Today my baby turns 19. She is young and brave and intelligent. That she loves me and still calls me Mommy melts my forty-three-year-old heart as few things do. It is a joy to be her mother.
Boy just recorded his third music CD. He is talented, friendly, strong of heart and mind. He is aware of his super powers and has assured me that he uses them for good not for evil.
In a few months, my Beloved and I will celebrate twenty-four years of marriage. I cannot image what my life would be without him...so we've decided to die at exactly the same moment. Life without the other will not be worth living. Exactly how we will accomplish this hasn't exactly been decided, but I saw the movie, The Notebook, and figure if they can do it, so can we.
This month marks the 1st anniversary of owning our little green house on the corner. I am so happy here and so thankful that God gave us this little slice of heaven on earth.
I have a great job and I work with great people. Beloved is employed and the kids are doing well.
It's a beautiful, beautiful life.
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Wednesday, December 29, 2010
6 Weeks and Counting
The strange thing is that I've been pretty cool with the entire off continent for ten weeks thing.
Until today.
Today, because it's Wednesday? or it rained? or whatever ? I miss him.
And I've got six long weeks to go.
The hard part is that I don't want to be a pest. I don't wan to be that demanding mother who guilts and railroads her kids into bending to her will, regardless of their age.
I don't want to smother him.
I refrain from posting on his Facebook page how much I miss him. I try to suck up the emotion in my voice (which, according to Girl I totally FAIL at) so that he doesn't hear that I miss him.
But darn it! I MISS HIM!
He hasn't lived at home in nearly four years, so it's not the empty nest thing. I don't know what it is, but I've got six weeks to deal with it.
I tried a distraction at Christmas that ultimately failed. I won't be doing the same thing at New Years. What's a mom to do?
And what if, at some point in time, he decided to live outside the US? It could happen! His line of work could take him anywhere in the world.
Then I'd never see my grandchildren (who don't exist at this point in time). I won't be able to bond with his lovely wife (of which he doesn't have one currently). How can I bake this kid a cheesecake if he lives in Africa?
No one tells you as they place that tiny infant in your arms at the hospital that the years will fly and that ungrateful, selfish child will grow up and start a life of their own.
So selfish!
I suppose it's better than him loafing on my sofa, eating our food, and playing video games.
Sigh.
Six weeks.
Just six more weeks.
Then I'll cry when he comes home and he'll laugh at me. He always laughs when I cry.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Leaving on a Jet Plane
I left him at the airport at 5:30 this morning. I just want to state for the record that I did not cry. Not even a little. I know, it shocked me too.
It's not like it's a big deal. After all, he is twenty. He's flown before and he is simply returning to Idaho.
Yet, it's not really that simple.
Tuesday he leaves for India.
...
He'll be off continent for ten weeks. During that time he'll be practicing all the things he's learned in Idaho. He's in for the experience of a lifetime.
This trip will be so much different from the one he took to Prague back when he was sixteen. You may remember what a mess I was during those two weeks. I wasn't prepared for the worry and anxiety of not being able to fix any problem that came up, but he's older this time. He has more life experience under his belt.
He can drive.
He's a man.
Still, all I see is an eight-year-old who wants to build a fort in our front pasture and shoot his buddy with an airsoft pistol.
Before we left the airport, at the ungodly hour of 6:00am, we grabbed some coffee (yes, I made an exception and drank some - yum!). As we sat sipping our delightfully sweet brew another family sat at a table across from us with their twenty something year old son.
Only he was in uniform.
The soldier's mom and I made eye contact and I realized that we are both sending our sons off to somewhere scary. Yet, we both wore brave faces, void of the concern that squeezed our hearts.
Perhaps she sending her son off to some place hot and sandy. A place filled with roadside bombs and snipers. Her son is a soldier, serving his country.
I am sending my son off to fulfill his calling, in a place that may or may not be dangerous. India has its share of market place bombs, deadly bacteria, and various other scary things. My son is a soldier for the Lord.
We mom's are funny creatures. We are so proud of the men (and women) our children become and yet we cling to a past when they needed us. Sigh.
My boy is prepared for new situations and has made good decisions in the past. I know he'll be fine, but ten weeks is a mighty long time. I can only imagine when the Soldier's mom from the airport will lay eyes on her little boy again.
It's tough letting them grow up, biting your tongue so that you don't remind them to do some trivial piece of business they already took care of. It's hard to not help them pack, or ask them if they have their passport, or their ticket. After all, they aren't stupid.
Boy has already landed in Idaho. In forty-eight hours he'll be on that plane heading farther than he's ever been from home. I don't know when I'll hear from him. I don't know how he'll do laundry, or what he'll eat. I just know he'll be okay.
Right?
Girl announced that maybe she'll do a DTS with YWAM in the future. She'd like to travel and serve too.
My heart stopped then.
But it was okay, because she's only three-years-old and I don't think you can leave the continent when you are that young.
Whew!
It's not like it's a big deal. After all, he is twenty. He's flown before and he is simply returning to Idaho.
Yet, it's not really that simple.
Tuesday he leaves for India.
...
He'll be off continent for ten weeks. During that time he'll be practicing all the things he's learned in Idaho. He's in for the experience of a lifetime.
This trip will be so much different from the one he took to Prague back when he was sixteen. You may remember what a mess I was during those two weeks. I wasn't prepared for the worry and anxiety of not being able to fix any problem that came up, but he's older this time. He has more life experience under his belt.
He can drive.
He's a man.
Still, all I see is an eight-year-old who wants to build a fort in our front pasture and shoot his buddy with an airsoft pistol.
Before we left the airport, at the ungodly hour of 6:00am, we grabbed some coffee (yes, I made an exception and drank some - yum!). As we sat sipping our delightfully sweet brew another family sat at a table across from us with their twenty something year old son.
Only he was in uniform.
The soldier's mom and I made eye contact and I realized that we are both sending our sons off to somewhere scary. Yet, we both wore brave faces, void of the concern that squeezed our hearts.
Perhaps she sending her son off to some place hot and sandy. A place filled with roadside bombs and snipers. Her son is a soldier, serving his country.
I am sending my son off to fulfill his calling, in a place that may or may not be dangerous. India has its share of market place bombs, deadly bacteria, and various other scary things. My son is a soldier for the Lord.
We mom's are funny creatures. We are so proud of the men (and women) our children become and yet we cling to a past when they needed us. Sigh.
