Jared, Regina, Gene and Jacob in front of our tree
Tuesday, December 26, 2006
The whole family
We had a wonderful time with family and friends at Angela and Jared's house Christmas Eve.
Christmas
Has come and gone. Yet I am still working on those 80 Christmas cards. I have decided to set a new and crazy goal for myself because I'm all about that. I love writing actual letters to people. With a pen and everything. I have decided after holding my old battered up address book that I will transfer my many addresses to a new book. How exciting! I have decided to transfer these addresses one at a time. Once I've written the addressee a true letter or note of some sort, the transfer will take place.
In the meantime, I hope more of my friends and family will sign up for google accounts, for the simple selfish reason that I want you to read and post to my blog every now and again.
Merry Christmas. Your card is in almost* in the mail!
In the meantime, I hope more of my friends and family will sign up for google accounts, for the simple selfish reason that I want you to read and post to my blog every now and again.
Merry Christmas. Your card is in almost* in the mail!
Ahh, the Sh@! saga continues
We are having a relatively "normal" dinner when this true account occurs.
Jacob: "Oh, sh@$"
Gene and I are mildly surprised but through a nod agree to do nothing and let it pass. Two more seconds tick by.
Jacob: "Mom, Dad! Did you hear me? I said sh@!"
Shoulders are shaking and we are desperately trying to let this pass. Not sure what to do at this point. Without being able to talk, we again try to move forward with dinner.
Jacob: "Sh@! … Sh@! … Sh@! … Sh@! … Sh@! … Sh@! … Sh@! … Sh@!"
There has to be a moral of this story. One might ask where we went wrong. I'd love to blame preschool, I really would, but this word belongs to me and Gene both.
I say it on a very regular basis and immediately catch myself, to which I have sometimes in fact responded with the very thing that led me to cringe in the first place.
Gene and the blazing cupcakes, another tragic slip.
However, the question is in this very situation at the dinner table, what should we have done?
Parents?
Jacob: "Oh, sh@$"
Gene and I are mildly surprised but through a nod agree to do nothing and let it pass. Two more seconds tick by.
Jacob: "Mom, Dad! Did you hear me? I said sh@!"
Shoulders are shaking and we are desperately trying to let this pass. Not sure what to do at this point. Without being able to talk, we again try to move forward with dinner.
Jacob: "Sh@! … Sh@! … Sh@! … Sh@! … Sh@! … Sh@! … Sh@! … Sh@!"
There has to be a moral of this story. One might ask where we went wrong. I'd love to blame preschool, I really would, but this word belongs to me and Gene both.
I say it on a very regular basis and immediately catch myself, to which I have sometimes in fact responded with the very thing that led me to cringe in the first place.
Gene and the blazing cupcakes, another tragic slip.
However, the question is in this very situation at the dinner table, what should we have done?
Parents?
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
I love writing!
Falling off the wagon
Ouch! It hurts.
I scowl at the scale as I walk past it. All around me are tales of success stories of people who are able to 1) set a goal and 2) to actually accomplish said goal.
Today, I drank six, yeah, count 'em, SIX cans of Coke-a-Cola! I ate potato chips with French Onion dip. I did have pretzels at work today with all those COKES.
Then there is the Financial Peace wagon. Yeah, fell off that one, too, but that's an entirely different blog.
I can already hear the voices of my friends, "don't beat yourself up. You try to do too much. You have to breathe. You are doing fine. We all make mistakes. REGINA, breathe, what do you need to do?"
Me: "I don't know!"
them: "Regina, what do you need to do."
Me: whiny noises.
them: "Regina?"
Me: "Connect with God and step up to the plate yet again." Whoosh, the words come out, but I don't mean them yet. I have this habit of saying and thinking I'll do the right thing knowing full well I'm already more than halfway to the wrong thing.
I have awesome friends and I love them dearly, and I do value their advice. I wish they didn't have to keep giving it to me over and over again.
I'm either all the way on the ball or so far off it ain't even funny. Do you know that when I went to school in Texas, we used to get spanked in front of the classroom for saying ain't. I once got spanked for laughing when my friend Dallas was getting the spanking. Then we had to write our names on the paddle.
