Earlier this week, (or maybe last week...I can't remember), I received an email from my mom about how easy life is for kids these days... Here is part of the email:When I was a kid, adults used to bore me to tears with their tedious diatribes about how hard things were. When they were growing up; what with walking twenty-five miles to school every morning....Uphill...Barefoot...BOTH ways...yadda, yadda, yadda. And I remember promising myself that when I grew up, there was no way in hell I was going to lay a bunch of crap like that on my kids about how hard I had it and how easy they've got it! But now that I'm over the ripe old age of forty, I can't help but look around and notice the youth of today. You've got it so easy! I mean, compared to my childhood, you live in a damn Utopia! And I hate to say it, but you kids today, you don't know how good you've got it! 1) I mean, when I was a kid we didn't have the Internet. If we wanted to know something, we had to go to the damn library and look it up ourselves, in the card catalog!!2) There was no email!! We had to actually write somebody a letter - with a pen! Then you had to walk all the way across the street and put it in the mailbox, and it would take like a week to get there! Stamps were 10 cents!3) Child Protective Services didn't care if our parents beat us. As a matter of fact, the parents of all my friends also had permission to kick our ass! Nowhere was safe! Anyway...I found the email to be chuckle-worthy. There were 13 points made, all of which are funny because of their truth.That being said, I just went upstairs to tell The Boy something. I went into the bonus room and he was sitting at the computer (which was not on) doing his homework...EXCEPT, he was doing it with a friend and listening to music. His friend is not here...she is at home. They are working together while on FaceTime on their iPhones. (I'm fairly certain he 'muted/paused' the conversation when I came in to speak with him). As I left the room, I could not help but chuckle. How far we've come with this technology stuff!!
So it seems it isn't enough to *think* my posts...I actually have to take the time to *write* them as well! Perhaps that is why there have been no posts since August!!To be honest, once school started this year, I became incredibly busy. It was unreal. The Boy was in football and The Girl was a cheerleader. There was A LOT of running around. Quick recap: The Boy's football team had an AMAZING season. They finished the regular season as the number 2 seed, won their playoff game, and played in the "Superbowl" against the only team to whom they'd lost all season. Sadly, they came up short and were not crowned champions by the league. They *were* champions to us, though. It was an incredible season.The Monday after football ended, basketball began. That has been a whole different story! The team is not as good at basketball as it was at football, but it's been a tremendous experience watching The Boy blossom into a basketball player. A few weeks ago, he had a career high 14 points in one game. It was a lot of fun to watch. It was also a bit sad because we all know this is the last season he will play basketball. He will not pursue it in high school; his focus is football and we all know it. In fact, he has even decided not to bother playing baseball at school this year. The Boy has played baseball every year since he was 4, so it will be strange for him not to play. He said he may play in town...just not at school. The football coaches are quite pleased with his decision!The Girl is, as we suspected she would be, an excellent cheerleader. All those years of gymnastics paid off and she's also a lot of fun to watch. Once basketball season ends (this weekend), we will look into putting her back into a tumbling class so she can practice, reinforce, and maybe even expand her skills. She is pretty excited about that.There is so much more happening in our lives right now, but I will take my time getting you all caught up. It is too much for one post!I really hope this is the start of my return to the blogosphere...I've missed you all and hope you have not forgotten me!
I do love summer - and not just because I don't have to go to work everyday! I love the warm weather. I love how it stays light for so long. I love long evenings outside with the neighbors just hanging out. I love the lack of responsibility of summer and the ability to get up and go away on a whim. I love the beach, even though we are not going to be able to make the trek this year. I love pools and swimming and that sort of thing as well. I love reading for enjoyment! That is a rare gift.I don't like the fact that, as I look at the calendar beside me, I see summer is half-way over. Summer here is shorter than it is elsewhere. Growing up (on the East Coast), summer was a good 11 weeks long. Here, it is not. Here, my summer break is 9 weeks long. I realize many jobs don't offer a "summer break" and I get that. It's definitely a perk of being a teacher. That being said, I want my other two weeks! I go back to work on August 1! That's ridiculous! (Although some schools not far from here go back in July, and they are not "year-round" schools!)Another gripe I have is that with this schedule, it is incredibly difficult to get together with the rest of my family during the "summer." They are all still out east; that gives us ONE month in which we can attempt to find a span of time everyone is free. NOT easy.OK - I'm finished complaining...for now. To those of you for whom summer has just begun, have fun and enjoy every minute! To those of you, like me, for whom summer is beginning to wind down, I hope you had a great break and try your best to enjoy every last bit of it!