My boy is prepared for new situations and has made good decisions in the past. I know he'll be fine, but ten weeks is a mighty long time. I can only imagine when the Soldier's mom from the airport will lay eyes on her little boy again.
It's tough letting them grow up, biting your tongue so that you don't remind them to do some trivial piece of business they already took care of. It's hard to not help them pack, or ask them if they have their passport, or their ticket. After all, they aren't stupid.
Boy has already landed in Idaho. In forty-eight hours he'll be on that plane heading farther than he's ever been from home. I don't know when I'll hear from him. I don't know how he'll do laundry, or what he'll eat. I just know he'll be okay.
Right?
Girl announced that maybe she'll do a DTS with YWAM in the future. She'd like to travel and serve too.
My heart stopped then.
But it was okay, because she's only three-years-old and I don't think you can leave the continent when you are that young.
Whew!
Wednesday, September 08, 2010
Random Update
I'm just sayin'!
I baked her a cheesecake. I brought her flowers. I was present in the car when we passed some dude picking something up out of the middle of the road. Something...dead...
Seriously, the dude picked up a dead squirrel by its tail.
Hope I didn't just ruin your breakfast or lunch.
Girl is in a holding pattern, waiting for school at winter term. She's working on that ol' drivers license and she just picked up a CLEP book and more music for her piano. Girl applied for a job...but hasn't heard back. When I suggested she phone them this week and just "check in" she cringed. Ahh, to be 18 again.
We are set to move into our new house (house!) at the end of the month. I am still appalled at the amount of junk we have. Seriously. It's ridiculous. We've made two trips to the Mission and friends of ours (hi Red!) came and loaded up our junk and took it to the dump. Yet, we still have junk! Eesssh!
Boy is doing swimmingly in Idaho. He requested that we send him some warmer clothes....and his capo....and his guitar tuner...and his harmonicas...and allergy meds...and snacks...but it was okay if we didn't send the snacks...
Yeah
So I mailed him what he requested and some gummy worms, crackers, nuts, craisins, tea, and a couple candy bars.
I didn't have time to bake or I would have sent that too.
And I'm still thinking about kicking that running idea into higher gear.
And I bought a red chair.
And a cool picture.
All for the new house.
And I dream of paint and hardwood floors.
And a mortgage payment...
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Who is This?
A man walked into my house last night. He called my mom. I know he belongs to us because he looks so much like me, he has Beloved's sky blue eyes, and he headed for the fridge.
It never fails to amaze me how much Boy has changed. I suppose being twenty will do that. Well, and getting a haircut. When he took off his hat Girl told him his hair looked good. He then made a quirky comment about keeping the hat on so he doesn't have to fight off the women.
He played his new songs for us and I watched his hands become masterful as he strummed his guitar. Are those my boy's hands?
I noted that he just might be taller than his father.
He's sleeping now.
WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP
It is a constant struggle to not behave in an overbearing way. Yes, it is. I don't want to be a Smother. I just want to spend every.single.moment with him. Is that too much to ask?
I suppose it is. That's the bitter pill of watching your children grow up.
He has his work, his school, his friends and it's all a good thing. He isn't living at home, playing video games all day.
This will be a great weekend because soon summer will start and both Boy and Girl will be gone.
I don't think I'm ready.
It never fails to amaze me how much Boy has changed. I suppose being twenty will do that. Well, and getting a haircut. When he took off his hat Girl told him his hair looked good. He then made a quirky comment about keeping the hat on so he doesn't have to fight off the women.
He played his new songs for us and I watched his hands become masterful as he strummed his guitar. Are those my boy's hands?
I noted that he just might be taller than his father.
He's sleeping now.
WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP
It is a constant struggle to not behave in an overbearing way. Yes, it is. I don't want to be a Smother. I just want to spend every.single.moment with him. Is that too much to ask?
I suppose it is. That's the bitter pill of watching your children grow up.
He has his work, his school, his friends and it's all a good thing. He isn't living at home, playing video games all day.
This will be a great weekend because soon summer will start and both Boy and Girl will be gone.
I don't think I'm ready.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Food Shortage
So, I went back to bed.
I went to the gym.
I went to the store and bought all the makings for a proper Irish supper.
Kiss me quick, for I am indeed Irish. On me pappy's side and truth be told, the Irish, or at least the Irish I know, are full of blarney and booze.
I am not.
Okay, well not full of booze anyway.
But, back to the story at hand...
In about twelve hours food will be in short supply around here.
It's all because of these guys:
Don't get me wrong, I am terribly excited to have my three favorite guys back under my roof, it's just the food thing. Or the lack of food thing. Maybe that is why I was thinking about cupcakes earlier today.
Mmmmmm cupcakes...
I went to the gym.
I went to the store and bought all the makings for a proper Irish supper.
Kiss me quick, for I am indeed Irish. On me pappy's side and truth be told, the Irish, or at least the Irish I know, are full of blarney and booze.
I am not.
Okay, well not full of booze anyway.
But, back to the story at hand...
In about twelve hours food will be in short supply around here.
It's all because of these guys:
Don't get me wrong, I am terribly excited to have my three favorite guys back under my roof, it's just the food thing. Or the lack of food thing. Maybe that is why I was thinking about cupcakes earlier today.
Mmmmmm cupcakes...
Wednesday, October 07, 2009
Health Care and the Bitter Side of Adulthood
Yesterday's mail brought the BILL.
Boy came home sick in early September. Really sick. I took him to the urgent care where boy forked over $140.00 and learned that he had strep throat.
Antibiotics at Walmart: $11.00
Priceless
Except...
Four days later, in the wee hours of the morning he was pale, shaking, and sick, sick, sick. He wasn't getting better. If anything he was getting worse.
Beloved took him the ER.
Boy is nineteen and just completed his internship with Bible Teaching Inc. Boy has no insurance. Boy is not eligible for government funded health care. Boy is screwed.
At the ER they pumped him full of fluids. They ran a bunch of tests and declared to him that he has Mono and strep. Fabulous.
Then the bill came.
IV Solutions $136.50
Lab Chemical $43.00
Lab Immunology $45.00
Lab Hematology $57.00
Lab Bacteriology/Microbiology $200.00
Lab Urology $32.00
ER Services $1228.50
Other therapeutic services $381.15
Professional fee ER $803.00
Grand total $2926.15
Oh, but wait, I forgot! They also gave him an "uninsured discount".
Whew!
