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Wednesdays are long days. Herding the kids to school, followed by work, then more herding of the kids, and then church makes for an eventful, yet tiring, schedule.
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This evening, as Addie and I were adorning our nails with some lovely Thanksgiving Jamberry wraps, we were chatting about this and that.
“Mommy,” she said, after listening to Andrew’s bath time commotion upstairs, “Andrew is a lot like Godzilla.”
“Oh?” I curiously responded. “How’s that?”
“Well, he destroys everything in sight, and he’s a total monster,” she quickly explained.
I gotta give her that one.
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All through the weekend, we heard about an impending snow storm, which we pretty much disregarded. It’s not unusual to hear about the possibility of severe weather around here, all through the year, but many times it just doesn’t happen. I do like to know what could be coming, so we can plan accordingly, but usually the storm misses us and then we move on.
Imagine my surprise to wake up this morning to find a bunch of snow on the ground, and to hear that the kids were out of school for a snow day. In November. Craziness.
Of course, the kids were elated to have a day off, and they almost immediately wanted to play in the snow. That’s when it began, the relentless chorus of “Mom, where’s my ______” that comes with each new season. Gloves, hats, snow pants, boots. They wanted it all, and couldn’t find any of it.
It quickly occurred to me that the four seasons have different meanings when you’re a kid. Winter is “Mom, where are my mittens?” Spring is “Mo-OM! I can’t find my jacket. I don’t need is anyway, it’s warm!” Summer, or “MOM! I can’t find my other croc!”, comes next, and is followed by Fall, or “Seriously, Mom, I don’t need a jacket. It’s still summer! Besides, I lost that jacket. Will you buy me a new hoodie?”
Seeing as we just entered “Mom, where are my mittens?”, or Winter, I wish all parents the patience to search the entire house, every day, for random gloves, scarves, and boots. May we all retire someplace warm, where we never have to worry about cold weather gear again.
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Tired & cranky. Same old, same old.
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A crazy week makes for a disaster-zone house. Messes everywhere, laundry piling up, projects scattered about on every surface. Add in an annoying sinus headache and you could imagine that today was not a fun day.
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When a five year old cautions you against eating too many Twizzlers, in order to avoid a tummy ache, you should probably listen. Kids tend to be in tune with how such things work. Andrew was right on the money with this one.
After discovering that Alex’s iPad may be toast, I almost instantly felt a stress headache coming on, which I eventually decided to treat with a round of stress eating. Watching me cram Twizzlers down my trap probably prompted the stomach ache warning.
I should have listened to him. Now, I still have a headache, and I feel gross for inhaling a handful of licorice. When will I learn?
I think it’s time for bed.
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Hmm. What do you know? Missed another one. I’m that tired (burned out, overwhelmed, whatever).
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This evening, I met with the kids’ teachers for the first round of parent/teacher conferences. I am happy to report that all three kids received glowing compliments from their teachers, and they are doing great with their school work.
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November 11th, 2004. This was the day that Alex had open heart surgery, at just 3 1/2 months old.
Scariest day of my life.
Thankfully, it went well, and the repair is “perfect”, according to his cardiologist. We will be forever grateful to the skilled surgeon who fixed Al’s heart.
Happy Heart Day, buddy. Ten years! How fast the time has gone…
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Alex and I have been doing homework for more than an hour; he just now threw in the towel, which suits me fine, because I am ready for bed.
As we were studying for an upcoming Social Studies test, he got a serious case of giggles. Every time the word “crops” came up (which, in reviewing for a test about Native Americans, happens frequently), he nearly fell off the couch giggling. Of course, that only made me giggle, which encouraged him even more.
I’m glad we have a couple more days to review for the test!