To wreck the day!!!
Not really. But you know how you have a routine, especially when it comes to your nighttime getting-ready-for-bed routine. And every single night, I get started in the routine, and then always at the same time in my routine, he steps in the way, and starts HIS routine! What the heck? And no matter how much time I start my routine before he starts his, he is STILL in the bed and under the covers every single night before I am! How does this happen? Argh...
Maybe I should start getting ready for bed before dinner, and then I could have the bathroom all to myself!
Thursday, March 23, 2006
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
What's the protocol?
We have family pictures tonight for the church photo directory. The last time we took pictures for this was about two years ago, because I was pretty pregnant at that point. Now, we have a third person in our picture, and I have to plan a wardrobe for three people.
Two years ago, I wore a nice blue maternity blouse and had my husband wear a blue plaid shirt. I should not have picked the plaid. It was too busy for the picture.
Every year, we do a Christmas family picture, but not in Christmas clothes. One year we wore white shirts with jeans, and then this year we wore blue shirts again.
Blue seems to be the only thing that we all look good in, and that we all have. I wish my husband would wear a red or a maroon or something like that, but then I don't think I have a shirt that color for my child. ARGH! I don't like this kind of planning.
Would it be bad if we all wore blue again?
I can't keep thinking about all of this because I have to find enough make-up to cover the scab that's still on my nose... I hate pictures. I like taking them of my child, just not me, too.
Any suggestions?
Two years ago, I wore a nice blue maternity blouse and had my husband wear a blue plaid shirt. I should not have picked the plaid. It was too busy for the picture.
Every year, we do a Christmas family picture, but not in Christmas clothes. One year we wore white shirts with jeans, and then this year we wore blue shirts again.
Blue seems to be the only thing that we all look good in, and that we all have. I wish my husband would wear a red or a maroon or something like that, but then I don't think I have a shirt that color for my child. ARGH! I don't like this kind of planning.
Would it be bad if we all wore blue again?
I can't keep thinking about all of this because I have to find enough make-up to cover the scab that's still on my nose... I hate pictures. I like taking them of my child, just not me, too.
Any suggestions?
Sunday, March 19, 2006
Murderous Intentions
They must have had a fight.
They probably argued about something stupid that she'll regret later.
But, she kicked him out, and made him leave the safety of their comfortable home. She shouldn't have done that. But she didn't know that I saw him, sitting just outside the entrance, waiting until she calmed down enough to let him back inside. And I have no sympathy. You get kicked out, you show your face, you become fair game.
So, I picked up a magazine and swatted that spider. And then wiped him off the wall to make sure that he was really dead. Then I went for her, because she stuck her head out to apologize and let him back in.
Too little, too late.
But, she was faster than I was, so I'll just have to get her later.
I hate spiders.
They probably argued about something stupid that she'll regret later.
But, she kicked him out, and made him leave the safety of their comfortable home. She shouldn't have done that. But she didn't know that I saw him, sitting just outside the entrance, waiting until she calmed down enough to let him back inside. And I have no sympathy. You get kicked out, you show your face, you become fair game.
So, I picked up a magazine and swatted that spider. And then wiped him off the wall to make sure that he was really dead. Then I went for her, because she stuck her head out to apologize and let him back in.
Too little, too late.
But, she was faster than I was, so I'll just have to get her later.
I hate spiders.
Thursday, March 16, 2006
The Good, The Bad, & The Ugly
The Good: I got an e-mail yesterday congratulating me on passing the written part of my comps test, and I even passed it well enough to be cleared to take the MMT test. YEAH!!!
The Bad: Yesterday in class, a student thought he was mad enough at me to throw square puzzle pieces at me, until one finally connected at the bridge of my nose, breaking skin, causing it to bleed and leave a big mark, so that every kid in school wants to know what happened and who did it. Unlucky for them, I don't bleed and tell, so they'll just have to wait for the rumor mill to come around their way.
The Ugly: My husband wanted me to press charges, but I won't, so instead I just wrote him up and he's being suspended for three days. Just moments ago, he came in to my room to apologize again and talk to me, and I know he's sorry, and that it won't happen again. But, if it does, he's not only out of my room, but out of school. That should be enough to keep him in line for the rest of the year. But, my tears are all gone, I have no more, and Lord have mercy on the pour soul who smarts off to me today. Hell hath no fury like a wounded teacher.
