My Love/Hate Relationships...

The idea for this post came from the fact that I am trying VERY hard to ween myself off of diet Coke. I grew up never drinking soda with caffeine, but when I became an "adult", I began to partake...I have been a diet Coke drinker ever since, with the occassional breaks during which I was pregnant or nursing. So...


I love diet coke.
I hate the need to have one daily (and the headaches as I'm trying to break this habit).

I love staying up late and enjoying some peace and quiet.
I hate waking up the next day and feeling like a zombie.

I love having a clean house.
I hate cleaning...especially after others (ahem, children) who don't notice or appreciate it and can turn our clean house into a mess in 17 seconds flat.

I love to eat.
I hate cooking. And doing dishes. And cooking. Oh, and gaining weight.

I love playing Word Challenge on facebook.
I hate thinking/dreaming about all the words I can make with the same six letters. (Did you know that with the letters i-f-b-r-e-s, you can spell fibres, fibers, briefs, brief, fiber, fibre, ires, sir, sire, rise, ribs, fires, fries, fire, fibs, fib....see what I mean?)

I love owning our own home.
I hate having to fix our own home. (We currently have a room that is missing the lower 1/3 of 2 of it's walls-due to a leaking waterheater, a nasty leak that has made part of the ceiling in the downstairs bathroom fall off, a door that doesn't shut quite right, flooring that needs to be put in...this list just goes on, but I don't want to make myself, or more accurately, John depressed because, let's face it, he's the one who does all the fixin' around here.)

I love summertime because the kids are home from school and we have a flexible schedule.
I hate summertime because the kids are home from school, we have a flexible schedule and it's sooooo HOT, they'd rather stay indoors and, you guessed it, make a mess in 17 seconds flat.

I love to read.
I hate it when the good book I'm reading comes to an end and then I don't know what to read next.

I love being an adult. I can do what I want.
I hate being an adult. I have to be responsible and I have a TON of stress!!

I love blogging.
I hate not knowing what to write about that's worthwhile.

I love my children.
I hate that they are all growing up so fast.

I love my husband.
I hate that I can't spend more time with him.

I love Reese's Peanutbutter Cups.
I hate that the rest of my family loves them too, so they don't last long around here.

Yep, this list is pretty silly. There's always the bad with the good, though, and I'm trying to focus on the good. Focus on the LOVE. Okay, that's so lame, but it's my post and I'm sticking to it.

Mom-Speak Decoded

"Do you know what time it is?" means..."I know what time it is and it's not early!"

"I'm not angry, I'm just disappointed." means..."I'm angry AND disappointed."

"Why? Because I said so!" means..."I have no idea why."

"If all your friends jumped off of a bridge, would you do it too?" means..."I'm becoming my mother and it's all your fault!"

"Go ask your father!" means..."Could you pick on someone else for a while?"

"Maybe." means..."I'm too lazy/distracted/tired/frustrated to answer that question right now."

"Maybe tomorrow." means..."Hopefully you'll forget this question by tomorrow."

"What are you doing?" means "I know exactly what you're doing, but I just need a minute so I don't kill you."

"Just a minute." means..."Eventually."

"I love you!" means... "I love you!"