It is finally here! Summer has, in my world, officially started. And, like all good things, it won't last long. All the same, I hope to make the most of it.Yesterday was the very first day that I did not have to be anywhere at any specific time. I relished in that fact...so much so that I did not even leave my house all day. I can't remember the last time I did that! I *thought* about going places...the grocery, a friend's house, a different store...but I kept coming back to the idea that I didn't have to go anywhere, so I didn't.Today we are back to our running. Basketball practice this morning. Perhaps hang out with friends this afternoon/evening. Basketball tournament over the next three days, appointments and luncheons this week, and the dreaded trip to the grocery store.Alas, summer will fly by and before I know it, I'll be headed back to school (August 1 for me!!!). In the meantime, I hope to do a lot of relaxing and READING!!
Last night, we had a house FULL!! Just as school ended, The Girl asked if she could go with a friend. I said yes, as long as she would be back at school by 7pm. That wasn't going to work out, so The Girl reluctantly came home from school on time. At 5:30, The Boy has basketball practice. The Girl called another friend and plans were made to spend the night together.After basketball, we went to another friend's baseball game. The Girl's friend met us there. So did two of The Boy's friends. By the end of the game, the plan was hatched for ALL of them, plus the boy whose game we were watching, to spend the night at our house!I have NO idea when the boys went to sleep; the girls went to sleep around 2! I went to sleep around midnight! Tonight, we are going to a friend's for dinner, but coming home to go to sleep at a reasonable time!! All this planning for the end of time gets exhausting, you know! ;)
Yes, I know you are experiencing them. I'm sorry.But it's not my fault!REALLY!It all started about a month ago. I noticed my iPhone was not keeping its charge. It went from keeping a good charge for a few days to not keeping a charge for ONE full day. Then, a few days later, I was on my pc and suddenly, it froze. No clue why. I restarted it, but it was all for naught. Despite repeated efforts, I could not bring it back. I was sliding into a technological black hole!Luckily, I'd gotten an iPad for Christmas/Chanukah, so I was not entirely out of the loop. I was still able to get online, but it just wasn't the same. (I have gotten more savvy on the iPad since then).After a week or so, I managed to get The Kids' computer back online. For some bizarre reason, it often has trouble accessing our wireless network (quite bizarre, since the xbox, which is about four feet from the pc has NO trouble recognizing the wireless; The Boy spends a significant amount of time on Live).So, I am back online somewhat regularly, but this computer is out of my way and I don't come in here all that often. My pc is at a friend's house and the word is it is going to live. As soon as it is totally healed, I'll be online more often. Perhaps I'll even blog more too!ps - still have not fixed my phone. It needs a full-blown restore (deeper than can be done from home) and I had to wait till I could update my itunes on this pc before I allowed such silliness!
It just seems as though there *should* be one, ya know?I'm not much of a resolutions gal. I no longer bother making them because I know I'm not going to keep them. So maybe I should make one this year...not to make any! :)I have to admit, 2010 flew by. It was a complete whirlwind of activity. A LOT has happened this year, most of which is good stuff. Everyone is happy & healthy. Life is good.I wish you all the very best for 2011!
I started my week at the ridiculous hour of 3am because that is what time the garbage truck comes to pick up my neighbor's garbage. Luckily, I fell back asleep, but it was not a restful sleep. My alarm went off at 5:15. I got dressed, got the kids up, ate breakfast, and went to work. After work, I rushed home to pick up my parents and The Kids. They got home about 20 minutes before we had to head back out. The Boy's basketball team had its first game last night. We had to be back at school at 4:30 (and the coach did not want any of the boys staying at school; he wanted them all to go home and eat before coming back). The boys left for the game and we followed behind, stopping for snacks along the way.The game was tough. The boys were down 22 - 3 at one point, but managed to rally back and won the game 45-34. It was incredible. We got home rather late (after 9pm) and I had to do laundry so The Boy could wear his sweats (uniform) to school today.I woke up this morning at 5:15 in utter disbelief the night had passed so quickly. I was sooooo tired! My morning routine was the same; however, this time, after school, I drove directly to the kids' school where I picked them up and took them for food. We came back and I had to get ready to work concessions during the girls' game. (We trade off - boys' parents work tickets/concessions during girls' games and vice versa.) After the mad rush of concessions, it was time for the boys' game. We settled in and the game began.Right away, we knew things did not look good. Our boys were making great plays and good shots; however, the ball kept avoiding the net. On one shot, the ball circled the rim at least twice before falling to the side! The referees were calling an incredibly one-sided game, which happens, but not usually at a HOME GAME! There were multiple technical fouls called as well as flagrant ignoring of calls for Time Out. It was ugly.BUT...and this is big...despite all the adversity, our boys lost by only by a handful of points (either 3 or 5), which only goes to show that had the game been called more evenly, the boys probably would have won. I'm proud of the boys, but the emotional drain of such a game is too much! And - the best part is that The Boy actually got to play some tonight. (He had never even played basketball before last season!)It's late and I'm headed to bed. Something tells me my alarm will be waking me far earlier than I would like!
