June is My Month

I told myself I wasn't going to do it again.  I promised myself I wasn't going to waste away my first month back in Utah like I did last year.  We got home last summer, and I crashed out for a month. A day or two, definitely understandable, maybe even a week -- surviving a year of law school and another round of finals, packing, moving, it's tiring stuff, after all.  But a month?! C'mon Monica, get it in gear!  

May wasn't a total wash.  I started up running and ran six days a week most weeks.  So that I'm proud of.  But sleeping in until Eliot gets up every single morning, not showering until mid-day, totally blowing off Eliot's nap time to just goof off on Facebook or whatever -- I've got to take more advantage of my relaxed summer schedule!  I've got too much I want to get done!

So, because accountability works well with me (I get embarrassed if I don't do what I say I'm going to do), I'm accounting to you, you poor readers who stumbled upon this post.  Not expecting you to follow up with me (though that might help!), but just humor me and "read" me out so I can account to you and change something in me psychologically so I will start dragging myself out of bed to get to the gym in the morning, so I'll finally organize my photos and get scrapbooking, so I'll finally have my mother-in-law help me through my crochet phobias and learn how to make burp cloths and receiving blankets ... just a few of the many goals I want to get cracking on starting this month!

June is my month (originally it was January, then February ... you get the point).  But I'm serious this time (I'm telling you, aren't I?!).  Here's some of what I want to make happen in June(and don't mind me writing to myself for a minute):

• Do more than roll over and turn off the alarm when it sounds at o'dark-thirty and get to the gym.  Spinning is calling.  The gym is a one-minute drive away.  It is not cold outside. You do not have to scrape off your windshield or shiver.  Grant will go if you do, and if he gets up and goes, you owe it to him to go, too.  You paid for the gym pass.  Your arms and tummy (and a couple other places, for that matter) are a little more jiggly than you'd like.   It's swimsuit season -- 'nuff said.
• Get those photos ordered, labeled, and organized, and get scrapbooking, girl!  You'll forget dates, details, etc. if you don't get crackin'.   You have access to your mother-in-law's amazing craft room and all of the punches, stamps, and ink pads you could ever hope to use.  You no longer have a huge house to scrub during Eliot's nap, so carpe diem!  Schedule a couple of "midnight madness" scrapping nights with the girls and get scrappin!  (P.S. Random sidenote, I saw a bumper sticker for a scrapbooking company here in Orem/Provo, and it's literally called "Holy Scrap!"  I died laughing but shook my head at the same time when I saw it.  There are some things you'd find only in Utah ... and that's one of them for sure!).
• Pull out the hooks, thread, and material, and get crocheting.  Forget that it was a little frustrating last summer.  Have some bonding time with Grant's mom and learn from the expert.  You'll be so glad you took advantage of the time you lived with her and learned how to make her gorgeous baby burp cloths and receiving blankets.  You will love being able to make them for your own children and having a really special gift you can give to loved ones.
• How 'bout chipping away at your to-read list?  Your stack is not getting any smaller; in fact, it's growing!  Start by finishing last summer's read, Count of Monte Cristo; yes, it's a beast, but you love it.  Buy the Cliff's notes if you need a refresher on who's who, and set aside some of that precious nap time or when Grant plays late-night basketball at the old ward in Provo, and lose yourself in a good book.  Then finish Elder Wirthlin's book once and for all ... and move on!  What will it be next?  The Goose Girl?  Ten Thousand Splendid Suns?  Poisonwood Bible?  
• Meaningful FHEs with my boys.  Grant doesn't have a night class on Mondays anymore. You can go up the canyon for a walk, write letters and put together a care package for Elder Brock, go swimming at the Rec Center, have a special lesson with either set of Eliot's grandparents ... something is better than nothing (which is what we've been doing!).

Okay, I think that's plenty.  Like I said, no need to follow up.  I feel better just getting that off my chest.  That way, when my alarm goes off tomorrow morning, I'll think to myself, "Oh, but I posted about this ... I promised I'd get up!"