Anyway, I digress. How do you all do it? Keep it together, I mean? Our church has this saying that goes something like this. "It's not about me. It's all about God and how he wants me to live. I will pray, read my Bible, witness and give because it's not about me. It's all about Him."
I am whiny, selfish and greedy, and these are only the things I am comfortable admiting.
AND, I am extremly compulsive when I am stressed out, and I am ALWAYS stressed out. I'm so glad my friends love me. I'm so very lucky that my friends love me.
HEY FRIENDS: IF YOU LOVE ME, POST ON MY BLOG!
I scowl at the scale as I walk past it. All around me are tales of success stories of people who are able to 1) set a goal and 2) to actually accomplish said goal.
Today, I drank six, yeah, count 'em, SIX cans of Coke-a-Cola! I ate potato chips with French Onion dip. I did have pretzels at work today with all those COKES.
Then there is the Financial Peace wagon. Yeah, fell off that one, too, but that's an entirely different blog.
I can already hear the voices of my friends, "don't beat yourself up. You try to do too much. You have to breathe. You are doing fine. We all make mistakes. REGINA, breathe, what do you need to do?"
Me: "I don't know!"
them: "Regina, what do you need to do."
Me: whiny noises.
them: "Regina?"
Me: "Connect with God and step up to the plate yet again." Whoosh, the words come out, but I don't mean them yet. I have this habit of saying and thinking I'll do the right thing knowing full well I'm already more than halfway to the wrong thing.
I have awesome friends and I love them dearly, and I do value their advice. I wish they didn't have to keep giving it to me over and over again.
I'm either all the way on the ball or so far off it ain't even funny. Do you know that when I went to school in Texas, we used to get spanked in front of the classroom for saying ain't. I once got spanked for laughing when my friend Dallas was getting the spanking. Then we had to write our names on the paddle.
Anyway, I digress. How do you all do it? Keep it together, I mean? Our church has this saying that goes something like this. "It's not about me. It's all about God and how he wants me to live. I will pray, read my Bible, witness and give because it's not about me. It's all about Him."
I am whiny, selfish and greedy, and these are only the things I am comfortable admiting.
AND, I am extremly compulsive when I am stressed out, and I am ALWAYS stressed out. I'm so glad my friends love me. I'm so very lucky that my friends love me.
HEY FRIENDS: IF YOU LOVE ME, POST ON MY BLOG!
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
You get what you get …
and you don't throw a fit.
Apparently, this little mantra is one that my son hears a lot at preschool. He says it quite often at home, partly because he has realized it gives me a laugh.
I am beginning to think a lot of grownups, myself included, could benefit from this advice. Life happens to all of us, and some of us take it in much better stride.
Oftentimes, the things we whine and complain the most about are not even things out of our own control. We make choices each and every day that come with these little things called consequences.
Take for example the student who fails to plan properly and then is going hyper crazy at the end of the semester. Every student has a way of claiming that every professor thinks his or her class is the only one a student takes. Give me a break. Most professors make the class requirements clear at the beginning of the semester.
If you have a week when everything is due, here's an idea. Start on something EARLIER.
It's true. I have reached the point in the semester where I no longer find myself sympathetic to the endless barage of pitiful excuses I recieve from the masses.
When it comes time to enter those final grades, dear students, just remember, "you get what you get and you don't throw a fit!"
Apparently, this little mantra is one that my son hears a lot at preschool. He says it quite often at home, partly because he has realized it gives me a laugh.
I am beginning to think a lot of grownups, myself included, could benefit from this advice. Life happens to all of us, and some of us take it in much better stride.
Oftentimes, the things we whine and complain the most about are not even things out of our own control. We make choices each and every day that come with these little things called consequences.
Take for example the student who fails to plan properly and then is going hyper crazy at the end of the semester. Every student has a way of claiming that every professor thinks his or her class is the only one a student takes. Give me a break. Most professors make the class requirements clear at the beginning of the semester.
If you have a week when everything is due, here's an idea. Start on something EARLIER.
It's true. I have reached the point in the semester where I no longer find myself sympathetic to the endless barage of pitiful excuses I recieve from the masses.