You would think that with all this extra time on my hands, I'd be a better blogger, right? Wrong.Why is that? Why am I still a major slacker? All this time, I attributed my "laziness" to the fact that I was almost never at home where I could collect my thoughts and compose my posts. But now that I have more "at-home" time, I am still not writing as much. I'm thinking that, for now, it has a lot to do with the new-found freedom. Suddenly, I have time. Time I can waste! I have spent a significant amount of time on crackbook foraging on my frontier, mastering bejeweled, and writing witty status updates. Ok. Maybe not that last part. Whatever!Perhaps another issue is that my life is . . . get ready, folks . . . boring. I live a plain, basic life of going to work and shuttling the kids around. Not a whole lot of excitement there. Here's me: happily married, working mom, two kids, one dog. I *did* spend some time this morning rearranging things. I think I like the new layout, but I'm not 100% yet. I accidentally removed the music and I'm not sure I remember how to put it back! How's that for pathetic?! I like the new colors, but on my pc, the picture for my header is not centered and it bugs the pee out of me. (It hasn't been centered for a long time and I don't know how to fix it.)I'm open to suggestions...
A friend of mine recently posted on a bulletin board how sad she was about how women treat each other. Her descriptive words included the following:shittybackstabbinghurtfulclick-ydisrespectfulunhelpfulsneakyAnd you know what? She's right. In fact, there are several words she didn't use, but then again, she is far more classy than I. Had it been my post, I'd have used all those other unsavory words as well!Why is this? Why are women like this? What is wrong with us? And - more importantly, why are we allowing this and perpetuating it?Let's face it...we are not born mean. We learn it. We learn it from our mothers, sisters, peers, idols, etc. Being a MeanGirl is a learned behavior. When we are young, we love everyone. We are friends with everyone and we want everyone to be friends with us. But then we see the women around us excluding people. We hear them talking about how ThisWoman is not quite good enough and ThatWoman is not thin enough and TheOtherWoman doesn't wear the right clothes or act quite right. We see the women around us hug their DearFriends and chat about the latest and greatest only to hear them privately speak ill of each other when those same DearFriends are not around.Why is this OK with us? Why are we teaching our daughters to be mean? One of my other friends replied to this first friend by telling her "I'm finding the older I get, the more easily I can "scratch" crappy, dangerous or otherwise unhealthy people right off my mental "friend-list" and never look bad or feel bad about it!" Isn't that wonderful? How liberating that feels! Can you imagine having that power when you are in your 20s? Or - even better yet, imagine that power and confidence when you are in your teens!I am ready to do something. I am ready to stop the toxicity in my world. I know myself well enough to know I will most likely continue to speak ill of people from time to time; however, I will do everything in my power never to do so in front of The Girl. She is 12. She deserves better than that. I know she will experience MeanGirls in her life; she already has. But maybe I can teach her to let them go a little bit sooner than I learned to.
Why is it ok for you to be my friend (or, as the case may very well be, pretend to be my friend) for a number of years and then, when you no longer want/need anything from me, snub me? Who said that was OK? Who told you that was acceptable behavior? You're a grown-up. You should know better. I've met your parents. They did not raise you like this.I am disappointed. Hurt too, but mostly, disappointed. I expected more from you.
