Party Time
Friday night, 9:42pm.
Friday night, 9:42pm.
I blogged over here today, with a little help from a special guest. 😉 Check it out!
With October being Down Syndrome Awareness Month, I’ve been reading a lot of great articles and blog posts. Last week, when I saw a Facebook post from The Mighty asking if anyone would answer a few questions for an upcoming post, I jumped on it.
I was excited to see some of my input worked into this piece on The Mighty’s site. There are some great quotes here, and hopefully they will be of assistance to those just learning of a Down syndrome diagnosis for their baby.
A busy weekend plus a case of pre-Mondat blahs makes for an exhausting Sunday night. You know what helps? Bravo tv.
“Hey, when you’re out, pick up a new board game that we can all play later!”
These were the words from my husband this afternoon, and I agreed; it sounded like fun. Before my daughter and I left Target today, we stopped by the toy department and selected The Game of Life. My sister and I used to play this all the time when we were kids. We loved it! I was excited to share the game with my kids.
As with most things, we should have waited a bit longer before trying this.
Nobody could keep track of their paydays, there were cards scattered everywhere, everyone was talking over everyone else. Ugh. Not fun at all.
There were a couple of funny parts, but the game became exhausting and grew old. Appropriate, I suppose: life is tiring, stressful, and if you’re lucky, kind of funny sometimes.
After the kids cleaned up the game, I slyly slid it under a cabinet with my foot. I hope they forget we own it, at least for a few days. I need time to recover.
Ugh. TGIF. That’s really all I have to say (fine, write) for now.
After we (finally!) made it through Alex’s homework assignment tonight, he told me that he was sad today because his friend Erick had to leave school early. Apparently, Erick got sick in art class. After explaining this to me, Al grabbed a nearby toy to use as a microphone and launched into a ballad worthy of long hair and leopard print jeans:
Errrrrrrrrrick!! I miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiss you!
But you threw uuuuuuuuuuuuuup!
I looooooove you!
(Repeat, at least 14 times.)
Erick, we hope you feel well soon!
It’s no secret that our schedules are nuts around here. The kids are fortunate in that they can participate in lots of activities, and Mark and I also have at least one “night out” where we can get a break. Our schedules are quite opposite these days, but he and I both need the break away from the chaos.
Right now, my break falls on Wednesday nights, when I attend a bible study class at my church. Not only is it a chance for my to expand my understanding of my religion, but it is also time for me to sit and catch my breath. I can listen to and participate in conversations with friends, without being asked for more chocolate milk, or breaking up a fight, or telling someone to get away from the dog. It’s lovely.
I leave with a feeling of peace, and although it’s a fleeting moment (as I’m all too soon back to filling cups of chocolate milk and yelling about the dog), it gets me through to Sundays, when I can once again sit quietly and enjoy the peace.