Uninsured discount and other adjustments -$351.14
Total balance due $2575.01
Boy is just sick over it. He really is.
He'll have to apply for financial aid, but we all know that unless you are a welfare recipient you are just out of luck.
Boy is still home sick and not working because he has MONO! Hello!
It's the bitter side of adulthood; the hoop jumping. The cold hard facts of being uninsured and not having the funds to cover the bill.
Been there. Done that.
I feel so sorry for him. Adulthood is no picnic. Once he enrolls in school, it won't be a big deal, our insurance will cover him. It's this in between time that stinks.
And it's the one thing I was most worried about: Being uninsured.
Thank God he didn't break something!
Oh, and just so you know, we are not in favor of Obamacare. I've seen the way the government takes care of business and I don't want them taking care of me.
Not to mention, and this isn't a political blog but, I thought the Dems were into less government....
I'm just sayin'
Boy came home sick in early September. Really sick. I took him to the urgent care where boy forked over $140.00 and learned that he had strep throat.
Antibiotics at Walmart: $11.00
Priceless
Except...
Four days later, in the wee hours of the morning he was pale, shaking, and sick, sick, sick. He wasn't getting better. If anything he was getting worse.
Beloved took him the ER.
Boy is nineteen and just completed his internship with Bible Teaching Inc. Boy has no insurance. Boy is not eligible for government funded health care. Boy is screwed.
At the ER they pumped him full of fluids. They ran a bunch of tests and declared to him that he has Mono and strep. Fabulous.
Then the bill came.
IV Solutions $136.50
Lab Chemical $43.00
Lab Immunology $45.00
Lab Hematology $57.00
Lab Bacteriology/Microbiology $200.00
Lab Urology $32.00
ER Services $1228.50
Other therapeutic services $381.15
Professional fee ER $803.00
Grand total $2926.15
Oh, but wait, I forgot! They also gave him an "uninsured discount".
Whew!
Uninsured discount and other adjustments -$351.14
Total balance due $2575.01
Boy is just sick over it. He really is.
He'll have to apply for financial aid, but we all know that unless you are a welfare recipient you are just out of luck.
Boy is still home sick and not working because he has MONO! Hello!
It's the bitter side of adulthood; the hoop jumping. The cold hard facts of being uninsured and not having the funds to cover the bill.
Been there. Done that.
I feel so sorry for him. Adulthood is no picnic. Once he enrolls in school, it won't be a big deal, our insurance will cover him. It's this in between time that stinks.
And it's the one thing I was most worried about: Being uninsured.
Thank God he didn't break something!
Oh, and just so you know, we are not in favor of Obamacare. I've seen the way the government takes care of business and I don't want them taking care of me.
Not to mention, and this isn't a political blog but, I thought the Dems were into less government....
I'm just sayin'
Monday, July 27, 2009
I've been a tad on the busy side. Forgive my lack of posting. Our big family BBQ is in thirteen days and we are still working on the yard. I don't think it will be finished in time, but that's okay. It's just family after all.
Here is the retaining wall Beloved and I built on Sunday. I'm so pleased with it. Now we just need to finish shaping the dirt above it, weed it, and plant some of the wonderful plants a friend from work gave me.
I've also been spending some time with sickies in my house. Here's one, although she is looking pretty good here. Maybe it's because she's no longer running a temperature and we got to spend some time with Boy over the weekend.
Boy got a haircut which tamed his wild locks. I think it looks pretty good. I commented on how the sun has bleached his hair. It happens every year.
He told me things about his plans for the coming year, all about adventure and being a Jesus Freak. Ahh, to be young again.
Boy took us to a hamburger place he'd discovered. They were out of Pepsi, much to Girls dismay. They were also out of straws and wouldn't give us any from the bar because, "They were two expensive."
Ooookkaayy....
Boy was tempted to offer her a nickle for a straw, but decided against it.
Tomorrow I'm back to getting up at 3:45 to open the club by 5:00. Two more weeks of this and then it's back to normal. The Giver and family will be home next Saturday, which means Saturday night I'll be sleeping in my own bed.
Glory be!
And in case you are wondering, it is 100 degrees outside. RIGHT NOW.
Oh, I almost forgot, I received a call from Biological Mom and she let me talk to the wee girls! She asked if we'd like to have them for a day. Now, I just have to find a day when Beloved and I aren't working or otherwise committed elsewhere.
That may be impossible.
Here is the retaining wall Beloved and I built on Sunday. I'm so pleased with it. Now we just need to finish shaping the dirt above it, weed it, and plant some of the wonderful plants a friend from work gave me.I've also been spending some time with sickies in my house. Here's one, although she is looking pretty good here. Maybe it's because she's no longer running a temperature and we got to spend some time with Boy over the weekend.
Boy got a haircut which tamed his wild locks. I think it looks pretty good. I commented on how the sun has bleached his hair. It happens every year.
He told me things about his plans for the coming year, all about adventure and being a Jesus Freak. Ahh, to be young again.
Boy took us to a hamburger place he'd discovered. They were out of Pepsi, much to Girls dismay. They were also out of straws and wouldn't give us any from the bar because, "They were two expensive."
Ooookkaayy....
Boy was tempted to offer her a nickle for a straw, but decided against it.
Tomorrow I'm back to getting up at 3:45 to open the club by 5:00. Two more weeks of this and then it's back to normal. The Giver and family will be home next Saturday, which means Saturday night I'll be sleeping in my own bed.
Glory be!
And in case you are wondering, it is 100 degrees outside. RIGHT NOW.
Oh, I almost forgot, I received a call from Biological Mom and she let me talk to the wee girls! She asked if we'd like to have them for a day. Now, I just have to find a day when Beloved and I aren't working or otherwise committed elsewhere.
That may be impossible.
Friday, July 17, 2009
It Ain't No Picnic
Boy and Girl are learning hard lessons. Difficult lessons about life. It was bound to happen, especially since we let them both know in no uncertain terms that we expected them to grow-up, work hard, and become productive adults.
Okay, we weren't harsh, but they knew that growing up meant standing up all by themselves, earning their own money, and gettin' on with life.
They both know they wouldn't be spending their twenties firmly planted on our sofa, eating our food, and playing video games.
We don't own any video games.
Anywho, Boy has been in a position of leadership this week. He's the man. The Big kahuna. The alpha dog. The boss.
(My little boy! In charge! I'm so proud! Gush!!!)
