Getting A Little Anxious

Anxious?  Me, of course.  However I’m not going to tell you how much I feel pulled in different directions.  (Not this time).  I counted the days this morning,  32 more days till school starts.  If I counted right, and yes, that includes weekends.  As with all moms or just some moms, or maybe just me, I’m ready for school to start again.  That would be one less thing for me to concentrate on.  I always look forward to the last day of school at the end of the school year.  I love spending time with my kiddo’s and not really having to rush around in the mornings and getting to drink my coffee and actually taste it.  It just seems like this time of year, (the end of July) I am craving the quiet of the house where I can go about my work without having to monitor the breakfasts, say anything to anyone about nothing.  I can take as much time as needed to shower and “tend my business”.  I don’t have to referee.  No vacuuming around little feet and having to turn the TV down every time I walk past it.  Ahh, the little things.  But also going to miss those things as well.  Ok, well, only a little.  or not.  Oh come on August! 

This year and last year have been a mind blowing experience for me.  I feel tugged and pulled and just down right exhausted.  Mostly mental.  So I am looking forward to a little quiet time.  When our home gets finished and we get moved in, then I think I can relax.  I hope.  Probably not going to happen though.  Something else will come up and “No rest for the weary”.  

I just can’t wait to be able to do laundry in the house.  No going back and forth to the laundry room, which is outside.  I can stay dry, warm in the winter, cool in the summer, all washing and drying clothes inside.  8 years going outside everyday to do laundry doesn’t make you strong, it makes you appreciate the little things.  Boy will I appreciate the inside laundry room.  Also having a window over the sink, that is going to be nice. 

2006

However nice it’s going to be, it’s also going to be very bittersweet.  No more fields for the kids to play in.  No more going to the ponds and such for them.  No more privacy.  That is going to be the biggest thing.  Where we are now, is quiet, back off the road and no neighbors but one, and they are pretty far away.  Fuzzy B and Furry P do their “business” outside.  Not really looking forward to a litter box.  And now, Johnson who has joined our family and likes to run in the morning isn’t going to be able to.  We see him in the mornings running in the fields at top speed.  He looks like a greyhound while running.  Both back feet and front feet meet in the middle while he is in the air.  Such a beautiful site.  Not going to be a place to run where we are going.  

2006

So, yeah, I’m a little anxious, worried, extremely excited and pretty much overwhelmed.  With everything that has changed in the last few years, I wonder if I’m dreaming all of this.  First Mom, then now all of this.  What a rollercoaster.   But change can be a good thing.  Sometimes a necessary thing.  It keeps you from getting complacent.  I love my life, and the people in it.  I love my family.  I am happy.  Anxious, but extremely happy for the first time in my life.  I am truly happy.  I don’t suppose I’ve ever been happy.  Wow, what a great feeling. 

Tears on the First Day of School … Really???

Really??  After 7 years you’d think it wouldn’t happen.  My right hand guys, my compadre’s, pain in the asses, my two pygmies.  They have been beside me all summer.  After all we have been through this summer, you wouldn’t think it.  We three have been through a lot, and I mean a lot.  I figured it would have been them.   But guess whose dam broke.  No, not theirs  Mine!  Yes, me.  I let that dam break wide open.  After all the good luck sugars and hugs, (not Danny of course, just a peck on the cheek for him, 7th grader you know), I let it out.  Not even a question of me walking them to class this year. I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking about all the things I need to do now as I drive out of the parking lot.  Didn’t even get past the school before I could feel the tears coming from my eyes.  I boo hoo’d all the way home!  (all of the 7 minutes it takes to get home).    

First Day of School 2010

 

I realize they have been attached to my hip most of the time.  I love having my kids with me most of the time.  Sure I get tired of the fighting and bickering, but what would I do without them??  I need them just as much as they need me.  As I type these words I realize I need this time, I have so much to do that takes concentration that I need this break.  But my heart is breaking, knowing I can’t just go hug them when I get ready to.  Or sugar their heads when I pass them on my way to the laundry room.  But I think after I get through with this post, I’ll be ok and will get busy, doing the things that will make a difference, things that have to be done.  Lots to do, where do I start?  I feel so lonely now.  I want them back home.  Here come more tears.  Dang tears!