The Bad: Yesterday in class, a student thought he was mad enough at me to throw square puzzle pieces at me, until one finally connected at the bridge of my nose, breaking skin, causing it to bleed and leave a big mark, so that every kid in school wants to know what happened and who did it. Unlucky for them, I don't bleed and tell, so they'll just have to wait for the rumor mill to come around their way.
The Ugly: My husband wanted me to press charges, but I won't, so instead I just wrote him up and he's being suspended for three days. Just moments ago, he came in to my room to apologize again and talk to me, and I know he's sorry, and that it won't happen again. But, if it does, he's not only out of my room, but out of school. That should be enough to keep him in line for the rest of the year. But, my tears are all gone, I have no more, and Lord have mercy on the pour soul who smarts off to me today. Hell hath no fury like a wounded teacher.
Saturday, March 11, 2006
A Loss of Innocence
I was going to write about the innocence of my child’s first encounter with a lizard today, but instead I have something else to tell you about.
I officially “lost” my child today. We went to Layne’s birthday party today, and my child was actually a non-violent participant in the event. I was afraid that he wouldn’t be, considering he fell asleep four minutes into our ten-minute drive, but he pulled through and was not horrible. That does not mean I am saying that my child showed everyone what an angel he can be, but he also didn’t show his worst side.
But, I almost did.
I was sitting on the floor watching Layne open gifts, and watching my child wander around the edge of all the activity, finding other toys to play with since he couldn’t go outside again. I looked at the cute shirts that Reid and Layne got, each one blaming someone else for whatever was done. I looked back to my child, and then noticed that I didn’t see my child. Knowing that he was only moments ago four feet away from me at the opening of a hallway, I figured he went down the hallway to the bedrooms. So, I searched, each room, and in between each room, looking down the hallway. After I still didn’t find him, and he still wasn’t in the mix of kids opening gifts, then I got scared. Maybe he found something in the laundry room, but I didn’t hear him, so it must have been something “good.” It was good all right, because he found an open door that led him to the outside. The outside that is the front yard, not the safety of the fenced-in backyard. I have never had fear like the fear of an open door and a missing child with a highway on the other side of the trees. I turned the corner and found him, trying to climb into a little car outside. Tears of relief immediately filled my eyes, as I grabbed my child to me, telling him that he had scared me. Did he care? Heck no! He was more upset that I had picked him up and taken him away from the car! I brought him back inside and made sure that the door was shut, then let him go back to finding toys inside while I used the safety of the laundry room to learn how to breathe again and wipe away my tears.
The hardest part was telling my husband how the party went, because as I was telling him, I got all teary-eyed again, and all he could do was laugh and say, “You lost our son!”
Meanie.
I officially “lost” my child today. We went to Layne’s birthday party today, and my child was actually a non-violent participant in the event. I was afraid that he wouldn’t be, considering he fell asleep four minutes into our ten-minute drive, but he pulled through and was not horrible. That does not mean I am saying that my child showed everyone what an angel he can be, but he also didn’t show his worst side.
But, I almost did.
I was sitting on the floor watching Layne open gifts, and watching my child wander around the edge of all the activity, finding other toys to play with since he couldn’t go outside again. I looked at the cute shirts that Reid and Layne got, each one blaming someone else for whatever was done. I looked back to my child, and then noticed that I didn’t see my child. Knowing that he was only moments ago four feet away from me at the opening of a hallway, I figured he went down the hallway to the bedrooms. So, I searched, each room, and in between each room, looking down the hallway. After I still didn’t find him, and he still wasn’t in the mix of kids opening gifts, then I got scared. Maybe he found something in the laundry room, but I didn’t hear him, so it must have been something “good.” It was good all right, because he found an open door that led him to the outside. The outside that is the front yard, not the safety of the fenced-in backyard. I have never had fear like the fear of an open door and a missing child with a highway on the other side of the trees. I turned the corner and found him, trying to climb into a little car outside. Tears of relief immediately filled my eyes, as I grabbed my child to me, telling him that he had scared me. Did he care? Heck no! He was more upset that I had picked him up and taken him away from the car! I brought him back inside and made sure that the door was shut, then let him go back to finding toys inside while I used the safety of the laundry room to learn how to breathe again and wipe away my tears.
The hardest part was telling my husband how the party went, because as I was telling him, I got all teary-eyed again, and all he could do was laugh and say, “You lost our son!”
Meanie.
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