the ride
My poor neglected blog...
Of late, I have began wondering if I am experiencing early onset Alzheimer's. I believe it may be too much on my formerly empty plate.
T-Ball. I am one of two coaches and the other coach, she is awesome. She is excited and inspiring and fun. It continues to be touch and go, continuously, with the team, as in, if we even have one. One of our kids left on Thursday, taking our team number down to 6. Well, we need 7 to play, so we're kind of on tenterhooks and our first game is on Thursday, the 3rd. BzBiff, the game will be held in your town. 5:30 p.m. I figure you will be working. Other than all the worrying and stress over having to crush these little guys' hearts over having to dismantle the team, I am having a blast with them. They are so cute, playing.
The daycare. I am on the board that sponsors (? for lack of a better word) the daycare. So we are in charge of writing grants and dispensing funds to the provider and finding a new provider and making sure everything is in order for the new provider and finding $$ for carpet installation and so on and so forth... Some days, it feels like too much. But I prevail because the one other person that has been there, on the board, with me for so long, just the two of us, has a MUCH busier and much more chaotic life than I do and serves as inspiration for me to do my best. I love those people that motivate you to be a better person. She is one of them and kudos to her.
The boy. He is so mean and ornery and growing so fast. Sometimes, I am caught, unexpectedly, marvelling at how big his hands are or how well he reads. I hate that it all goes so fast and wish that I could just grab him up, crawl into bed and laugh the day away with him, but... there is no time for it. So I grab my moments with him when I can, watching "Happy Feet" on the couch with his slumbering head making a sweaty mark on my arm. Laying in bed with him on Saturday morning, laughing about everything and nothing. I swear, tomorrow he will be 18.
Illness. Between my channeling of dead rock stars and experiencing my first black out and the stomach flu, and the allergies and Tyler's first migraine, we tiptoe around with sanitizer strapped to our hips and the water heater constantly refilling the hot water because we go through one jug of soap a week, washing our hands. The illness - it is madness. I can't remember us ever being so sick, so consistently. And we are healthier! We are exercising (T-Ball) and eating healthier. I don't get it. I am starting to wonder if it is just us being run down. I know I am feeling it a bit. I'm sure he is, too.
Hell, he is outside until 7 - 7:30 at night, just playing, playing. Some days I worry that people are going to call child services on me, thinking I may have locked him out of the house. Not that I haven't been tempted, but really, I don't. He just prefers to be outside, playing. And I definitely do not want to nip that particular habit in the bud. I think kids SHOULD be outside playing as much as they can. I know that it is particularly beneficial to their parent's mental health.
Take a deep breath, Lori and recognize that right now, this moment, is everything you want. You have a healthy (some days), happy (at various and sporadic moments) child, a full life, a good job and a roof over your head. Sit back and enjoy the ride, even though nine-tenths of the time, you are driving and would rather be kicked back with your feet on the dashboard, enjoying the scenery. Just be thankful you haven't run out of gas.
Of late, I have began wondering if I am experiencing early onset Alzheimer's. I believe it may be too much on my formerly empty plate.
T-Ball. I am one of two coaches and the other coach, she is awesome. She is excited and inspiring and fun. It continues to be touch and go, continuously, with the team, as in, if we even have one. One of our kids left on Thursday, taking our team number down to 6. Well, we need 7 to play, so we're kind of on tenterhooks and our first game is on Thursday, the 3rd. BzBiff, the game will be held in your town. 5:30 p.m. I figure you will be working. Other than all the worrying and stress over having to crush these little guys' hearts over having to dismantle the team, I am having a blast with them. They are so cute, playing.
The daycare. I am on the board that sponsors (? for lack of a better word) the daycare. So we are in charge of writing grants and dispensing funds to the provider and finding a new provider and making sure everything is in order for the new provider and finding $$ for carpet installation and so on and so forth... Some days, it feels like too much. But I prevail because the one other person that has been there, on the board, with me for so long, just the two of us, has a MUCH busier and much more chaotic life than I do and serves as inspiration for me to do my best. I love those people that motivate you to be a better person. She is one of them and kudos to her.
The boy. He is so mean and ornery and growing so fast. Sometimes, I am caught, unexpectedly, marvelling at how big his hands are or how well he reads. I hate that it all goes so fast and wish that I could just grab him up, crawl into bed and laugh the day away with him, but... there is no time for it. So I grab my moments with him when I can, watching "Happy Feet" on the couch with his slumbering head making a sweaty mark on my arm. Laying in bed with him on Saturday morning, laughing about everything and nothing. I swear, tomorrow he will be 18.
Illness. Between my channeling of dead rock stars and experiencing my first black out and the stomach flu, and the allergies and Tyler's first migraine, we tiptoe around with sanitizer strapped to our hips and the water heater constantly refilling the hot water because we go through one jug of soap a week, washing our hands. The illness - it is madness. I can't remember us ever being so sick, so consistently. And we are healthier! We are exercising (T-Ball) and eating healthier. I don't get it. I am starting to wonder if it is just us being run down. I know I am feeling it a bit. I'm sure he is, too.
Hell, he is outside until 7 - 7:30 at night, just playing, playing. Some days I worry that people are going to call child services on me, thinking I may have locked him out of the house. Not that I haven't been tempted, but really, I don't. He just prefers to be outside, playing. And I definitely do not want to nip that particular habit in the bud. I think kids SHOULD be outside playing as much as they can. I know that it is particularly beneficial to their parent's mental health.
Take a deep breath, Lori and recognize that right now, this moment, is everything you want. You have a healthy (some days), happy (at various and sporadic moments) child, a full life, a good job and a roof over your head. Sit back and enjoy the ride, even though nine-tenths of the time, you are driving and would rather be kicked back with your feet on the dashboard, enjoying the scenery. Just be thankful you haven't run out of gas.
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