Oh, and he's sick.
sick
sick
sick
This week he's learned that being in charge is a difficult thing. He doesn't know the answers to some questions. He is responsible for everyone and every thing. He has to go to work even when he's sick.
Yeah, being an adult stinks sometimes.
Girl has worked for the last two weeks at VBS at church. She's also been in a leadership position. However, because she's only sixteen (going on seventeen) there are some adults who dismiss her authority. It steams her. It really does.
(My Girl! She's a giver and a hard worker. Do NOT trample her enthusiasm!)
Today is the last day of camp and then she'll be babysitting until the late hours of the night. Tomorrow she'll be up at the crack o' dawn to go blueberry picking with me (something she is not really looking forward to). After that, I'll drive her into the BIG city so that she can attend the Highland Games with her friend.
She will have to use her own funds to do this because the bank of mom and dad is currently closed - we were not part of the stimulus plan. Snicker.
In short, this week my children have learned that being an adult, well, it ain't no picnic. And it's expensive. And there will always be someone to throw tacks in your path. And that often times you work when you are sick, or tired, or just plain don't want to.
It ain't no picnic. No sir.
Okay, we weren't harsh, but they knew that growing up meant standing up all by themselves, earning their own money, and gettin' on with life.
They both know they wouldn't be spending their twenties firmly planted on our sofa, eating our food, and playing video games.
We don't own any video games.
Anywho, Boy has been in a position of leadership this week. He's the man. The Big kahuna. The alpha dog. The boss.
(My little boy! In charge! I'm so proud! Gush!!!)
Oh, and he's sick.
sick
sick
sick
This week he's learned that being in charge is a difficult thing. He doesn't know the answers to some questions. He is responsible for everyone and every thing. He has to go to work even when he's sick.
Yeah, being an adult stinks sometimes.
Girl has worked for the last two weeks at VBS at church. She's also been in a leadership position. However, because she's only sixteen (going on seventeen) there are some adults who dismiss her authority. It steams her. It really does.
(My Girl! She's a giver and a hard worker. Do NOT trample her enthusiasm!)
Today is the last day of camp and then she'll be babysitting until the late hours of the night. Tomorrow she'll be up at the crack o' dawn to go blueberry picking with me (something she is not really looking forward to). After that, I'll drive her into the BIG city so that she can attend the Highland Games with her friend.
She will have to use her own funds to do this because the bank of mom and dad is currently closed - we were not part of the stimulus plan. Snicker.
In short, this week my children have learned that being an adult, well, it ain't no picnic. And it's expensive. And there will always be someone to throw tacks in your path. And that often times you work when you are sick, or tired, or just plain don't want to.
It ain't no picnic. No sir.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
As Time Goes By
Two years ago, Boy left home. He was barely 17 at the time and my little Mommy's heart just fluttered at the thought of him going. I worried. I wondered. I prayed.
Boy had been invited to participate in an intern program with Bible Teaching Inc. It was an amazing opportunity for him to learn and grow. BTI is near and dear to our hearts and there were many a time that Beloved and Boy attended the Father-Son camps. Good times.
In the two years that he has been gone we've done lots of driving. Lots of driving. The camp where Boy lives is just a wee bit over an hour from our house, not too far, but just far enough. I honestly believe that our cars could drive there by themselves.
For his part, Boy has been busy learning, working, growing. It's been time well spent. It has been interesting to watch the boy within him fade and the man he has become emerge. His interests have broadened and he's had experiences that will stay with him for the rest of his life.
Last month, Boy and the other interns completed the program and will spend the summer counseling, teaching, and mentoring children, as they have for the last two years. In the fall, there are big changes coming. The Lord will scatter these young men hither and thither as they take the things they've learned and go out into the world. School, jobs, and other responsibilities will demand their attention. But I don't think they'll regret the time they've invested.
As hard as it was to let Boy go, I'm glad we did.
Learning to build
Learning to make music
Ironically, I don't have any pictures of them studying....
Ahhhh....A pumpkin with "mom" carved into it. He'd probably kill me if he knew I posted this!
Graduation - at least he didn't have any holes in his jeans and he wore actual shoes. They are a laid back group down there.
So, a big congrats to my Boy. I'm proud of you and can't wait to see where the Lord leads you next!
Boy had been invited to participate in an intern program with Bible Teaching Inc. It was an amazing opportunity for him to learn and grow. BTI is near and dear to our hearts and there were many a time that Beloved and Boy attended the Father-Son camps. Good times.
In the two years that he has been gone we've done lots of driving. Lots of driving. The camp where Boy lives is just a wee bit over an hour from our house, not too far, but just far enough. I honestly believe that our cars could drive there by themselves.
For his part, Boy has been busy learning, working, growing. It's been time well spent. It has been interesting to watch the boy within him fade and the man he has become emerge. His interests have broadened and he's had experiences that will stay with him for the rest of his life.
Last month, Boy and the other interns completed the program and will spend the summer counseling, teaching, and mentoring children, as they have for the last two years. In the fall, there are big changes coming. The Lord will scatter these young men hither and thither as they take the things they've learned and go out into the world. School, jobs, and other responsibilities will demand their attention. But I don't think they'll regret the time they've invested.
As hard as it was to let Boy go, I'm glad we did.
Ironically, I don't have any pictures of them studying....
So, a big congrats to my Boy. I'm proud of you and can't wait to see where the Lord leads you next!
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
The Truth About Men
It’s a known fact. It is. Truly. My Beloved, will on occasion admit to it. Most men won’t. I suppose that makes my man a better man than most.
The simply truth is: When men are sick, men are babies.
Large, whining, moaning, sighing, BABIES!
God, in His infinite wisdom, gave woman the ability to suffer through the most arduous of stomach bugs, and still have dinner on the table by 5:30. She’ll have the bathroom cleaned, read a book to the babies, and probably have run to the grocery store. I know this for a fact. Not only have I done it, I’ve seen it done, by my mother no less.
I can be fairly compassionate and I seldom say what’s really on my mind.
(Oh, hush, it’s true!)
Then yesterday it struck me: Ladies we create these monsters!
Yes. It’s true! My boy (ooohhhh poor, poor Boy!) is recovering from having his wisdom teeth removed. It’s not fun and one certainly doesn’t feel very well after that. As I fussed and ran around, catering to his every need I realized the hard truth of it all: my future daughter-in-law is going to hate me.
Hate me I say!
Here I am, dithering about trying to keep Boy comfortable when, frankly, he could probably do some (not all) things for himself.
