Extra Magic Hours

And just when I thought my life couldn't get any busier...it did! Between my three girls, barrel racing, and working with the spa, I swear I have met myself in the highway more than once in the last week. After much thought I have decided that I simply need more hours in the day. Well, either that or I need to learn to function on less sleep. Last night I sat down to write this post at around 10:00 PM, which was the first opportunity I had to do so. Unfortunately exhaustion and migraine medicine won out, and I fell asleep.
I could write in the mornings, but those are reserved for exercise, again because it's the only chance I have to get a workout in. I am still working my way through the Couch to 5K app on my phone, and I never thought I'd say this, but I'm about ready to enter another 5K race. Just what I need - another hobby! Oh, well, at least it's good for me.
I can't seem to get out of Disney mode. Every chance I get, I throw on a sundress and flip flops just because it makes me feel like I am there again. We had the most wonderful trip and spent time with "new" old friends. I sure wish we were still in the Magic Kingdom. The parks at Disney have what are called Extra Magic Hours. These are times that the park is not open to the general public, but you can come in with your Disney resort room key. I'm thinking that's just what I need, Extra Magic Hours added to my day. I could definitely use a little magic!
The girls are busy as ever, keeping us laughing and on our toes. Sheridan is in a princess phase, which means that pretty much anywhere we go she is subject to show up in a Disney costume. It's worth pointing out that I never would have allowed her sisters to do such a thing, but hey, you live and learn. Hopefully I am a better parent now than I was when the twins were little. Or maybe I've just learned to pick my battles. Either way, some things just aren't worth the fight.
Sometimes I think my children are the most difficult to please people ever created. And then something happens to make me think completely differently. One morning my child asked me what the weather was going to be like that day. "Cool, I think. Why?" She practically squealed, "Really? Yesss! I get to wear long sleeve pants!" Yep.