Movin' on Up...

I got yet another pile of papers at pickup the other day. Usually 5 or 6 of Chloe's artistic creations and then the daily report. But Tuesday was a different story.

I got progress reports for both girls going over all the skills they have mastered and what to work on. All good stuff.

Then I got papers that say "I'm Moving Up!". At first I was like wow.. in June ?? Not September ? I suppose.. whatever. So Both girls will transition (part of the day in the new class and part in their current class). Then The following week will be the permanent move.

I'm excited for a few reasons. Chloe is moving to the Pre-School class. I love this part. This is Miss Maggie's class. She is a wonderful teacher and my kids love her. She really gets through to the kids and prepares them well for Kindergarten. I'm very excited for Chloe in spite of the fact that it means she will be in Kindergarten in a year.. I won't go there. I can't go there.

Another reason.. Alexa's new teacher is great too. I get along with her really well and she truly likes my kids . I think Alexa will really thrive in her class.

The last reason I'm excited? My tuition rates drop. I could do a happy dance right now when I think of it. The rates will still be high thru the summer because Aedan will be there but I have a glimmer of the light at the end of the tunnel..

In a couple years, when all 3 kids are in grade school, we are taking a super awesome trip.. thanks to all the day care costs I'll be saving :)

Off to Neverland

I should have gone a year ago but if I get there soon the journey will be worth it. Then they could stay little forever. I'm getting sentimental and yearning for the baby days again. I was loading pictures on to my laptop the other night and just looking at all the wonderful pictures of my babies. When they were born in those 1st few days when it was just me and baby in the hospital. The infant days at home snuggled up in the boppy with me. The sleeping angel baby faces. My heart is gluttonous I guess because I want it all back.

At the ages of 6, 4 and 2 my babies only vaguely resemble babies these days. Which makes me sad and miss the pudgie little baby faces and bald (or close to it) heads. Little sausage fingers and chubby little toes..

I'd go find someone with a baby I can squish but it's not the same as your own babies. I feel as though I'm stealing precious Mommy time when I get my grubby mitts on other people's babies.

I don't want to complain because I'm enjoying their current ages also. I just felt an overwhelming need to procreate when I looked at my baby's face last night and realize she's not a baby anymore.

BABY -



NOT BABY -

Mother's Day

Finally a Mother's Day that didn't involve me locking myself in a bathroom and crying. Instead I cried tears of joy because my Family was so thoughtful.
















I haven't cooked dinner since Thursday night.. I have to say I'm spoiled.. so all I can say is a BIG FAT THANK YOU to my hubs and the kiddies for making my day wonderful. Love you.

Wow.. that's not surprising.

Seems if you bitch and moan and yell you can earn back sick time around here.. after 20 years I'm just learning this. Well maybe it's not a reality for everyone. Maybe the person that does this is the only person that has the balls enough to actually argue with a superior about sick time used. You were out for 2 days after calling in sick. You get 13 days like the rest of us so you should now have (at most) 11 days left. we all get 13 days to use in a year for vacation, sick and personal time. How the F is that Fair ? (Ok.. there's that word again.. Fair. nothing in life is fair) I have seniority and I went from 2 weeks vacation with additional sick time to 13 days .. how the F is that fair ?

The f-ing work force can kiss my white irish ass.

FML

OK.. I get it.. It's sarcasm.. I'm the QUEEN of sarcasm so it's not lost on me. But is it really that bad that you need to say that ?
School?? Wow.. most of us survived..
Some bad news that is simply disappointing and not life threatening ? Don't worry you'll get past it.

Maybe before you put "FML" on your FB status you should think of all the people that won't get past what is currently going on in their lives. The ones who would love to put FML but know it won't change a damn thing.

Suck it up.

Why do I Bother?

I seriously try to do something nice for someone and it just goes to shit before my eyes. Why can't something just fall together nicely and go off without a hitch? Because it's my life and I have Murphy blood running through these veins.

I can feel my blood boiling and I don't see it cooling down anytime soon. So the Happy 60th Birthday dinner that is planned for Saturday may involve bloodshed.

Life, and Death for that Matter, are not Fair

Fair. What exactly does that mean ? Witnessing something that I would label as fair has been extremely difficult. I see no fairness in the world, or at least in my world.

Fair is not living a healthy happy life and not being diagnosed with a brain tumor.
Fair is not going through 2 brain surgeries, loads of chemo, radiation and therapy and the tumor growing back anyway. Fair is not having to miss your children growing up happy and turning into wonderful well adjusted adults. Fair is not being taken from your family way too soon.

We pray and pray and think positively and do everything you're supposed to do and it doesn't make a godamn bit of difference. Shit Happens anyway and there is not a damn thing we can do to change it. That's life. Life is not Fair.

And yet in spite of it all I continue to pray. I pray for peace for those around me most affected. I do this because I'm human and if there is one tiny bit of a chance that my prayers can make a difference then I must do it.

M.I.A.

I sit here almost every day and think to myself "I haven't written the blog in a while" and then I sit and try and come up with something clever and witty to write.. and I get nothing. My mind has been running in 17 different directions lately and I have trouble settling on one thought at any given moment.

We have so much going on in our house and lives lately that I'm finding it hard to stop and take a breath let alone find some time to myself. I've hit that spot that I fall into every so often where I feel as if I'm getting nothing done and that I'm drowning. I will eventually get past it but boy it really sucks while I'm dealing with it.

I need to start making my lists. Lists of things to do. Then I can cross the stuff off the list as I get it done. A rudimentary way of working things but hey it works for me. I like my lists. I live for a nice neat list with check boxes.

So for now I'll just do what I can to keep my head above water and hope things slow down enough for me to catch up.