And it’s not just Boy I do this to! I do it to Girl too! Heck I’ve even done it to Soldier Girl during her pregnancy with the Game Master! Oi!
I’m not alone…am I? You do it too. You fuss and feel their foreheads. You run to the store (for the third time that day) for ginger ale. You’ve set the alarm and gotten them medicine in the middle of the night.
I know you have, because that is what women do.
Which leads me to wonder if the world would be better if we left these poor men to fend for themselves…
Nah…they’d be cranky as all get out and sick. They’d probably declare war on Tonga.
Dear future daughter-in-law,
Please know I did the best I could. I tried to be a good mom and sometimes I probably over did the nurse thing. I’m sorry I spoiled him. I’m sorry he’ll whine and make your head pound. You can always come to me and complain about what a baby he is. I’ll understand. I have the prototype (his father).
But know this, I’ll be watching just to see if you’re the same with your babies as I was with mine.
Love, Mom
The simply truth is: When men are sick, men are babies.
Large, whining, moaning, sighing, BABIES!
God, in His infinite wisdom, gave woman the ability to suffer through the most arduous of stomach bugs, and still have dinner on the table by 5:30. She’ll have the bathroom cleaned, read a book to the babies, and probably have run to the grocery store. I know this for a fact. Not only have I done it, I’ve seen it done, by my mother no less.
I can be fairly compassionate and I seldom say what’s really on my mind.
(Oh, hush, it’s true!)
Then yesterday it struck me: Ladies we create these monsters!
Yes. It’s true! My boy (ooohhhh poor, poor Boy!) is recovering from having his wisdom teeth removed. It’s not fun and one certainly doesn’t feel very well after that. As I fussed and ran around, catering to his every need I realized the hard truth of it all: my future daughter-in-law is going to hate me.
Hate me I say!
Here I am, dithering about trying to keep Boy comfortable when, frankly, he could probably do some (not all) things for himself.
And it’s not just Boy I do this to! I do it to Girl too! Heck I’ve even done it to Soldier Girl during her pregnancy with the Game Master! Oi!
I’m not alone…am I? You do it too. You fuss and feel their foreheads. You run to the store (for the third time that day) for ginger ale. You’ve set the alarm and gotten them medicine in the middle of the night.
I know you have, because that is what women do.
Which leads me to wonder if the world would be better if we left these poor men to fend for themselves…
Nah…they’d be cranky as all get out and sick. They’d probably declare war on Tonga.
Dear future daughter-in-law,
Please know I did the best I could. I tried to be a good mom and sometimes I probably over did the nurse thing. I’m sorry I spoiled him. I’m sorry he’ll whine and make your head pound. You can always come to me and complain about what a baby he is. I’ll understand. I have the prototype (his father).
But know this, I’ll be watching just to see if you’re the same with your babies as I was with mine.
Love, Mom
Monday, April 13, 2009
Monday
Coffee....
Boy is having his wisdom teeth removed in about an hour.
Coffee....
I need to bake a cake because tomorrow is Boy's 19th birthday.
The day after his wisdom teeth are pulled...
Um, ahem...happy birthday...
Now, where is that coffee?
The Update:
The funny thing about being put under for surgery is that you are so loopy when you arrive back at consciousness. So loopy in fact, that you'll say things you may not have meant to say out loud. You may mention things that have been on your mind.
I found Boy's comments to be highly amusing. I chuckled all the way home as he dozed in the passenger seat. I laughed aloud a couple times until I began to ponder what else might be on his mind. He's a man now and he isn't as quick to confide things like he use to. Not that he hides anything, he's simply not as forth-coming with information that he mummy might like to know.
Maybe I should ask him some probing questions before the anesthetic wears off...
Muhhaaahhhhaaahhh!
Boy is having his wisdom teeth removed in about an hour.
Coffee....
I need to bake a cake because tomorrow is Boy's 19th birthday.
The day after his wisdom teeth are pulled...
Um, ahem...happy birthday...
Now, where is that coffee?
The Update:
The funny thing about being put under for surgery is that you are so loopy when you arrive back at consciousness. So loopy in fact, that you'll say things you may not have meant to say out loud. You may mention things that have been on your mind.
I found Boy's comments to be highly amusing. I chuckled all the way home as he dozed in the passenger seat. I laughed aloud a couple times until I began to ponder what else might be on his mind. He's a man now and he isn't as quick to confide things like he use to. Not that he hides anything, he's simply not as forth-coming with information that he mummy might like to know.
Maybe I should ask him some probing questions before the anesthetic wears off...
Muhhaaahhhhaaahhh!
Monday, March 30, 2009
Perfect
Sometimes life is just perfect. Do you know what I mean?
Girl returned home from Bend late Saturday afternoon. It was a sweet, sweet moment to hold her close. My eyes beheld and even lovelier young woman than I remembered and I wasn't alone. Beloved said, "She's prettier than when she left. Not nearly so ghastly."
He was kidding, he's funny that way. Yet, he saw it too. Was it because we missed her that she'd grown more attractive in the space of five days? Did we miss her sleepy head, get outta bed, at noon on Saturdays? Her silly laugh, her complaining about the cold, her asking, "What's good to eat?
We do not know. We simply know that distance does make the heart grow fonder.
It was perfectly lovely to have Girl home.
Perfect.
Sunday rolled around and as I drove the silent country road on my way to pick up Boy, I passed a man in black.
A man in black who needed a haircut and was carrying an iced coffee. He was walking from town and it's a pretty fair lick from town to the round house where my Boy lives.
Wait...
Is that Boy?
Sure enough.
So I picked up the man in black. If he'd had his guitar slung low on his back it would have been a perfect picture.
Last night the four of us laughed and joked about this and that. Laughter filled the room and I realized just how perfect life could be sometimes.
Girl returned home from Bend late Saturday afternoon. It was a sweet, sweet moment to hold her close. My eyes beheld and even lovelier young woman than I remembered and I wasn't alone. Beloved said, "She's prettier than when she left. Not nearly so ghastly."
He was kidding, he's funny that way. Yet, he saw it too. Was it because we missed her that she'd grown more attractive in the space of five days? Did we miss her sleepy head, get outta bed, at noon on Saturdays? Her silly laugh, her complaining about the cold, her asking, "What's good to eat?
We do not know. We simply know that distance does make the heart grow fonder.
It was perfectly lovely to have Girl home.
Perfect.
Sunday rolled around and as I drove the silent country road on my way to pick up Boy, I passed a man in black.