When it comes time to enter those final grades, dear students, just remember, "you get what you get and you don't throw a fit!"
Thursday, November 30, 2006
Stupid media
So, the media is full of weather hype, which can only lead to disappointment if you are a student of USD 501 or Washburn University.
Even though I am not a student, I must admit that the prospect of a snowday still thrills me and delights me. Knowing full well it takes a major weather incident to cancel class, I still stayed warm under my covers longer than I should have.
I blame the media. All the hype in the world does not close these two organizations. And, to add insult to injury, we are forced to scroll through ALL THE OTHER CLOSINGS before we reach the two that never close.
AAUUUGGGHH. Stop talking about the "severe" weather, mr. meterologist, cause I'm not buying it!
Even though I am not a student, I must admit that the prospect of a snowday still thrills me and delights me. Knowing full well it takes a major weather incident to cancel class, I still stayed warm under my covers longer than I should have.
I blame the media. All the hype in the world does not close these two organizations. And, to add insult to injury, we are forced to scroll through ALL THE OTHER CLOSINGS before we reach the two that never close.
AAUUUGGGHH. Stop talking about the "severe" weather, mr. meterologist, cause I'm not buying it!
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
8,114 words
Yes, I have 8,114 words. And, yes, that's a few shy of the 50,000 required. I'm behind, but I'm still plugging along.
Oh, well. I am having fun writing it. I need to upload my pages, but I like to update it here as well. I am enjoying the story so far, but I have yet to show anyone.
Oh, well. I am having fun writing it. I need to upload my pages, but I like to update it here as well. I am enjoying the story so far, but I have yet to show anyone.
Monthly madness
So, I had a wellness coaching session Monday. It went well, but I am already doubting my ability to stick with a plan that is to my betterment.
After watching a bit of Bridget Jones for the second time in three days, damn cable tv to hell, I find myself identifying with Ms. Jones.
Oh, I've got some of the equation right. I have a fantastic husband and two great boys. I have a job I love as well. It's just ME that I seem to have a problem with.
I do not desire to be a super model. OK, I have "accepted" the fact that I am no super model. I mean, who would turn down super-model-dom? Surely, not me.
At any rate, Ms. Jones constantly resolves to do better in a few key areas and then battles herself as she attempts to stay within the limits she has for herself.
I eat crap. I gain weight like crazy. I hate shopping for clothes because it only illustrates how completely unsuccesful I am at losing weight and I totally lack fashion sense.
The coach asked me a lot of questions that got me thinking. One stands out. She asked me what benefits I got from eating at McDonald's. Huh? Benefit? Well, she said there had to be one or I wouldn't do it. Hmph!
I really want to lose weight as the result of living a healthier lifestyle. Mostly because I want to be a good role model for my boys, and I don't want them to find me to be an embarrasment either. And, I don't want them to have to struggle with food choices forever.
A friend of mine argues that motivation, self-control and discipline are pretty close concepts. Ha! Not to me. They might as well be an ocean away from each other.
At the result of this meeting, I did make some goals, which I shall share. I'll keep you posted.
By the end of February, I Regina Anne (yes, note the 'e' at the end) will be exercising two days a week (specifically in the a.m. on Tuesdays and Thursdays), drinking (would be lots more fun to stop here) 62 ounces of water seven days a week and limiting my eating out at lunch to two times per month.
But, by the of one week, which ends Nov. 28, I was to become an SRWC member (check!) and drink 32 oz. of water for at least 5 of the 7 days (let's see, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday. Oooh, I can still make this one, too!)
She also said that one should keep the number 3,200 in mind. That's roughly 100 calories a day to a pound. Decrease 100 calories and lose 1 pound in a month. Or eat the same amount and increase burning of 100 calories (yes, this would be exercise. She said walking about a mile would do this.)
Think about it, you eat four Hershey's kisses, about 100 calories, and it takes 1 mile to burn it off? Hmm. How does that work out with time? If you are slow and do a 10 minute mile, that would be 10 minutes to work off 10 seconds of eating. NOT FAIR. NOT FAIR. NOT FAIR. NOT FAIR. Tantrum is over, on to writing on my novel.
