Archives for October 2005

Would someone please tell me who traded my ten year old son for a van full of junior high girls with PMS? They are running around this house with all the drama, outrage and big hair only their kind can produce. I want the boy back – NOW.

On the other hand I kind of like the little monkey someone replaced my toddler with. She is standing on the chair behind me, her arms wrapped around my neck singing, “I see you Sweetheart.” Oh wait, she is actually a kitty cat named, Joyce. You have to keep shifting with this one, but I will take her any way I can get her. And that goes for the boy too, not to mention his other sister and of course, their dad.

Sometimes I have these moments in the mayhem where I see them all and my heart just fills with love and thankfulness that I get to be with them.

This is one now.

would you let me know as I seem to have misplaced it…looks like I’m missing most of October too… Oh Bother.

I had a really good brief trilogy but it would be filed under “Almost too much information” and I would rather not open that file every day.

Hmmm….

1. I am second in a family of four: boy, girl, boy, girl.

2.I always thought I would have at least 4 kids.

3. I have three kids: a boy, a girl and after a five year hiatus, another girl.

Brevity, Baby – I can do it!

The boy is back on sound. I am happy to say the processor rides again or something. C. Riley can hear.

Speaking of hearing, today at the library, Beanie was talking about something small and then she paused to clarify, “It was wadder small.” “Wadder” the rest of us call it rather. I must qualify and clarify everything. She already says, “Axcelly” because apparently, I begin every other sentence with actually.

I’m just waiting for apparently.

Yesterday I cleaned, did laundry, taught school, helped extricate a poo lodged in a Bean’s bum, rescued a processor from the toilet, saved a Bean from choking on three quarters and then assisted her while she worked out another job on the potty.

As I wiped the saliva off the quarters I thought, “This is my life. This is my job.”

It is a humbling gig, and yet I am proud.