I graduated from high school 24 years ago. (Damn, that's a long time!) The best part about graduating from high school is that I'm not in high school anymore. I know...seems redundant to say, but it is true. OK - fine. I *do* work in a high school. I get it. It's not the same, so hush! This is MY story, not yours!This morning, I was reading a post from Hot Tub Lizzie and I was reminded of something I wanted to post.Facebook is NOT high school, and yet, for so many people, it is. Why? What's up with that? Why is there still this ridiculous need to put others down or "unfriend" people or, even more bizarrely, delete comments people make?Situation 1: A girl who went to my elementary school sent me a friend request. It is important to know that I did NOT seek her out in any way. She "friended" me. I remembered her fondly and accepted the request. It is also important to note I do not accept requests from EVERYONE...only those with whom I am interested in reconnecting or catching up. I accept requests from friends with whom I've lost touch. Anyway, as I said, I accepted a request from *Jane* and that was that. I remember writing something on her wall, and, if memory serves, she replied. I think her daughter is involved in gymnastics. So is The Girl. I think I commented on that. A mutual friend had said she heard *Jane's* husband had passed away a few years before. I did not know any of this. All the same, I sent *Jane* a note in her inbox asking how things were and giving the brief reader's digest of my life; I never heard back. A month or two later, I could not remember if I had, in fact, sent the message or if I'd just thought about it. I sent another, more brief note. Again, I heard nothing. I went to check on something and realized she had "unfriended" me. WTH?Situation 2:I am Facebook friends with a girl from high school. I don't remember who "friended" whom, but it's been a while. She had pix posted and I looked at them. She and her high school sweetheart (with whom I was actually more friends with in HS than I was with her) are married and have a beautiful family. There was one picture of them from HS and I commented on it. It was a really cute picture and it was exactly how I remembered them. The other day, a picture of hers was on my home page. I flipped through the album and realized it was the same album with the photo on which I'd commented...except my comment had been deleted. Again, WTH? It was a complimentary comment.These are only two of so many stupid little things that happen regularly at Facebook High School. It literally blows my mind that so many people have NOT left high school in their past and continue to try to live it. I use Facebook to keep in touch with people...not to brag or show off or prove my superiority. My friends already know I'm superior! :)At this point, I can honestly say that if it wasn't for all the addictive games and the few good friends with whom I've reconnected, I could easily leave Facebook forever!
I may have mentioned once before that where we live now is a place we have lived before. We lived here for about nine years before The Husband was transferred. We moved away but after two years, were still not happy at our new location. The Husband managed to get transferred back to his old place and, very happily, we moved back "home."They say you can never go home...you can never go back, and, to some extent, I get that. What it was while you were gone is always so much more than it was in reality. The memory fogs the reality..."absence makes the heart grow fonder."We've been back for almost a year and it has been one of the most difficult years of our lives. For the most part, the transition for The Girl has been absolutely seamless. Life for her has been good. She loves her new coaches and her new gym; she has really excelled there. School has been rather smooth for her. Many of her friends are still here and they welcomed her with open arms. She has straight As and is happy.The Husband transitioned into his job smoothly enough. Sure, there is drama...where is there NOT drama?! He's happy, though. He is doing what he wants to do...what he'd been working toward all along. As always, there are micro-management issues (see above-mentioned drama), but The Husband is really good at his job and everyone who knows him knows that.After the panic of not having a job, I ended up with one and am happy with it too. Like The Husband, there is some drama, but I'm OK with it. I'm a high school teacher. Drama is practically in the job description! I have great kids and work with some amazing people. My happiness, however, is only in my job. My life outside of work is not so good, which leads me to the other member of our family.The Boy has had a horrible transition. If you were one to pay attention, you might notice more posts have been dedicated to him than to The Girl. Not many more and I guess many of the posts I wrote were only in my mind...they never made it to the blog! Anyway, as I was saying, The Boy has had a difficult time this year. His biggest issue came when he got into a fight at school. That happened back in January. It was not pretty. The school called and I went in. We discussed everything and The Boy took full responsibility for all that happened. Despite the fact that the other boy egged him on, The Boy threw the first punch; he was wrong. He knows that and took responsibility. The problem then came from the fact that the school labeled him as one with "anger issues." This label got completely out of hand; everyone was saying it...including some of the younger students. The Boy was starting to believe it. Kids were pushing buttons trying to put The Boy over the edge...they wanted to enrage him. They wanted to see him get into trouble. There was a lot of name-calling, button pushing, bullying, etc. I went to the school; they said it would stop. For the most part, it did (after another month or so). There are still