A man in black who needed a haircut and was carrying an iced coffee. He was walking from town and it's a pretty fair lick from town to the round house where my Boy lives.
Wait...
Is that Boy?
Sure enough.
So I picked up the man in black. If he'd had his guitar slung low on his back it would have been a perfect picture.
Last night the four of us laughed and joked about this and that. Laughter filled the room and I realized just how perfect life could be sometimes.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Lisping Creeper be Warned
It all began because someone broke my Scooby-Doo lunch box when I was in second grade. It’s true. I was at the bus stop with my older half-brother. It should be understood that older, half-brother didn’t like me all that much. I was, after all, five years his junior and probably as annoying as the day is long. When the neighborhood bully, let’s call him Jack (because I honestly don’t remember this kids name), decided that I was the target of the day, older half-brother ignored my pleas for help.
It wasn’t until lunch time that I realized my Scooby-Doo lunch box had a dent and the thermos, the one filled with wholesome 2% milk, jingled when I shook it. It wasn’t supposed to. The glass insulation had been broken when “Jack” kicked my lunch box across the street at the bus stop. Sadly, that was the end of my lunch box but I came away from the incident wiser.
I learned to avoid “Jack” at all costs, to hold my lunch box while waiting for the bus, and to never expect help from my older half-brother. These were tough lessons for a seven-year-old to learn, but good ones to learn early. Some years after that I made the decision that if I ever had children of my own, and the oldest was a boy that he would be taught to defend his young siblings.
Enter Boy
Boy took to heart the lessons we taught him about his duty as the oldest child and there have been some instances when I thought he’d get his clock cleaned when he stood up to the older, tougher, stronger, boys who weren’t very nice to his little sister. It was okay for Boy to pick on and abuse Girl, but it wasn’t acceptable for other boys to pick on his sister. End of story or so we thought.
Last Easter at the church potluck Girl noted that there was a young man who was, staring at her. Afterwards in the car Boy said, “What was up with creepy, black hair guy?” He thought maybe she knew him. When Boy learned that there was no acquaintance, he was NOT pleased.
Dancing!
When Girl attended the graduation ball last spring, she danced. She danced with boys. She danced in the Regency fashion under the watchful eyes of adult chaperones. It was all very innocent and nice. There was no hanky-panky. Yet, when Boy of learned of it, he kicked open the front door (the door was already slightly ajar), threw down his load of laundry, and exclaimed, “Dancing!!!” in a very disgusted voice.
Girl, for her part, is level headed and not at all boy crazy. She laughs at her brothers scornful looks. It amuses her when they are in public and Brother will say to her, “I don’t like the way that guy is looking at you.” It’s all sort of sweet in its own twisted way.
Until…
Remember the dark hard chap from Easter? Well, turns out he’s got an eye for Girl. He stared, all the while pretending to TXT on his cell phone, through church services a few Sunday’s ago. Then last Sunday he grew bolder. As Girl sat with her friend after services, he and his friend joined them. Making small talk, blah, blah, blah.
Beloved and I had left right after service and did not stay for the dinner that our church hosts each Sunday evening. Girl was under the somewhat neglectful eye of Grandpa. When she arrived home she said, “Remember that creepy guy from Easter…” and went on to describe what happened.
“He has a lisp,” she stated.
“He’s creepy!” She moaned.
Beloved and I smiled at each other. We explained that “Creeper” as Girl has dubbed him, probably likes her. She was not impressed. I sent Boy a TXT message…
Boy – Tell her to be rude and have Dad drive him away!
Girl – We are working on it.
Boy – Good! If I need to come up there let me know!
Girl – Ew! It’s a lisping Creeper!
Boy – Never smile and him! Never laugh! Get that creeper away from Thee!
Now, I have to admit that I feel kind of sorry for Creeper. He has no idea what he’s up against. Not only does he have Beloved to deal with, but he has Boy who isn’t nearly as kind as Beloved.
Girl is a girl worth protecting and I’m certain that some day Prince Charming will come along and charm Beloved and Boy into being allowed to court fair Girl. Until then, be warned all you lisping creepers!
It wasn’t until lunch time that I realized my Scooby-Doo lunch box had a dent and the thermos, the one filled with wholesome 2% milk, jingled when I shook it. It wasn’t supposed to. The glass insulation had been broken when “Jack” kicked my lunch box across the street at the bus stop. Sadly, that was the end of my lunch box but I came away from the incident wiser.
I learned to avoid “Jack” at all costs, to hold my lunch box while waiting for the bus, and to never expect help from my older half-brother. These were tough lessons for a seven-year-old to learn, but good ones to learn early. Some years after that I made the decision that if I ever had children of my own, and the oldest was a boy that he would be taught to defend his young siblings.
Enter Boy
Boy took to heart the lessons we taught him about his duty as the oldest child and there have been some instances when I thought he’d get his clock cleaned when he stood up to the older, tougher, stronger, boys who weren’t very nice to his little sister. It was okay for Boy to pick on and abuse Girl, but it wasn’t acceptable for other boys to pick on his sister. End of story or so we thought.
Last Easter at the church potluck Girl noted that there was a young man who was, staring at her. Afterwards in the car Boy said, “What was up with creepy, black hair guy?” He thought maybe she knew him. When Boy learned that there was no acquaintance, he was NOT pleased.
Dancing!
When Girl attended the graduation ball last spring, she danced. She danced with boys. She danced in the Regency fashion under the watchful eyes of adult chaperones. It was all very innocent and nice. There was no hanky-panky. Yet, when Boy of learned of it, he kicked open the front door (the door was already slightly ajar), threw down his load of laundry, and exclaimed, “Dancing!!!” in a very disgusted voice.
Girl, for her part, is level headed and not at all boy crazy. She laughs at her brothers scornful looks. It amuses her when they are in public and Brother will say to her, “I don’t like the way that guy is looking at you.” It’s all sort of sweet in its own twisted way.
Until…
Remember the dark hard chap from Easter? Well, turns out he’s got an eye for Girl. He stared, all the while pretending to TXT on his cell phone, through church services a few Sunday’s ago. Then last Sunday he grew bolder. As Girl sat with her friend after services, he and his friend joined them. Making small talk, blah, blah, blah.
Beloved and I had left right after service and did not stay for the dinner that our church hosts each Sunday evening. Girl was under the somewhat neglectful eye of Grandpa. When she arrived home she said, “Remember that creepy guy from Easter…” and went on to describe what happened.
