It is 3:01 am
It’s never good to hear one of your kids calling your name at 2:30 in the morning.
And it certainly is not good to hear them say “I am so sorry I peed on the carpet” as soon as they see your face.
And it is even worse when you hear “I don’t know where. I forget. But I’ll try and find it with my foot.”
But if you’re going to be stuck looking for a human pee stain on your upstairs rug in the middle of the night, thank goodness it’s for a little girl who tried to change herself and got tangled in her tank top and was so relieved that you weren’t angry with her for peeing on the carpet that in between every comment like:
“Did you find it yet?”
“Why is this soap white?”
“I might have to poop. Nope I don’t have to poop. I bet tomorrow I have to poop.”
“Tell me about behaving good and bad again like you did today.”
“Say ‘kids’ not boys and girls.”
“No, ‘kids’ not children.”
“Are your eyes closing?”
“If you were going to paint your nails right now would you use purple or blue polish?”
“Guess what kind of cake Aunt Jenn is going to have for her birthday.”
“I don’t know what kind of cake she’s having. I just wanted you to guess.”
“Are you sure I have to go to bed and that it’s not morning yet?”
she kept telling you how much she loved you.
8 years ago on a Saturday night I would be taking my new haircut and blowout out for a good dinner and drinks.
Now, it’s a quick spin for carryout and an evening with the littles watching the Kids’ Choice Awards.
Ahhh, the good life.
These two thing showing up on my dash together just had me wetting my pants.
Thank goodness for laughter today.
Today my husband is having surgery
Last night while getting the last of the things in order for this morning the conversation went from this:
“Do I have a health care proxy?”
“Yeah. We signed our medical directives when we did our wills.”
“Awesome.”
To this:
“Everything is going to be ok, right? There’s nothing to worry about is there?”
Of course I think it is going to be ok. And it will be. But that doesn’t take the normal fears about going under away.
So I just said exactly what gives me comfort when he’s around me. And told him what I tell my self in my head when I’m nervous about something:
“Everything is going to be fine. I’ll be right there.”
Daddy! Guess what? Last night I had a dream. I dreamed we all ate cereal. And mine was pickle cereal!
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The almost-4-year-old, proving she is related to my sister
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This is my morning. Courtesy of my mama.
This Friday is feeling good.
Our leprechaun has arrived.
Happy St. Patrick’s Day!
I’m just going to go ahead and assume that George Clooney has the hottest mug shot of all time.
Yesterday our golden hour was spent at the playground.
Those 60 minutes were good for my soul. They brought thoughts of gratitude and a reminder that my babies are no longer babies and my little kids are becoming big kids.
We scrambled into the car singing the praises of Spring and looking forward to our new season.