boys who enjoy being jerks, but no one seems to care enough to stop them. Whatever...Which brings us to now. It is important to mention, by the way, that aside from the one fight, we have NEVER been notified by the school that there have been any other issues. No one has called, emailed, or done anything to let us know things are not all fine and dandy. If it wasn't for the fact that The Boy is so darned honest about everything, we'd have no clue of all the other minor incidents that have occurred...times he's gotten into trouble for being on the receiving end of some garbage; times he's tried to stop fights; times he overstepped his bounds and tried to correct others. (We KNOW he is not entirely without fault. We live with him...we know what he is like.) I will say I did receive one phone call from a friend who told me about an incident after school one day where The Boy got into it with a friend. He and this friend are a volatile pair; they get along well, but they argue a lot too. This was an argue day...and everyone saw it. Again, no one actually called on behalf of the school.Yesterday, The Boy came home to tell us that Field Day had been taken from him. Did the school call us? No. Did the teacher contact us? No. The Boy told us that his friend was about to get into a fight with another child and The Boy stepped in to stop it. He was reprimanded. He lost Field Day. His friend tried to tell the principal that The Boy did nothing wrong and was trying to help, but the words fell on deaf ears. Remember...The Boy has a label. He has "anger issues." No one is listening. I should point out that when The Boy got into that big fight in January, another boy stepped in to stop it, and, in so doing, hit The Boy. We were informed no discipline action would be taken toward that boy because he was trying to help. I have no problem with that, but if that is the case, why is The Boy being punished for trying to help HIS friend?There is really no reason for my posting all this other than to get it out. They are right. You can never go back home. And yet, despite it all, The Boy has straight As (not one grade is below 100% and he is the only student in the sixth grade who is in the advanced seventh grade math class). The school did not bother to label him as a "smart kid" because they were too busy with the "anger issues" they made up.
Ever have a post you go over a zillion times in your head, but never write? This is one of those posts. Most of the time, when I mull over a post too many times, I end up not writing it. Whatever is going on, my mentally posting it is all I need and I'm over it.Not so much with this one. This one is about a friend. Well, former friend, I guess. The friendship began just over twelve years ago and it was a good one. We met through our husbands who worked together. We had our first babies at the same time. We moved a third of the way across the country together. We survived separate transfers and moves. We ended up in the same place as each other. All those year together and apart, all was well...until the day that suddenly, it wasn't anymore.It was not my decision to end this friendship. I will never know what my friend's though process was, nor will I ever understand how twelve years of friendship could be thrown away because of what I was told was a misunderstanding. I thought the friendship meant more, and to me, it always did. Sometimes, letting go is not so easy. Sometimes, it hurts. But I will move on and, hopefully, be the wiser for it.
I am on break...it is spring break for me. I should mention it is not spring break for The Kids. When I first realized this, I was none too happy. Then, the realization set in...my spring break is not the same as their spring break. I would have a week off when they were in school.Are you tracking me?!Woohoo!! A week off without the kids.Except...that's not how it is going! (But I bet you saw that coming as well!)My break started on Good Friday. The Kids were still on their break then too. Their break actually lasted through Monday. Tuesday morning was their first day back at school; however, The Boy did not go to school. He had to have surgery on his feet (another post for another day), so he was home Tuesday. Today is Wednesday. The Girl's allergies are so bad that she did not go to school until 11am today. She was home all morning.I have two days left of spring break. I am hoping to have at least one of those days completely off!
Our days are busy. VERY busy. Actually, if you want to get technical, our evenings are busy; our days are pretty normal. The Kids' activities take up a significant amount of time each and every day. The Girl goes to gymnastics three evenings/week for 3 hours each and will soon be going four days/week. The Boy has baseball nearly every night - either practice or a game. Practices are usually 2 1/2 hours long; games are usually 2 hours.Tonight, we had a nice surprise. The Girl does not have practice tonight and The Boy's game was cancelled. In addition, The Boy did not have practice. We had an evening at home!!! Will miracles never cease?!So, what did we do with ourselves? Well, we hardly knew what to do. The cleaning lady had come today, so the house is all tidy, we did all the laundry yesterday, and the lawn is not ready to be mowed yet. We relaxed! Actually, I did some work, but I enjoyed it. Then, we cooked and ate dinner before 8pm! That is an extreme rarity, especially since The Girl doesn't finish at the gym until 8pm...we are not home before 8:30, and being the crazy mom I am, I insist we wait until she is home to have dinner - because, despite our crazy and hectic schedule, we always sit down to dinner TOGETHER...every night, no matter how late it is.So here it is, 9:00pm, and both kids are in bed, the dishes are in the dishwasher, and The Husband and I are off to watch some TV and spend some time together.Enjoy your evening...our hectic lives resume tomorrow evening!