“He has a lisp,” she stated.
“He’s creepy!” She moaned.
Beloved and I smiled at each other. We explained that “Creeper” as Girl has dubbed him, probably likes her. She was not impressed. I sent Boy a TXT message…
Boy – Tell her to be rude and have Dad drive him away!
Girl – We are working on it.
Boy – Good! If I need to come up there let me know!
Girl – Ew! It’s a lisping Creeper!
Boy – Never smile and him! Never laugh! Get that creeper away from Thee!
Now, I have to admit that I feel kind of sorry for Creeper. He has no idea what he’s up against. Not only does he have Beloved to deal with, but he has Boy who isn’t nearly as kind as Beloved.
Girl is a girl worth protecting and I’m certain that some day Prince Charming will come along and charm Beloved and Boy into being allowed to court fair Girl. Until then, be warned all you lisping creepers!
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Make it Count
I have always believed that boys should be boys. You know what I mean, all the gross jokes, the fort-building, cowboys and Indians, rough and tumble kind of boyhood. I simply don’t think God intended little boys to sit still, clean and quiet, for hours at a time. That may be part of the reason we decided to homeschool Boy and Girl. It’s all about the freedom baby.
Girls, on the other hand, could be anything they wanted: pink and dainty, climbing trees tough, mud pie chefs, pine cone warriors; for whatever reason I always thought girls should be given more leverage to be…well anything.
Please don’t mistake me. I think boys can be anything they want to be too, I just think girls need a greater push to get there. (Yes Boy, if you are reading this I think journalism might be a good major).
We’ve been talking on and off with Girl, trying to get a sense of where she’d like to go in life. It’s hard when you’re sixteen and you really don’t know. I look at Girl and marvel at how amazing she is. She’s so giving and so fun, except when her mother is singing to her or dancing and she’s rolling her eyes and trying to crawl under the nearest rock, then she’s not so much fun.
I think about my past, where I’ve been, the things that I missed doing (by choice), and the things that were so important that aren’t any more. Frankly, I don’t have too many regrets. I want my Girl to make wise choices, have an adventure or two, and find what makes her heart sing. Personally, I think she’ll make a fabulous wife and mommy but I also think she’ll make a great nurse or teacher (two things she isn’t remotely interested in).
There was a time when she toyed with the idea of Astro-physics. Which is totally rockin’ but I think that boat has sailed. My point though, is not that she make a decision today regarding her future, but that she look at the wide, wide world and see what adventure awaits. Maybe she’ll sail the oceans blue on a man-o-war, or travel to Africa to work with missionaries. Perhaps she’ll teach piano and study Russian language. Run for president, cure cancer, or simply provide a loving, peaceful home for a family of her own.
Time will tell.
I love to look at Boy and Girl and see the possibilities of youth. It stirs my soul and I’m loving watching them carve their own nitch in the world. But I do offer one simple piece of advice: do not waste your youth. Time fly’s whether you are having fun or not. Don’t waste your youth (or your middle age or your old age) on trivial pursuits. Life is short and sweet.
Make it count.
Girls, on the other hand, could be anything they wanted: pink and dainty, climbing trees tough, mud pie chefs, pine cone warriors; for whatever reason I always thought girls should be given more leverage to be…well anything.
Please don’t mistake me. I think boys can be anything they want to be too, I just think girls need a greater push to get there. (Yes Boy, if you are reading this I think journalism might be a good major).
We’ve been talking on and off with Girl, trying to get a sense of where she’d like to go in life. It’s hard when you’re sixteen and you really don’t know. I look at Girl and marvel at how amazing she is. She’s so giving and so fun, except when her mother is singing to her or dancing and she’s rolling her eyes and trying to crawl under the nearest rock, then she’s not so much fun.
I think about my past, where I’ve been, the things that I missed doing (by choice), and the things that were so important that aren’t any more. Frankly, I don’t have too many regrets. I want my Girl to make wise choices, have an adventure or two, and find what makes her heart sing. Personally, I think she’ll make a fabulous wife and mommy but I also think she’ll make a great nurse or teacher (two things she isn’t remotely interested in).
There was a time when she toyed with the idea of Astro-physics. Which is totally rockin’ but I think that boat has sailed. My point though, is not that she make a decision today regarding her future, but that she look at the wide, wide world and see what adventure awaits. Maybe she’ll sail the oceans blue on a man-o-war, or travel to Africa to work with missionaries. Perhaps she’ll teach piano and study Russian language. Run for president, cure cancer, or simply provide a loving, peaceful home for a family of her own.
Time will tell.
I love to look at Boy and Girl and see the possibilities of youth. It stirs my soul and I’m loving watching them carve their own nitch in the world. But I do offer one simple piece of advice: do not waste your youth. Time fly’s whether you are having fun or not. Don’t waste your youth (or your middle age or your old age) on trivial pursuits. Life is short and sweet.
Make it count.
Thursday, December 04, 2008
Thousand Word Thursday
Today is Thousand Word Thursday sponsored over at Cheaper than Therapy. My thousands words are just that. One thousand written words. I know it's supposed to be a PHOTO, but something in me said, "Write a thousand words in one sitting." So I did. Feel free to press the back button now...
After meeting with the Writer Girl for coffee and a verbal download, I rushed home to pick up Boy’s new cell phone that had been delivered while I was out. Since Boy does not live at home and won’t be home for several weeks, I decided to mail it to him…along with assorted other goodies.
Along with his spankin’ new phone, Girl placed a small tin of her chocolate-orange scones and a small note to cheer his heart. I added a few other odds and ends. There was cold medicine – the day and night version. I rustled up two small packages of peanuts, one salted, the other honey roasted and some jelly beans.
Last, but certainly NOT least I added one of those musical cards. Perhaps it’s just my family, but we find these cards highly amusing. I adore the ones with the 80’s tunes (sing along if you dare!);
I told you homeboy
U can't touch this
Yeah, that's how we livin' and you know
U can't touch this
Look in my eyes,man
U can't touch this
Yo, let me bust the funky lyrics
U can't touch this
The cards that feature lines from television shows run a close second. For Beloved’s birthday last year, Boy had found a Star Trek card that featured Mr. Spock saying,
”Total annihilation”
Boy had purchased the card early in the spring and hid it away for months, waiting for his father’s February birthday. There are two things I love about this; first, that Boy spotted something that he knew Dad would find amusing and two, that he managed to keep it squirreled away for over nine months without his father finding it. Not a small feat in this house!