After watching a bit of Bridget Jones for the second time in three days, damn cable tv to hell, I find myself identifying with Ms. Jones.
Oh, I've got some of the equation right. I have a fantastic husband and two great boys. I have a job I love as well. It's just ME that I seem to have a problem with.
I do not desire to be a super model. OK, I have "accepted" the fact that I am no super model. I mean, who would turn down super-model-dom? Surely, not me.
At any rate, Ms. Jones constantly resolves to do better in a few key areas and then battles herself as she attempts to stay within the limits she has for herself.
I eat crap. I gain weight like crazy. I hate shopping for clothes because it only illustrates how completely unsuccesful I am at losing weight and I totally lack fashion sense.
The coach asked me a lot of questions that got me thinking. One stands out. She asked me what benefits I got from eating at McDonald's. Huh? Benefit? Well, she said there had to be one or I wouldn't do it. Hmph!
I really want to lose weight as the result of living a healthier lifestyle. Mostly because I want to be a good role model for my boys, and I don't want them to find me to be an embarrasment either. And, I don't want them to have to struggle with food choices forever.
A friend of mine argues that motivation, self-control and discipline are pretty close concepts. Ha! Not to me. They might as well be an ocean away from each other.
At the result of this meeting, I did make some goals, which I shall share. I'll keep you posted.
By the end of February, I Regina Anne (yes, note the 'e' at the end) will be exercising two days a week (specifically in the a.m. on Tuesdays and Thursdays), drinking (would be lots more fun to stop here) 62 ounces of water seven days a week and limiting my eating out at lunch to two times per month.
But, by the of one week, which ends Nov. 28, I was to become an SRWC member (check!) and drink 32 oz. of water for at least 5 of the 7 days (let's see, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday. Oooh, I can still make this one, too!)
She also said that one should keep the number 3,200 in mind. That's roughly 100 calories a day to a pound. Decrease 100 calories and lose 1 pound in a month. Or eat the same amount and increase burning of 100 calories (yes, this would be exercise. She said walking about a mile would do this.)
Think about it, you eat four Hershey's kisses, about 100 calories, and it takes 1 mile to burn it off? Hmm. How does that work out with time? If you are slow and do a 10 minute mile, that would be 10 minutes to work off 10 seconds of eating. NOT FAIR. NOT FAIR. NOT FAIR. NOT FAIR. Tantrum is over, on to writing on my novel.
Conferences
2006 has not been a good year. In fact, I would likely give it a D+ overall. Now, it was not without its ups, but I will not be sad to see it go.
Lately, as the stress mounts and the work piles up, I have been thinking about my job and my future. Juggling a life as a full-time wife, mother and teacher is challenging and even overwhelming at times.
But, God has a great way of putting things back into perspective for me. A few weeks back, one of my students suggested that I pull my feature writing class in for individual conferences. I generally do this earlier in the semester, but I had honestly forgotten.
I only have eight students in the class, but it's a great class. The whiner in me often wishes that I could remove one student from each of my classes each semester. In this class, however, I find them all delightful.
I love reading their blogs, finding out what they hope to achieve and getting to know them as individual writers. I have been impressed numerous times this semester, and I hope they will leave with a positive experience.
They have a major story due, a test and their reading assignment all due before I assign them a grade in three weeks, so it might take them some time to take me off their most wanted list.
At least I hope they will take me off there.
Lately, as the stress mounts and the work piles up, I have been thinking about my job and my future. Juggling a life as a full-time wife, mother and teacher is challenging and even overwhelming at times.
But, God has a great way of putting things back into perspective for me. A few weeks back, one of my students suggested that I pull my feature writing class in for individual conferences. I generally do this earlier in the semester, but I had honestly forgotten.
I only have eight students in the class, but it's a great class. The whiner in me often wishes that I could remove one student from each of my classes each semester. In this class, however, I find them all delightful.
I love reading their blogs, finding out what they hope to achieve and getting to know them as individual writers. I have been impressed numerous times this semester, and I hope they will leave with a positive experience.
They have a major story due, a test and their reading assignment all due before I assign them a grade in three weeks, so it might take them some time to take me off their most wanted list.
At least I hope they will take me off there.
Friday, November 17, 2006
Now I'm the weak link
Or was, rather.