Failure to Respond in a Timely Manner

This can get you in lots of trouble.  Failing to respond, in a timely manner.  As a mom, you have to be on top of things.   When you have kids, sometimes your response time is crucial.  Say for instance, you are busy, working on your next blog post or folding clothes, or perhaps washing dishes, (watching The Big Bang Theory from your DVR feature) and you hear a loud ”thunk” and lots of muffled thunks, from down the hall accompanied by laughter and “ssshhh-es”. (I know there is no such word as sssshhh-es, but thought it appropriate for this post), so, forgive me.   However, thunk is actually a word.  Google gave up several different meanings.  Who knew? 

Instead of getting up right then to check out the “thunk”, laughter and sssshhh-es, you continue to fold or rinse, until a commercial comes on.  You then pause the show and very quietly sneak down to the kids room.  You stand in the hallway, watching through the mirror in the hallway so you can observe without being seen, stealth like, you know.  We mothers have the gift of stealth when the occasion arises.  

What do your eyes see?   These children who have been told, more times than you have seen daylight, not to throw ANYTHING in the house, have taken pillows and belts and have strapped them to their stomachs and are throwing a tennis ball at each other.   A wet dirty tennis ball, that was left outside in the rain and mud.  This was the source of the thunk.  Each time the ball hit the wall, ceiling or timeless piece of antique furniture, (yea right), it left a round muddy print.

You curse under your breath, ”Son of a (insert not so nice word)”.  “What the (insert a different not so nice word)”.   “What do you think you are doing??”  They hear you, they freeze, Noisy, with ball in hand, hand raised, turns green and points at Nosey.  “It was his idea”!   Nosey then proceeds to plead his case.  “Yeah, but you threw it first”!   The whole time, this is going on, you hold your breath because you know you can’t laugh.   Show no weakness.   Ah, but if you had only responded faster, there might not be so many spots,  or you could have prevented it all, by confiscating the ball before it made it to the bedroom.  Hind sight, yea, ok, I know already.

I wish I’d have thought to get the camera.  Two small children with pillows strapped to their mid-sections with belts.  Both green, and pointing at each other.   Would like to see them explain that photo to their kids.

Cut to later scene – two small children cleaning round marks off bedroom walls and furniture.  I would make them clean the ceiling if they could reach that high.  

   Note:  This is a post from awhile back.  It is from my stack of Posts to run in case I don’t have time right now,  I don’t have anything else to write about.  It has been edited so as to seem current. 

Dirt and Kids

What is it about dirt and kids.  The two just go hand in hand.  Monday, we had a small load of dirt brought in to repair the holes in the drive-way.  This winter has been especially rough on it due to the rain and all the traffic in and out.  Before we had it spread, the kids had a dirt hey-day.  With old clothes and shoes, we let them at it before the pile was gone.

We let them play until it was too dark to see.  By the time it was time to come in, they had dump trucks, tractors, dolls, shovels and all kinds of stuff in and around the pile.  I had to take a flashlight just to get the toys back to the back yard so there wouldn’t be any for the dozer to crush the next day. 

It’s not like they never see dirt, there is a place in the back yard where they play but this was a different place so what the heck.  I would want to play in it if Iwas a kid too.  I’lll probably never get the clothes clean again, red dirt you know.

Muffins for Moms Day

Tomorrow is Muffins for Moms Day.   This is a program at our elementary school when Mom’s are invited to come have breakfast with their children.  I have been doing this since my young ones started, back 4 or so years ago.  The kids really love it and so do most parents.  I am so thankful that I have the opportunity to participate in this event.  Not only do they have Muffins for Moms, but they also have Donuts for Dads, and Goodies for Grandparents.  

I know a lot of people don’t actually have the chance to do this as they have to work.  However a lot of the parents and grandparents go into work late or take off early, depending on the hours they work.  I’ve googled this and it seems there are a lot of schools across the country that do this.

