Remembering what’s important

February 28, 2006

I’ve been lost in thought.

So many things going on in the Blogosphere lately…

…a dear blogging friend riding out the twists and turns of an emotional rollercoaster.

…a mother temporarily separated from her young daughter while she fights to overcome a disease which threatens to make that separation permanent.

…a blogger who might soon lose a friend and neighbor, a single father to a 12-year-old son.

And just last night (or this morning, technically, since it was 2:30 AM) Deputy Dad was almost in tears when he arrived home from work. He had just worked a house fire in which a 9-month-old baby boy was severely burned. Before he even took off his duty belt, Deputy Dad went into Big Boy’s room, gently lifted him out of his crib, and held him while he slept.

Everywhere I look, I am reminded of how fragile and unpredictable life is, and how precious my babies are.

Each weekday afternoon, after I pick up the girls from school and Big Boy from the sitter, we rush home and begin our afternoon/evening routine: everyone gets a snack; we do homework; then the girls go outside to play (if the weather’s nice and nothing else is on the agenda) while I run around in a tizzy, cooking supper, chasing Big Boy, picking up stray jackets/socks/shoes/toys, refereeing the girls; then I call them in for showers and supper, feed the family, clean the kitchen, bathe Big Boy; then read his bedtime story and put him to bed; and read a short book (or just a chapter or two, if it’s a longer book) with the girls so they don’t get to bed late. I pretty much run from the moment we walk in the door until I get all the kids to bed.

But today…Today was just beautiful. It was almost 90°F this afternoon. Today I looked at the clear sky and the sunshine and remembered what’s really important to me.

And today……Well, today it was more important to dig in the dirt and play in the water hose with my kids than to make sure everything that needed doing got done early so everyone got to bed on time.

Tonight my daughters and I read all eight chapters of Junie B. Jones and the Mushy Gushy Valentime.

Tonight we read together and laughed uncontrollably and shushed each other’s giggling fits as we tried not to wake the sleeping toddler in the next room.

Tonight bedtime was something that came after we finished reading the book, rather than something that cut short our reading time.

Tonight the girls got to bed much later than usual.

Sometimes bedtime isn’t so very important.


fret · /fret/ · (1) To cause to be uneasy; vex. (2) To be worried, irritated, or agitated about something.

February 21, 2006

UPDATE 2-22-06: Thank you all for your encouraging comments. The Drama Queen said the test was – quote – “easy.” I don’t know if that’s good or bad. I guess we’ll just have to wait and see. The school should receive the test scores in a few weeks. In the meantime, there’s no use fretting about it anymore. It’s over with…for now, anyway. (They take the Math TAKS in April. *groan*)

Hundreds of thousands of Texas students, in grades 3 through 11, are taking the Reading portion of the TAKS test today.

The Drama Queen is a third-grader this year, so she’s taking the TAKS for the first time. This is her first really big, important test.

I wish I hadn’t cut my nails off last weekend. Nervously chewing on my lip is eversomuch more painful.

So happy, I’m crying

February 17, 2006

Such long-awaited, happy, happy news in Blogland.

Weather or not…

February 16, 2006

The forecasted high this afternoon in Small Town, Texas, is 80°F.

The high yesterday afternoon was 84°F.

Tomorrow’s forecast shows a HIGH of 35°F.

The weather here has more mood swings than a premenstrual teenager. The forecast may as well read, “Utterly unpredictable, with a 75% chance of sick children.”


On a lighter note, a coworker just forwarded me a joke that made me – literally – laugh out loud, so I thought I’d share it with you all. (No offense to you blonde bombshells out there.)

A blonde called her boyfriend and said, “Please come over here and help me. I have a killer jigsaw puzzle, and I can’t figure out how to get it started.”

Her boyfriend asked, “What is it supposed to be when it’s finished?” The blonde said, “According to the picture on the box, it’s a tiger.”

Her boyfriend decided to go over and help with the puzzle. She let him in and showed him where she had the puzzle spread out all over the table.

He studied the pieces for a moment, then looked at the box.

He turned to her and said, “First of all, no matter what we do, we’re not going to be able to assemble these pieces into anything resembling a tiger.”

He took her hand and said, “Second, I want you to relax. Let’s have a nice cup of hot chocolate and then…………”

He sighed.

“Then……let’s put all these frosted flakes back in the box.”


Happy Almost Friday, everyone!

For Valentine’s Day, I give you my heart…

February 14, 2006

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Note: I’ll most likely leave this photo up for a day or two, then take it down.

This is my favorite picture of my beautiful babies. I took it just days after I got my digital camera. Big Boy was only six months old.

Is it any wonder why I fall in love with these kids over and over again? I mean, just LOOK at them!

I have two class Valentine’s parties to attend/help out with this afternoon, then we’ll rush home, give the kids their Valentine’s gifts, bathe and feed them, and then…

THEN the in-laws are coming to the house to sit with the kids so Deputy Dad and I can go have a romantic dinner out together. (We’ll go out early, then the in-laws will go out after we get home. It’s a tag-team, Valentine’s Day rumble-a-thon! Or, um, something.)

Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone. Love and hugs to you and yours.