DoMeStIcAlLy Challenged... and lovin' it

Ahh yes, since I am not eating sweets, and can't run 24 hours a day, I've been digging around on the internet. Lo and behold, looksie what I found... That's right. It is a DOMESTICALL CHALLENGED Boot Camp~! Wow! Do we get to do drills, like cleaning the floor while doing push ups? Bathroom scrubbing with our toes? 

Amazingly enough, this kit? Only $29.99! 

"The Household Helper’s Domestically Challenged Boot Camp is a 6-week intensive course designed to help YOU restore order to your household - and clean it up while you're at it! I will will help you develop the tools and processes necessary for you to live a more organized life and have a peaceful home.

When your life is orderly, you feel light and free. But when it's a chaotic mess, there's always a weight on your shoulders that keeps you from feeling carefree and happy. It's a downright bummer. And I know!"

Hmm, if you are really domestically challenged, should you order 2 kits? Is there anyone out there would like to go in with me? Maybe we could get a group rate. Only prob? I don't feel a weight on my shoulders. I do feel carefree and happy. Not being domestic is a huge relief to me. Maybe I should start my own boot camp. The I Am Not Domestic And Could Care Less Camp. 

I'll totally teach you how to:

~Make dinners with 1 ingredient or less

~ Clean a room in 15 minutes, but make your husband think it took an hour

~ Read fellow bloggers blogs while cleaning.. (it's all about the multitask..) 

~Run 35 miles a week and run the laundry  machine at the same time. 

I'm out. Our friends invited us over for pizza. Shucks, I don't have to cook! 

A follow up..

Update #1= I survived conferences! I actually enjoy them once I get into the groove of them. It is always nice to talk to the parents and have more insight on a student. We as parents, and teachers, see such separate sides of the child sometimes. I enjoy talking to parents, as it helps me round out my understanding of the student. 

Update/Answer Question #2= On Friday I had to channel my inner domestic goddess (man, I disliker her) and clean and organize my house for a family birthday party for Elijah on Saturday night. I also ran 10 miles, which to me was much easier than the whole household goddess junk. I did get a wild hair and decide to make chili, which I have never done before! I even bought some spices! I'd never even heard of Cumin, and now it is on my shelf. (Granted, it will probably get old from non use and be thrown, but it is there.)  I didn't try it, because I don't eat chili, but my mom and dad liked it. 

ON RUNNING... 

I started running 2 years ago, when Asher was about 6 weeks old. I was no longer nursing, and wanted something to jump start the weight loss. I was always the girl in high school who couldn't finish the mile test in Phy Ed. In fact, I would wait until the teacher was busy and cut across the track. 

When we lived in St. Cloud, I was a member of a great,  large gym. We had every type of class imaginable, so I was always motivated. Here in my current town, there is a small gym. My choices were Elliptical, treadmill or bike. (Or a video at home in which my husband swears he will keep the kids out of my way and 10 minutes into the video I have a couple of kids trying to Tae Bo with me while my husband is on the phone/computer/...... ) 

But, as usual, I digress. I hate the elliptical, my feet go numb. I decided to try and run for 1 minute, or 2 and see how I did. A sorry sight, but I made it. I continued to push myself, and would add a minute or 2 each time I ran. The first time I made a mile, it felt like I had won the olympics! However, being highly competitive with myself, I wanted more. By New Years, I had run 5 miles and was hooked. 

I have not run a marathon yet because I am not smart. I didn't have a good enough base built up to go on. I am learning as I go, and becoming a better runner, but it has taken some errors and injuries. Last spring, I went too far, too fast. One week I ran 16 miles (at a time), the next I did a long run of 18 miles, and shot for a 20 mile long run the next week. Too much for a "newer" runner. I hurt my IT band and couldn't run for a month. I'll get there. I am planning to run a marathon this summer. And whether I do it in 4 hours or 6 hours (face it people, I'm slow) , I'll still feel like I won my Olympics. 

Domestically Disable

What do you think? I am thinking of changing the name of my  blog to "Domestically Disabled." Believe me, it is true. While others may get a joy out of cleaning the house, doing laundry, and (ughh) cooking, I don't. Last night when we were discussing dinner options, Core said, "oh honey, you are so unlucky, forced to be domestic as you are." Lucky for him he was joking, or I would have broken his other fingers. 

I read blogs of other lovely ladies who post amazing recipes and think to myself, "I should try that-never." I have no idea what fresh basil even looks like. My friend Amanda once checked every one of my cupboards and found no seasons or spices. She couldn't believe it. (I do have energy gels and sport beans though!) 

I have a blank wall in my house I have no idea how to fill. I don't see the vision, the ideas. I like the vision, but am unable to create it. (That, and I'd rather have a blank wall than one with some cruddy home interiors print hanging on it and with a shelf with knicknacks next to it.) 

Don't bother to invite me to your scrapbooking, cardmaking, quilting, or craft retreat. I won't come. I'd rather poke my eyeball out with rusty nails. (I will, however, look at your scrapbooks, I think they are pretty) 

For those of you who are domestic, thank you. Your over-domesticity (yep, it's a word- look it up) allows those like myself to be underachievers. If you need me, I'll be running (literally) to Cub to pick up some pre-made salad.