If your school have this program, make a suggestion to them, this really makes the kiddo’s feel important, and really gives them a boost for the day.  It also helps their self-esteem.   It’s really hard to see some of the students who eat breakfast on that day that have no parent or grandparent with them.  If you do participate, ask some of them, that have no one, to come sit with you and your children.  Include them in the conversations, it will make them feel a little better about not having anyone with them.

The Junior High doesn’t participate, but Nosey, since he is a Momma’s Boy, will go with us.  The food won’t be gourmet, but it will do.  Think about this and try to go, or help get this started at your school. 

Crap, Sorry for the pause

 

    Ok, I know, I know.  I am still alive.  Kinda.  Been having alot of pains.  Meds just zing me out.  Still trying to get things together in my head.  Had lots to do.  Baseball is one of the things.  I am loving it.  I so enjoy watching these kids try so hard.  Nosey is really enjoying it, but isn’t very good.  Heck, none of them are.  They haven’t won a game yet.  But I keep the faith.  I just know they will.  So since I haven’t been here for a while and don’t really feel like writing much these days.   I have added some other photos of the game on flickr.  I’ll try to keep up with writing this summer, I can’t wait till the kids get out of school.  Later

Happy Birthday Gail

 

This post is for a dear cousin of mine.  Today is her Birthday.  Happy Birthday girlie!!  I know I need to call you, so I will sometime today.  I hope you have a good Birthday.  I didn’t get you anything, but the kids wanted to send you a message.  I told them you were 39, you are 39, right??  He he.  Love you.  Oh and I didn’t forget this year.

Oh and Katie’s picture is of rain drops, you know, for April Showers?  She was mad at me because we were running late for school and I wouldn’t let her finish it.  That explains the mean evil look on her face.

I Love….

 

I Love Bad Photos.

I took a few photos like this, but none of them came out like I wanted.  As per the SPF post, I have been having trouble with batteries.   No, I still haven’t bought any more yet.  So I took these photos with batteries where the camera kept shutting off.  Anyway, in this one I got Nosey’s shoe.  Argghh.  But I posted it anyway.  Oh well.

Spring Break

This week is spring break for the younguns, so I probably won’t post much.  Right now they are both busy with their own things, Noisy is playing in the bedroom with her fairies and Nosey is in the living room building planes and such from legos.  I have a had the last 30 mins to myself which is amazing when they are home. 

I love it when they are home, I don’t worry about where they are, what they are doing, and if they are getting in trouble.  But sometimes you just have to sneak off for a few mins.  This is of course only the second day, but I am still glad they are home. 

We are supposed to have some pretty bad weather here this afternoon, and I feel better when they are with me in case it gets really bad.  It’s a mother thing I think. 

 When they are home, I try to get all my work done early so that I can spend sometime with them instead of passing them all of the time and saying things like, ” Yea, that looks great.”  Or, “I see”, or um, “just a minute”.  So this afternoon, we are going to sit down and watch a movie, what yet I don’t know.  But I am going to sit and relax, not do nothing, but watch a movie. 

The rest of the week is play by play, we’ll see what happens.  Nothing really planned yet, so I’ll let you know what happens..

Donuts for Dads

Next week is spring break for the kiddos.  I will enjoy their time at home.  I miss getting to spend time with them other than after school and weekends.   I do have somethings planned for next week, I just hope my pain will allow them. 

Today at school is Donuts for Dads.  Every year the school has this thing where for three days, they get to have breakfast at school with a parent and grandparents.  It’s a pretty big thing.  The kids love it.  Yesterday was Muffins for Mom, and tomorrow is Goodies for Grandparents.  You get to go to school and have breakfast with the kids.  Like I said, they love it.  Of course you can go have lunch with them anytime or breakfast if you want, but most parents and grandparents don’t.  Most work.  So alot do not.  This gives them at least one day a year to go and have breakfast and visit with the teachers and enjoy spending a little time with the kids. 

Bud went with the children today and they were so excited.  For the past few years he has gone.  It makes me happy that he does this.  It makes them happy.  So Thank you again Bud for doing this for them.  I love You.