End of Spring Break '09

We're Dallas bound, today!
AFTER:

• finishing laundry
• packing
• gathering tax info
• doing paperwork for Dad
• picking up Caleb, after nap time, at Little School

So, what's on the agenda in Dallas?

• Adult B'day party at Dave & Busters
• Swimming at an indoor heated pool
• Getting our taxes done by our friend - the birthday boy
• King Tut exhibit (jealous?!) at the Dallas Museum of Art
• Eating Mongolian BBQ at my FAVORITE restaurant - Tan's in Grand Prairie
• Book shopping at Border's with my teacher discount (again, it happens to fall on the weekend we're in Dallas - a Teacher Discount Weekend!!!)
• Reading, relaxing, enjoying my boys for the last few days of Spring Break '09

So, see you on Monday. BOO, back to school.

Ever so slightly perturbed

I have this friend. If she introduces me to anyone, it's always, "This is Sara. She's my bestest friend in the whole world."

So, I would consider us very good friends. You think?

Well... she is getting RE-re-re-married to her guy... they've split up several times (see divorced and re-married 3 times to the same guy) and now he's sober and a real human, and ... anywho. He proposed (*AGAIN*) last weekend (in the 76904 section of the garage sale ads), and she said yes.

This morning, I was talking to her about how we needed to catch up on the goings on in her household and mentioned that I would have more time to talk after work. She said she wouldn't be available because she is going to get their marriage license today... so they can get RE-re-re-married next Thursday... and honeymoon next weekend.

Um... WHAT?!

So, I am good enough to be called your bestest friend, but not good enough to be told, without coercing, that you are already getting RE-re-re-married? Let alone, be invited or asked to play an important role?

I know, I know... it's a personal problem, here. But, still. I think I deserve to feel sad and ever so slightly perturbed (yet, happy that things are going well).

right?

I really struggled with this post. I struggled with whether to even write it. I struggled with the title. So, here goes.

Awake.

Haunted.

Angels.

All of these describe my nights, as of late. I cannot get Tuesday or her family out of my mind. Why has this story stuck in me so deeply? I dream of her. I dream of her siblings and her mother. I picture talking to others about her. I wake from dreams of her and lay in bed for half an hour trying to get her out of my mind. I've almost stopped crying about her. This is only because of the abundance of posts I've researched about her. I almost wish I'd never read about her. But, there has to be a reason that she's at the front of my waking and unconscious mind. WHAT IS IT? WHY? Her mom wrote a beautiful post about a good sign after her life celebration. I finally smiled about it. The slide show done in September by their photographer makes me happy for those moments shared and treasured for their family. The outpouring of love shown by her mom's blogger-world/twin-mommy friends is unbelievable. She is at rest. She is no longer in pain. She is watching over her twin sister and family. She is with our Blessed Jesus. and yet... still I dream.

Sniffle, sniffle

but not 'cause I'm crying. Evidently my system needed that good cry to let loose with a tiny head cold. Oh, fun! So, my boys are healthy... and not the mama.

I took in both kids to see Dr. P on Tuesday. Caleb, 'cause he had a red, irritated eye that I just knew was from the soap in his eye... but wanted to check anyway. and Owen, cause I just knew that he had at least one ear infection.

Um, it's a good thing I'm not a doctor. Caleb had pinkeye (which is all cleared up), and Owen had nothing. He was absolutely perfect. Perfect lungs, nose, ears, everything. So, no explanation for his needing/wanting/demanding to be held all of the time.

So, I will rest - er... probably not so much - this weekend... and enjoy my babies. Hope you have a great weekend...

OH! and I don't have everyone's emails/mailing address... so, even if you didn't get an official invitation, please know that you are definitely invited to Caleb's soiree next Saturday... at the park. So. Yah. That about covers it.

I need to blog about my student teacher... but ... it's probably not the appropriate forum for that, just yet. Maybe I can talk in code about it. :0) More later, I think.

Crying

I've done it again. Have you done it?

I was reading someone's blog, it lead me to another someone's blog and then I ended up reading the blog that made me realize the love I have for my precious children so much more. To appreciate them as gifts from God even more than I already do. My heart just aches after reading the blog in question, and I have teared up often today. So, if you want to join in the tears... and maybe give of yourself, then read on. But, I warned you. Prepare a box of tissues and hold your children close.

I love my babies more than I ever thought was humanly possible... and couldn't bear...

Busy

Not gone.
Not forgotten.
Just, crazy busy!

I'm still here. I have a ton on my plate right now. This includes:

• New student teacher, nervous about losing any of my "control"
• Glenn science competition is on Wednesday, if you know me... you know I am WAY stressed about that
• Brant is starting back at school, so I'll see him in June
• My friend did have her baby, tiny (5 pounds, 1 ounce) and just released on Saturday. I spent the day at their house on Saturday, helping them get reacquainted with the house (I shopped, did dishes, made a meal or two, helped get the new mommy adjusted with breast feeding/pumping/etc, ran baths, walked dogs, changed diapers, etc.)
• Playing with my boys, fun as both are quite mobile and in need of much attention
• House junk, cleaning, laundry, food prep

So, I am behind on my fun stuff... as in I hadn't even read ANYONE's blogs since last Monday (when I had a day off!!!), and I have taken even ONE picture of my beautiful babies in that amount of time either. I hope to get back into a routine soon. 'Cause I need to add another bullet to that list up there - finding my waist. I need to slim down and exercise is going to be the only option. *sigh* Oh well. Read about ya'll on the next go 'round. Ta-ta!

Uggh! Back to school

I. Don't. Wanna.

This means I should stand in the corner, according to our newly imposed rule for Caleb. If those three words are uttered about ANYTHING, to the corner he must go. So, I will gladly join him there... if I don't have to go back to school.

I have LOVED my time off. I mean, really LOVED my time off. I wonder what job is out there that I could make as much money as I do now... and not have to work 5 days a week? Don't need benefits, Brant has great insurance... yah. I can't think of one that is legal, either.

So, Here I am. Typing a blog instead of getting myself and my two boys ready for school. There are showers to be had, breathing treatments to give, makeup to slather on, diapers to change, daycare awaits us (but not until 7 am...), instructions to be given, and students eager (HA!) to learn. So, I must bid thee adieu. Until next we meet again!

Felt those prayers!!!

Um. THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!

I felt like God had me in his back pocket this weekend! Owen is doing SO much better! as in, Dr. P came in Sunday morning at 8ish and said lots of doctor talk. This is what I pulled out for you: "blah, blah, blah, lots of meds, ... no daycare on Monday, ... go home this morning, ... borrow a nebulizer until Friday, ... blah, blah, blah"

so, we've been home since about 10ish! Owen is playing and laughing, cooing and crawling. He's tolerating the breathing treatments, and has loads of smiles for everyone (especially for Caleb). I'm playing hooky tomorrow (Monday) to keep my baby with the ouchy hiney at home - per doctor's orders.

Now... praying for these guys, and this little fella, too!

Stole this little prayer that I love from the Internet.
Lord Jesus Christ, Good Shepherd of the sheep, you gather the lambs in your arms and carry them in your bosom: We commend to your loving care these children. Relieve their pain, guard them from all danger, restore to them your gifts of gladness and strength, and raise these children up to a life of service to you. Hear us, we pray, for you dear Jacob's, Casen's & Grayson's sake. Amen.