There was a Valentine's Dance at school the other night. I didn't think The Boy wanted to go, but he surprised me and said he did.The Boy no longer has a girlfriend...that has been over for a few months now. They are still really good friends, but no longer a couple. This has been fine with The Boy, but now, this young lady is going out with another boy. That part has been difficult. Going to the dance was to be the first time The Boy was going to be in a situation seeing her and and her new boyfriend in a dating sense. They all go to the same school, but it is not the same as seeing them out together.I had a feeling it would be tough night, and it was. The Boy didn't make it through the entire dance. He called for us to pick him up early. It was a rough night, but he got through it. I am not sure if it was tougher for us to see him upset or for him to be upset! Sadly, it is the first of many and, as we told him, not only will his heart be broken again, but he will be the heart breaker as well.*sigh* Sometimes, growing up stinks!
It's true. I'm a big-time slacker of late. I've even said as much in my few and far-between posts! What's up with that?! It's certainly not from a lack of blog-worthy material. My entire life is blog-worthy (which is pretty pathetic, I must say, but it's *my* life and someone has to live it)!And it's not just the blogging department in which I'm slacking. It's the holiday season. If you were to come in my house, you wouldn't know it was a festive time of year. I haven't got a single decoration out. Not one. Not a single sign of the holidays except for the Christmas cards hanging on the closet door. Well...and the menorahs that are still out on the dining room table because I'm too lazy to put them away! Normally, I decorate. This year, not so much.We celebrated Chanukah and, for the first time, I made sure the kids lit the candles on their own menorahs...sort of. They don't actually have their own menorahs. I have three so they each used one of mine. That was nice. We didn't do the eight days of gifts, either, but we haven't done that in years. Once upon a time, when the kids were younger, we gave them presents for eight days, but only because they had Chanukah gifts from eight different people. The Husband and I refuse to buy *that much stuff* for the kids. We decided long ago they'd get one Chanukah gift, and one Christmas gift from us. They also get a small gift from Santa, but we're not sure what to do about that one anymore since they no longer believe he is real.There will be some minor travel during this break; we will go to The Husband's mother's house for the day on Christmas Eve, but that is all. I'm looking forward to a relaxing two weeks of few obligations.I'll *try* to be better about posting, but I make no promises!
Well, it's been a pretty busy week in our home and I don't see signs of anything slowing, which is unfortunate, but what can ya do?!I started my new job last Monday, so I've been trying to get organized and settled with that. This week has been better so far, but there is much to learn. Friday afternoon, The Boy came home upset. His girlfriend told him she no longer wanted to be his girlfriend. That hurt him pretty badly. We talked a lot this weekend (he and I, her parents and us, him and her parents...every combination possible...) and all is well again. They are no longer a couple, but they are still friends, which is what we all wanted to see. We are good friends with her parents, so it'd have been really awkward if they could not get along!Saturday was busy as well; the kids' school held their annual fall festival and I worked a good part of the morning there. The Boy's football game for the afternoon had been cancelled, which was good, because that left more time to prep for the Halloween festivities. The Girl went trick-or-treating (dressed as a devil) and The Boy stayed home and handed out candy. After we finished trick-or-treating, we went to the neighbor's house for a party.Sunday morning, it was off to Sunday School, followed by a trip to the mall and a belated birthday luncheon for The Girl. My parents were in town for the weekend, so we had a late celebration. As I said, a whole lot of busy and no break in the near future. Keeps us on our toes, though!
So, today is my birthday. Lucky for me, I officially became old LAST year, so I don't have to worry about that anymore! Today, I'm 41. Funny thing about being 41. It doesn't feel any different from 40, which, to me, didn't feel much different from 30. I remember when I was younger thinking anyone over 40 was OLD. My day started relatively well. I've been away with my kids for the past two and a half days on a camping field-trip. It was all really great until breakfast this morning. The Girl found a snake in the bathroom...on the toilet seat. BLECH!!! Double BLECH! Icky, yucky blech! Then, because that wasn't enough excitement for one morning, The Boy started puking. A lot. Until he was done. Then, it was dry heaves. A lot of those. They sucked. Poor guy! Then, we found something to give him. He fell asleep for about an hour and a half. When he woke up, he was fine. He's been good all day. He still has to stay home tomorrow...the whole grade knows he was puking because they were all there!So...Happy Birthday to me. Let's hope next birthday is a bit less eventful!