Jared has had the stomach flu. He threw up three
times Tuesday and managed to generate almost three loads of laundry
just himself. Last night was my turn. My momma came over yesterday from
KC to watch Jared, who I still didn't feel was quite back to himself,
and I had planned to work Thursday night and get up early Friday to
head to work before my dentist appointment in Lawrence.
Ha. Ha.
I am miles behind and anyone who knows me knows how much of a baby I
can be when it comes to throwing up. Gene took good care of me last
night, and I even encouraged him to go ahead and sleep with Jacob. I
spent all morning in bed and the afternoon on the couch. Now I'm trying
to fake normalcy b/c Jacob was convinced that the flowers he and Gene
brought me would heal me completely. I love them both so much.
And then there's Gene, who might be wishing he had slept with Jacob right about now. He had to go to a b-ball game in Emporia and was supposed to be on the radio tonight. He thought throwing up in the parking lot would be more fun.
Well,
I'm a bad mom, too. I ordered Pizza Hut for the boys tonight. I hope to
spend the rest of the night quietly with the boys. I'm praying
fervently that Jacob does not get this crap, too, especially after
cheese pizza!
After Jared goes to bed, perhaps Jacob and I can play a stimulating game of Candyland, Dora Explorer style, until it's his turn for bed.
Wow. What a Friday night, eh?
Jared has had the stomach flu. He threw up three
times Tuesday and managed to generate almost three loads of laundry
just himself. Last night was my turn. My momma came over yesterday from
KC to watch Jared, who I still didn't feel was quite back to himself,
and I had planned to work Thursday night and get up early Friday to
head to work before my dentist appointment in Lawrence.
Ha. Ha.
I am miles behind and anyone who knows me knows how much of a baby I
can be when it comes to throwing up. Gene took good care of me last
night, and I even encouraged him to go ahead and sleep with Jacob. I
spent all morning in bed and the afternoon on the couch. Now I'm trying
to fake normalcy b/c Jacob was convinced that the flowers he and Gene
brought me would heal me completely. I love them both so much.
And then there's Gene, who might be wishing he had slept with Jacob right about now. He had to go to a b-ball game in Emporia and was supposed to be on the radio tonight. He thought throwing up in the parking lot would be more fun.
Well,
I'm a bad mom, too. I ordered Pizza Hut for the boys tonight. I hope to
spend the rest of the night quietly with the boys. I'm praying
fervently that Jacob does not get this crap, too, especially after
cheese pizza!
After Jared goes to bed, perhaps Jacob and I can play a stimulating game of Candyland, Dora Explorer style, until it's his turn for bed.
Wow. What a Friday night, eh?
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Community
I've decided that the holidays are a perfect time to make anyone who might read this aware of some needs that you might be interested in meeting. This comes from the Battered Women's Task Force of Topeka.
Thanks! Regina
** I do use labels on my blog. To see other community-oriented blogs, you could just click on the Community label. (This is the first post, however)
Good afternoon everyone!
The BWTF 2006 Holiday Wish List is below. Please help us get the word out to the community about our needs over the holiday season. YWCA Battered Women Task Force relies upon the generosity of our donors to provide gifts for the women and children we serve. In keeping with the YWCA BWTF mission, no violent toys, games or movies please. All donations should be new and unwrapped.
Baby and Children?s Wish List (ages 0-10)
Non-violent toys
Hats, gloves, scarves, jackets
Diapers and wipes
Leapfrog learning toys
Bouncy seat
Building blocks or Legos
Movie gift certificates
Board games
Arts and craft supplies (coloring books, crayons, markers, etc.)
Dress-up sets
Books
Bicycles
Preteen & Teen Wish List (ages 11-17)
Gift certificates for video games or movies
Hats, gloves, scarves, jackets
Portable cassette or CD players
Sports equipment
Young adult books
Board games
Electronic games
Computer games
Journals & Planners
Hair accessories
Jewelry
Science Kits (ant farms, chemistry sets, rock tumblers)
Movies
Teen Room Décor (Posters, Lava Lamps, Door Beads, Pillows, etc.)
