Well I just got the last of my stow-a-ways off to school. Never took the time to beef up the security on my belly, so it happened four times. Now I'm pretty used to them, and they're pretty cute, so I'll let them stay. Actually, I recently let one go-kinda. She actually let me go. It's sad ya know-having her around for nineteen years, and then poof she's gone. Gone to Philly that is. It's only been a few weeks and I'm still getting used to it all. At least she only moved an hour away.
It's funny that when they are little you just assume that they will always 'need' you, and then they grow up. I knew I should have put her in the infamous shoe box my mother always talked about. Maybe if my cooking was better she would have stayed. I love when she comes to visit (ouch, that hurts to say that). She is, by far, my favorite visitor. My three year old follows her around when she's here and looks at her all starry eyed-like she's Dora The Explorer or something. That's really cool. I have great kids-not perfect, but great none the less.
Ahhh, me time. I have three and a half hours and I will work on my book today, once I quit procrastinating, of course. I'll finish this blog and then get to work. Really, I will. There is just really never enough time. And believe it or not I told the Pre-school today that I would volunteer one day a week. They are short these days and I thought it was the noble thing to do. Like I have the time.
Ya know everyone thinks that having babies is what gives us ladies our stretch marks, but it's really from being pulled in all the different direction that we are. There is a reason men don't have stretch marks. Think about it. I can be in the middle of fifty thousand things and my husband will be unstressing (yada, yada) and the kids, all at once, will need only me. But that's okay, because now I realize that one day they won't (ouch again). So I will cater, bend over backward (ex-gymnast), kiss nasty boo-boo's, wipe butts (only to the three year old), and give my entire heart to them. I know over the years they will do unbelievable things to it, in fact I still have the footprints on it from my oldest, but I forgive her. If my other three turn out half as good as my oldest I will have done a terrific job. So in the end (and the beginning, and the middle) it's all worth it.
Have a great day, unless of course you live here in Maryland where we're expecting 6 inches of the (we're so done with that) white stuff. I'll quote my eight-year-olds words of wisdom today, "Well even though we didn't want any more snow, Mommy, we should just have fun with it since it's here anyway." Spoken like a true third grader.
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Hey, Wendy. It's Carolyn from Backspace. Welcome to the blogosphere. Let's see if this comment takes. Cheers!
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Glad to see you doing something for you that you have a passion for. Not that you don't like wiping butts, cleaning pudding off of the walls, telling your 3yr. old that the haircut she gave herself is beautiful, playing referee to your two middle ones who really have no need for you unless you are on the phone or not home (yeah right that why you get 50 phone calls whenever you leave the house. You have given them enough love and leash to find their own style and personality, and they are all turning out great, well maybe someone should tell the little one they cut that cord at birth and no you can't get back in. Your oldest not only did you watch her grow; but you grew with her as well. Having helped her pack and move to a new state was very hard; but she'll always be your baby. I believe it was you who said to her "I Hope You Dance". Well mommy dear she is not sitting this one out and it's all because you gave her what she needed to be able to do this and you as a mother should be very proud of yourself. I know I am.
Hey Wendy!
Some people like kids ... others like pets. Kids ... pets ... kids ... pets. Mine eats the exact same thing for breakfast and dinner every day and never complains ... :)
Keep it going!
Geesh Bonney, thanks-Ya know I love ya like a sister, especially since you are my sister. You almost made me cry with your comment-worth every trimble of the chin.
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