FRIDAY!

and homecoming...

There were some crazy things going on here at school during 7th period today. I was off...THANK GOODNESS! But with my door open. I should have been grading the volumes of lab papers that were done this week...instead I was finally responding to emails and reading blogs. oops!

Anywho, suddenly (scared the poo out of me, actually!) I hear classes screaming down the hall at each other - in unison - Central....(pause for other class to respond) - Bobcats!...(more pausing and repeat this over and over)...also were the chants of "Hey, Mrs. So-and-So, we're better than you!" And other such silliness that can only come with a zillion 6th and 7th graders cooped up in the same building on a homecoming Friday.

But, it is Friday! Yahoo! I hope to get some major "Fly-lady" action this weekend. (don't get all excited - that's a method of cleaning see www.flylady.net for more information). I'd love to find my bedroom floor and vacuum it. But, that's tomorrow.

Have a WONDERFUL weekend, all!

Baby fever, for sure!

Gorgeous! I cannot wait! I just love the smell, feel, squishy-ness of...newborns! I know my turn will be soon! Just keep me in your prayers. Thanks, Jenny, for sharing Grant with us today!

Home

Man, I am so glad to be home. Glad to have a home. Messy as it is, and unwilling as I am to get it clean. I am so glad to have a wonderful home. I need to get the name of that lady that has a way to clean your house a bit at a time each day...the one that Jenni was talking about that Amber does. I bet Jenny does it, too.

Where is this coming from? Who knows?!

I totally spaced out at church today. YIKES! Everyone else in my CLG felt the sermon was spoken to THEM. But, not me. A few parts, maybe...but mostly not. Does that mean I am NOT ready to be baptized? Does that make me less of a Christian? Does that mean that I have not truly accepted the Holy Spirit, and cannot hear His word?

Also, I couldn't bring myself to include myself/family in today's prayer requests. I wanted so badly to ask for something to do with understanding or guidance in our quest to reproduce. I want so much to have this month be THE month. We're like rabbits...Sorry if I offend. No, I'm not. I feel like I walk in His light. So, by doing that, doesn't that entitle me to bring in another precious gift from him to this world? Maybe I am asking for something I am not ready to ask for, yet? I don't think so. WE conceived Caleb without much problem...lots of planning and feet in the window. This time I thought we leave it more up to Him. No charting with temperatures, and cervical position, and all that jazz. Just plain old fashioned bunny rabbit style. Hit and no miss. I even told BP that we weren't REALLY trying this month. We are just "having fun
& enjoying each other." Which is partially true. I am trying (and he knows it...it was a silly thing to fool myself). So, here goes a prayer for me, after all.

Dear God, my heavenly savior,
I am praying on behalf of my husband and myself. I am praying that you will allow us to conceive a healthy, happy, vibrant child that would follow your light. I understand that the door you open for us will not be easily visible, but we want so much to find it, walk through it and experience the road that follows on the other side of this door. Perhaps we have already opened it, and are unaware. I pray for the guidance to better hear your words, especially the words I am deaf to hear, right now.
In your name I pray,
AMEN

O U C H!!!

Worked out yesterday...again.

OUCH! This time, my chest is sore, and so are my triceps.

But, at least I can walk!

Hopefully all of this very sweaty work will be evident, soon. And, hopefully I am not "Squeezing out" any potential kiddos. Gross image, I apologize. I am scared that doing ab-work will do just that. (couldn't be that I don't want to do it, could it?! Just kidding.)

So, when I am less sore, I'll do it again. I think.

Are you my best friend?

My son asked me this today.

My response was, "Yes! Always!"

Ten minutes later, "Momma, are you my best friend?"

"Yes, baby, Always!"

"Daddy, too?"

"Yes, baby, Always! Caleb, are you MY best friend?"

"Yes, mama! Aways! I love you much!"

"I love you more, too!"

Sweet times to be remembered. :)

Beautiful Baby!

And J! So gorgeous! Grant is totally adorable! I can't wait to be in your shoes! I am so happy we could be there to witness Mason meeting Grant! That was so special! You look amazing! I am so proud of you! Just wanted a post to say that.

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On a side note...I had a fun afternoon just before visiting J and Grant. I left school early (3:20ish) and hubby got off work at 3... I should just say (ah-hem) we saw an opportunity and (ah-hem) took advantage of the Caleb-less time to work on future Fosters (ah-hem).
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Baby time for J?

I am praying hard for you, J! Hoping that today is the day, for real!

My big mouth!

I hurt a friend. A real, true to the heart, friend.
I didn't mean to.

I was venting. Just venting.
I didn't know I hurt her; she did...and it festered with her all week. Until today.

I am sorry isn't enough. I can feel it.
I rarely cry over spilt milk, but there must be a gallon nearby on the floor for the tears I shed today.

I just can't stop apologizing.
I don't really know how to fix it, because you have to be okay.

Are you okay?
How do I make it all better?
If I write you a letter or a card that expressed my apology, would that do it?
If I left you alone for some more time, would that do it?
Maybe I just need to be okay with me.

I don't know. I am rarely in this situation.
If ever.

Poo!
Me, and my big, GRIPE-Y mouth!
This is what I get for being negative after KNOWING I should not.
This is what I get after writing a post about other people crying about stress.
BIG MEANY!
Shouldn't do that.
Lesson learned.

Time to pray. . . did that.
Did I pray for patience and understanding?
Guess I am seeing that tested, now.

Now what?

More tears?
Please, not more tears.

I HATE being weak, and crying like a teenager.
Thanks for reading.

Swept

So glad that's over with! Done and done!

Just wanted to do a quick blog to say YEE-HAW! Dr.B was my sweeper. She wrote, "This is the best activity I have seen in SAISD." Told me that, too. Found out later, bless her sweet heart, I am not the only person she fed that line. But, it did it's job. It built me up and made me feel like a great, effective, positive teacher.

Still glad it's over and done. (for a month!)

My bad!

Yeah, so, I am so tired!

I feel pulled in like - 87 kajillion directions. Yes, that many. I have bunches on my plate...but, it's actually okay right now.

Today we had a "leaders" meeting. Tee-hee. I are a leader. Whatever. That cracks me up. Anywho, our principal (whom I respect, and admire FAR too much...just kidding. He's so awesome!) was talking about some people going to his office and crying because they are overstressed. Um. Yeah...shouldn't that be in MY job description? Let's see. What jobs does Sara have to keep up with...just for school?

• Teacher (of tiny sixth graders),
• subject leader (which is hysterical because my 2 peoples lead me more than I do any leading),
• team leader (not going to touch this one...I'll revert to EVIL pants),
• tech guru (which is annoyingly busy - I can't walk down the hall without SOMEONE stopping me and asking, "I think I have a problem...". I can't keep up with who's problems I have fixed),
• website weirdo (meaning, I push the button to make it updated...and pester those who don't do poo on it),
• awards coordinator (thankfully, that's not much until April - so see me then to cry - BIG time),
• science competition master planner (which I suck at this year, since I don't have ANY pre-AP kids - YUCK!),
• and something else, I am sure.

So, cry! You big babies! I am just kidding, of course. I just am lucky. I have ADHD...QRST...and don't take any (oooooh, something shiny) meds for it, since I am trying VERY hard to expand my family. So, everything just rolls off. If I was medicated, I might need more meds...for the super-psycho organizing way I end up doing things.

Anywho. My bad for venting...some days, it just feels good. Like ice cream, and being sore after working out. But, I digress.

What?
Pillow, did you call me?
Okay, I'm saving now...
Really, I am.
G'night!