Art Supplies (colored pencils, sketch pads, paints, etc)
Bicycles
Women?s Wish List
Gift certificates (clothing, food, movie rentals, gas)
Perfume (no sample sizes please)
Jewelry
Watches
Journals
Phone cards
Makeup (no sample sizes please, especially for women of color)
Bath robes & slippers
Candles
Throw Blankets
Picture frames & photo albums
Purses & bags
Gift baskets
Small kitchen appliances
Other
Gift boxes & gift bags
Wrapping Paper
Ribbon
Tissue Paper
Stockings
Batteries
The BWTF Holiday Wish List is also online at: http://www.ywca.org/site/pp.asp?c=8nKFITNvEoG&b=1188691
Thanks! Regina
** I do use labels on my blog. To see other community-oriented blogs, you could just click on the Community label. (This is the first post, however)
Good afternoon everyone!
The BWTF 2006 Holiday Wish List is below. Please help us get the word out to the community about our needs over the holiday season. YWCA Battered Women Task Force relies upon the generosity of our donors to provide gifts for the women and children we serve. In keeping with the YWCA BWTF mission, no violent toys, games or movies please. All donations should be new and unwrapped.
Baby and Children?s Wish List (ages 0-10)
Non-violent toys
Hats, gloves, scarves, jackets
Diapers and wipes
Leapfrog learning toys
Bouncy seat
Building blocks or Legos
Movie gift certificates
Board games
Arts and craft supplies (coloring books, crayons, markers, etc.)
Dress-up sets
Books
Bicycles
Preteen & Teen Wish List (ages 11-17)
Gift certificates for video games or movies
Hats, gloves, scarves, jackets
Portable cassette or CD players
Sports equipment
Young adult books
Board games
Electronic games
Computer games
Journals & Planners
Hair accessories
Jewelry
Science Kits (ant farms, chemistry sets, rock tumblers)
Movies
Teen Room Décor (Posters, Lava Lamps, Door Beads, Pillows, etc.)
Art Supplies (colored pencils, sketch pads, paints, etc)
Bicycles
Women?s Wish List
Gift certificates (clothing, food, movie rentals, gas)
Perfume (no sample sizes please)
Jewelry
Watches
Journals
Phone cards
Makeup (no sample sizes please, especially for women of color)
Bath robes & slippers
Candles
Throw Blankets
Picture frames & photo albums
Purses & bags
Gift baskets
Small kitchen appliances
Other
Gift boxes & gift bags
Wrapping Paper
Ribbon
Tissue Paper
Stockings
Batteries
The BWTF Holiday Wish List is also online at: http://www.ywca.org/site/pp.asp?c=8nKFITNvEoG&b=1188691
Monday, November 13, 2006
6, 851 words
After a long conversation with my sister tonight, I had to write on my novel. She gave me lots of great things that I could work in. I didn't work on those parts tonight, but I did add a few words.
Yes, I know I am dreadfully behind, but I am hoping I can write some over the break. Perhaps my hubby will bring home the laptop for me to use. Not that I enjoy typing on a laptop.
Wish me luck as my novel continues to unfold. I'm not sure how long before I'll let anyone read it. It's a very personal thing. Writing about real life is one thing. It really happens. Making up a world forces you to question whether it's believable, entertaining and "real."
Yes, I know I am dreadfully behind, but I am hoping I can write some over the break. Perhaps my hubby will bring home the laptop for me to use. Not that I enjoy typing on a laptop.
Wish me luck as my novel continues to unfold. I'm not sure how long before I'll let anyone read it. It's a very personal thing. Writing about real life is one thing. It really happens. Making up a world forces you to question whether it's believable, entertaining and "real."
Desperation
A stack of unopened mail conceals the hairbrush underneath. Walking through the small house once again, she is getting angrier by the second that not one of the three hairbrushes is anywhere in sight.
The baby comes running down the hallway. "I see you found a hairbrush," she says, trying to snatch it away quickly.
Not taking the loss well, he stomps his little feet and knocks over the tub of toys in the hallway. Next, he goes into attack mode and bites his mom as she tries to run a brush through her now semi-damp, semi-styled hair.