No one would be too surprised to find that I packed a special card into Boy’s goodie box. Will he get it? I think so. He’ll probably roll his eyes a bit, mainly because his mother is such a nut, but he’ll smile. I found the card that sang,
Everybody was kung-fu fighting
Those cats were fast as lightning
In fact it was a little bit frightening
But they fought with expert timing
I know you are humming that tune. I can feel it. I just gotta wonder though, who writes this stuff? Seriously! Anyway, we recently watched the movie, Kung Fu Panda and although I don’t really care for Jack Black, I found this movie to be really fun. Thus, the reason for the card.
Yet, this was no ordinary box. Yes, Boy’s phone had arrived, but I really wanted to send him a cheery box, filled with goodies and things to make him smile. He’s having a rough week and even though he says he’s “fine”, being his (over-protective, let me do that for you, are you hungry? No? Let me fix you something), loving mommy, I think he needs this.
I know I could have driven down and delivered the phone in person. It’s only a two hour round trip drive, but don’t you think there is something special about receiving a box of goodies from home? I can only imagine how nice it must be (at least I think it would be nice) to have a box arrive with your name on it.
In my minds eye, I see Boy carrying box, perhaps shaking it a wee bit and walking back to his house. There, his roommates will gather round to see what goodies lie within. Last Halloween I sent a box that contained Darth Vader heads filled with sweet tarts. The roomies still have those little Vader heads displayed around the house.
I can imagine the guys wondering if he’ll share his haul and joking about “Boy’s Mommy”. They’ll tease him a bit because he’s the youngest in the house. Between you and me, I think they tease him because they are jealous. There I said it.
I don’t know if it’s because we homeschooled Boy or if it is just his personality, but our family has never suffered any of those child-parent estrangements. For the most part, unless I’m completely delusional (which is possible), we’ve all gotten along just fine. We didn’t suffer through much teenage anxiety with Boy or Girl. They’ve never given us a moment’s worry in regard to booze, drugs or the opposite sex.
Maybe that’s why Boys leaving and the upcoming departure (in a couple years) of Girl make me sad. I really like my children as people and I miss them when they are not here. Yet, as I stated yesterday, I do not want them to stay home! No. I want them to grow up and move on. It just means that I’ll miss their company when they leave.
I know I’m not the only mommy who sends special packages to their kiddos. Some are probably more creative. For me, I think it’s the random things that I toss in that make Boy smile. In retrospect, I should have added a picture of Boy and Best Friend. Please note in the picture below, taken recently, that these two boys have been goofy since day one.
With the box packed I headed off to the post office, forgetting that it’s December. Uugh. I stood in line for a very long time and finally got to my favorite postal clerks window. He greeted me with his usual, “Hi Mom!” phrase and we got down to business. I told him that yes; I did indeed have liquid and perishables in the box. I made certain he understood that everything was riddled with Anthrax powder and that he might want to pull on his radiation gloves.
“A package for boy huh?” he smiled.
“Yep. Just a few goodies,” I replied.
“There’s nothing like a box from home to add a little sunshine to your day,” he commented as he weighed the box.
I couldn’t agree more. Boy’s box will be delivered today. I can just see the text message now:
Sunday, August 10, 2008
MIA
I'm studying and it's paying off. At least I think it is. We'll see after tomorrow nights test.
Yesterday was park day with Mr. Smiley (you know where his blog is if you wanna see pictures). Then I brought FIL home from the hospital. Sigh.
The only problem with going back to work after all these years is that people still think I'll have time to drop everything and feed their cows, take care of their dog, and drive them to their doctor appointments. Oh the insanity!
Spent day with our boy. Ahhhhh. Pictures to follow. While out with him we discovered a place so peaceful, so tranquil, that I want to move there. Problem is, I'm not Catholic, nor am I male. It may be a problem.
Bought some clothes to add to the work wardrobe. All I can say is that working at a gym where I wear comfortable workout clothes has got heels and hose beat all to heck. I think I'm going to love this job.
Yesterday was park day with Mr. Smiley (you know where his blog is if you wanna see pictures). Then I brought FIL home from the hospital. Sigh.
The only problem with going back to work after all these years is that people still think I'll have time to drop everything and feed their cows, take care of their dog, and drive them to their doctor appointments. Oh the insanity!
Spent day with our boy. Ahhhhh. Pictures to follow. While out with him we discovered a place so peaceful, so tranquil, that I want to move there. Problem is, I'm not Catholic, nor am I male. It may be a problem.
Bought some clothes to add to the work wardrobe. All I can say is that working at a gym where I wear comfortable workout clothes has got heels and hose beat all to heck. I think I'm going to love this job.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
I’ve made a discovery. Perhaps you’d be interested in knowing what it is. I have to admit that I was a little surprised by it and unless you are my age it may not mean a lot to you. If that’s the case, just tuck this little nugget of knowledge away for a later time. If you happen to be one of my children, just know that we do indeed love you (beyond measure) and we miss you (oh, so very, very much).
Our son moved out last June – one down
Our foster girls returned to their mother in April – two down
Our daughter is away at camp – three down
Can you say party on the farm?
I am surprised and delighted to admit that Beloved and I are having a fabulous time home alone. No children, no messes, no extra driving, just us. Us and the TV. Us and a bottle of vino. Us and the quiet…and each other!
It’s been like a mini-retreat. The only thing that’s missing is the smell of suntan lotion and I can fix that! I never expected to enjoy having this man all to myself. It’s extraordinary how much fun we’re having. I know I’ve whimpered and whined about my children growing up and leaving home (Why you wanna leave me???? - from My Big, Fat, Greek Wedding). There have been times I’ve lamented my babyless state (trust me, it was a passing flirt with insanity!) and wondered aloud to anyone who would listen as to what I would do with my time sans children.
So, let me tell you, I’m doing a lot and I’m having fun. It helps that I just got hired to write some fitness articles (hurray me!). The house work STAYS done. The dishes are minimal and cooking for two, yeah, that rocks!
The quiet is amazingly quite. I never knew that kind of silence existed. It’s kinda creepy, but in a good way.
So, to my darling children, I love you. I really, really do. But guess what? Momma is going to be A OKAY when you both finally depart for your adult lives. I thought I’d be losing my life when you left, but in reality I’ll be gaining one.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Wordless Wednesday - Oh How They Grow!
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