Archive for September, 2008

Gone, but not forgotten.

So, it’s, um… been a while since I’ve written.  A long while.  And to be honest with you, it’ll probably be another long while until I write again.

I’ve been very busy with work and work and WORK.  And what with the work, I’ve had very little time to do anything but see my kids, eat, and go to bed.  Sometimes I feel like I should be just doing the latter because it really would save everyone a whole lot of crankiness on my part.

But there is good news — well, for me at least — and that is my hours will be cut back at work.  Instead of working until 5:45 everyday, I’ll be working until 3:00.  And that is the best news I have heard in a long time.  I finally went to my boss and requested shorter days, and she surprisingly said yes.  Now I just have to wait until they hire someone to take the afternoon slot.  But that’s okay, I’m patient.  (Shut up, I am.)  (Also, I am a bit of a sissy who cannot take working full-time.)

So I’ll be back once my stress level has gone from astronomical back down to slightly elevated.

Until then, take care.


Clearly we have a long road ahead of us.

We cleaned out the children’s rooms this summer, giving away bags full of toys they didn’t want anymore and clothes they had grown out of.  The kids were very good about deciding what to get rid of.  I had feared they would want to keep everything, but instead it was I who had to rein them in at times.  All went well.  Until…

Until my daughter was at a neighbor’s house — the same neighbor who babysits her after school everyday.  Evidently, she was playing with a hobby horse* she gave to their little four year old girl, and decided she wanted to have it back again.  A horse she more than willingly took over to the neighbor’s house to give to the little girl.  (*It is a horse head on a stick.  I don’t know if it’s really called a hobby horse because, to me, hobby horse refers to a rocking horse.  But it is entirely possible that I am wrong.  It has happened, like, once before.)

Anyway, when my husband picked her up at the end of the day, she was in tears.  Blubbering about a hobby horse.  And the babysitter/neighbor handed my husband the horse and told him he could take it back, it wasn’t a big deal.  But meanwhile, her little girl was in the other room crying and blubbering about the horse being taken away from her.  So it was a big deal.

My husband handed the horse back to our neighbor and told her to keep it.  We gave it to them, and it was theirs now.  Then he took my daughter home and talked with her about what giving means, and how it was not cool at all to want to take the horse back, especially since she hadn’t played with it in a very long time. 

He lectured.  She cried.  I came home and lectured.  She cried.  At one point he told her to think about what kind of person she wanted to be.  He told her to think about whether or not she was the kind of person who would be so selfish that she would take a toy away from a four year old who was enjoying it, or if she was the kind of person who would like to share the fun she had with a toy with her little friend.  “What kind of girl do you want to be?” he asked.

Her reply:  “The kind of girl who has a hobby horse!”

Weekend Wrap-Up

This weekend has been busy, yet I really feel as if I haven’t actually done much.  Along with a sick son (who is feeling much better now,) I also had a house guest, an anniversary –9 years of marriage just flew by– a birthday –happy birthday B!–  and… a lot of other things. 

But instead of telling you about any of them, I’m going to just give you a few pictures of my kids at the pool.  Because pictures are worth a thousand words, right?  And I really am feeling much too lazy to actually type any more words.