"Oh, forget it," she mutters handing the brush back to him. "Happy?" His grin disarms her somewhat. Walking back toward the toys, she bends to scoop them back up.
Out of the corner of her eye, she sees her oldest charge down the hall, knocking baby and brush into the wall.
Breathing deeply, she reminds herself that children are a blessing. Scooping up the hysterical one, she takes him to the sad place in the hallway and lets him bang the heck out of the chime that hangs just out of reach, perfect for occasions such as this.
"Please be careful and watch for your brother," she warns the offender, who spies the brush that has been abandoned. Picking it up, he banged his way down the hallway. Seeing his brother take away his prize causes more fits.
"It's only 9:30 a.m." she says to herself. She release the baby and watches as he heads to the back room. She sinks down and finishes the toy task.
Hearing the washer, she rushes to change the load before she forgets. A pan skids across the kitchen floor as her precious baby has found a new way to pass the Saturday morning.
From her vantage point, she sees the dishes from breakfast covering the counter, the pans and most of her plasticware strewn about the kitchen floor, the pile of toys carelessly tossed next to the toybox in the front room and she doesn't even have to look to know all the toys in the backroom have been dumped out as well.
"It's only 9:35 a.m." she repeats as the phone rings. Grateful for the distraction, she hears her mom's voice.
It's only a quick call, but the new destruction to her house is quickly apparent.
Thinking back to a few days before when she had worked hard to clean her house, she really wanted to cry. Such a crappy cycle, and I'm stuck in the middle of it, she thought.
Losing all interest in cleaning, she sits down and tries to concentrate on her adorable boys. Now that the house is trashed and she is sitting down to play with them, the pair has decided to play quietly on their own.
The minutes tick by until she decides to make an early lunch. One way or another, she was taking a nap today. The laundry, kitchen, piles of toys, the upopened mail and unbalanced checking account would have to wait.
This momma needed some rest.
The baby comes running down the hallway. "I see you found a hairbrush," she says, trying to snatch it away quickly.
Not taking the loss well, he stomps his little feet and knocks over the tub of toys in the hallway. Next, he goes into attack mode and bites his mom as she tries to run a brush through her now semi-damp, semi-styled hair.
"Oh, forget it," she mutters handing the brush back to him. "Happy?" His grin disarms her somewhat. Walking back toward the toys, she bends to scoop them back up.
Out of the corner of her eye, she sees her oldest charge down the hall, knocking baby and brush into the wall.
Breathing deeply, she reminds herself that children are a blessing. Scooping up the hysterical one, she takes him to the sad place in the hallway and lets him bang the heck out of the chime that hangs just out of reach, perfect for occasions such as this.
"Please be careful and watch for your brother," she warns the offender, who spies the brush that has been abandoned. Picking it up, he banged his way down the hallway. Seeing his brother take away his prize causes more fits.
"It's only 9:30 a.m." she says to herself. She release the baby and watches as he heads to the back room. She sinks down and finishes the toy task.
Hearing the washer, she rushes to change the load before she forgets. A pan skids across the kitchen floor as her precious baby has found a new way to pass the Saturday morning.
From her vantage point, she sees the dishes from breakfast covering the counter, the pans and most of her plasticware strewn about the kitchen floor, the pile of toys carelessly tossed next to the toybox in the front room and she doesn't even have to look to know all the toys in the backroom have been dumped out as well.
"It's only 9:35 a.m." she repeats as the phone rings. Grateful for the distraction, she hears her mom's voice.
It's only a quick call, but the new destruction to her house is quickly apparent.
Thinking back to a few days before when she had worked hard to clean her house, she really wanted to cry. Such a crappy cycle, and I'm stuck in the middle of it, she thought.
Losing all interest in cleaning, she sits down and tries to concentrate on her adorable boys. Now that the house is trashed and she is sitting down to play with them, the pair has decided to play quietly on their own.
The minutes tick by until she decides to make an early lunch. One way or another, she was taking a nap today. The laundry, kitchen, piles of toys, the upopened mail and unbalanced checking account would have to wait.
This momma needed some rest.
My boys
Jared and his favorite toy
Jacob and his favorite girl, Addison
Jacob being a silly boy
Jared and the chocolate pudding
Jacob and his pudding
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