The other day Rebecca went into Manhattan to see Swan Lake with her grandmother. For once she dressed the way I saw fit! (No jeans or sweats… hair pulled back in a barrette.) Isn’t she lovely when she is all tidied up? I took a couple of pictures before she left. She was so excited she was even seen hugging her brother. I just had to capture that on film for the whole world to see!
I am very rarely wrong. My friends can attest to that. But when I am it is usually for something big. In this case it is Very Big. I owe someone an apology. I owe my Two Year Old with (Grubby) Little Fingers an apology. I can’t now because he is sleeping on the couch next to me. Little tiny snores. It’s cute when a baby snores — as opposed to his father!! His little blond messy head is resting on my left thigh. My little trouble maker is not in trouble. Well, he is in trouble because he is always up to something. But he’ll get his Blue’s Clues and Dora back tonight. And I feel awful. I feel terrible. I feel guilty. I feel awfully terribly guilty of accusing him of misplacing, er, losing my glasses. It was not his fault (this time) at all. It was all complete mine. I found the glasses this morning in my car on the floor of the front passenger’s seat. I haven’t told him yet. I am scared to. I am scared to tell my 2 year old that I falsely accused him of a misdemeanor. My bad. I am bad. I am a bad mommy and I feel awful and terrible and guilty. I do it all the time. Lose my glasses that is. Chrissy calls them corrective lenses. Whatever you call them, I lose them. I am going to CVS today and getting myself one of those old lady chains. That’s how terrible I feel about wrongly accusing Alexander of losing my glasses. Still, it might be a good lesson for him to get him to stop touching my things. At this point I am thisclose to telling him to go ahead and touch all my things. So,
Alexander, I am so sorry. Mommy was wrong.
There it is written for you because I am almost never wrong and you may never see or hear me say it ever again.
But this time I am… I was…
and I am sorry!
I lost my glasses. Again. This time it’s for real. Okay, I know I lose them daily. Okay, several times a day. Oh, Okay hourly… but this time I really lost them. It sucks and I am miserable. I think Alexander took them. I am pretty sure that Alexander took them. I am almost certain that Alexander took them. I can say with confidence that I am 99% certain that Alexander took them. Darling Husband says I need an old lady chain. I need more than that. I need my glasses stapled to my head. I take them off constantly. You see, I do not need them for anything other than watching TV or driving or going to the movies (but that never happens anymore) and when I don’t need them I don’t wear them. I take them off and put them down. It doesn’t help that I have ADD. It doesn’t help that I have ADD and three kids always distracting me so that I lose focus. What was I talking about? Oh yeah, my damned glasses… so I took them off this morning and put them on my bedside table so that I could take a shower. After I was cleaned and dressed I went downstairs to get the kids their breakfasts. (I didn’t need my glasses to toss a few slices of French bread on to the grill for toast.) Alexander came running down the stairs with his (grubby) little paws all over my glasses. I thanked him for bringing them to me but told them he knew better than to take my glasses and touch my things. I put them on the table in the foyer. Thanks to my ADD, blindness and three kids going in three different directions I forgot to take my glasses with me when I went to school this morning. I did not know that I didn’t have them until we were in assembly and I realized that I could not see. At that point I searched my bag and was all mad at myself because I had forgotten my glasses. (Yes, Don, I know Don… had I had an old lady chain the glasses would have been around my neck.)
Many hours and many more distractions later we went home and my glasses were not where I left them. Gone. My glasses were gone. I looked high. I looked low. And every place in between. I looked in the obvious places and the not obvious places. So I asked Alexander where my glasses were and he told me they were in Christopher’s room. I went up and searched a few hundred thousand times and did not see them. I asked him if he had touched my glasses. He did not say no. He did not say yes. He said nothing with big sad eyes. He had guilt written across his forehead. In indelible ink. He lost his Blue’s Clue’s privileges on TV. (This is HUGE people.) He did not cry. He did not flinch. He did not tell me where my glasses were. He did tell me that he would be a good boy tomorrow. This is good but I will have to see it to believe it and without my glasses I am afraid I will not see much. The above picture is them. They are greatly discounted now. Of course, if I have to get new ones I will get something different. But we are not going there. We are going to find my glasses, right?
I was tagged by Michelle.
So here are the rules as to what I had to do and if you are one of my lucky 7 below then you need to also do the following:
1. Link your tagger and list these rules on your blog.
2. Share 7 facts about yourself on your blog, some random, some weird.
3. Tag 7 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blogs.
4. Let them know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog .
Here are my seven, some random and some wierd facts:
1. I hate emptying the dishwasher
2. I love to do laundry but hate to put it away (see a pattern here?)
3. I attended a French elementary school and a British boarding school
4. If I was stranded on a desert island I would need pizza, m&ms, water and wine!
5. One of my favorite books is Catcher in the Rye
6. My Favorite movie is Breakfast at Tiffany’s
7. I got married in my parents back yard and marched down the “aisle” to the theme from Chariots of Fire
I am now going to tag 7 lucky people!
It’s been a tough year for many. The economy is in the crapper and gas prices are soaring. As we prepare to bid farewell (!!!!) to our President we can only hope that the next one can fix this fine mess. May he (or even possibly she) get America back on her feet again. May our troops come home safe and sound. May we all be able to look ahead to our future with some hope that good times are ahead of us. We have no idea what the future will hold for us and our country but as Summertime welcomes us with her open arms let’s remember those Heroes who have paid a dear price for our freedom. Let’s have a celebration in their honor!
It’s time to clean off the lawn chairs and deck furniture, bring out the hammocks, open our pools up and look forward to some nice relaxation in the summer sun. It’s time to make lemonade and iced tea and sip it slowly beneath the warm sun, perhaps while reading the morning newspaper on a hammock in the cool shade of a tall Oak tree.
What does summer mean to you? To me it is about long lazy days and swimming in lakes, pools and oceans. Letting the kids play outside until late at night as the sun sets past their bedtimes. We remember those endless days that seem to blurr together. We remember them fondly. Running in the rain without rain gear. Splashing in the puddles. Chasing fireflies. Campfires and s’mores. These are what summer is all about. Summer is about living and laughing and being carefree. Summer is about creating memories that will last a lifetime. While I wonder what I will do with my children this summer — which sports activities to enroll them in, which camps to sign up for and how, in general to keep them entertained and off my back I have decided that this summer I will do as little as possible. There will be no structured activities.
We have our annual summer trips to Newport, Rhode Island and Maine. The kids will have their brief stints in ice skating camp and soccer camp. My children will not be watching television all day and they will not be bored. They will not have time to be. We will have friends over here and we will go to friends houses. We will go to the lake, the sprinkler park and the beach where we will spend lazy hours in the sun and run around and get wet and build sandcastles and try to lick the ice cream faster than it will melt. We will go to various farms and pick strawberries and raspberries and peaches. We will take the ferry across the Long Island Sound. We will go to baseball games and eat hot dogs and Cracker Jacks. We’ll lounge around in our pajamas if we want to. We’ll hunt for frogs and salamanders. This summer my children will be children. There will be no school work. This summer we will all have fun.
I wish you and your children the opportunity to run out in the rain in your underwear, to roll in the mud and get dirty and to shower under your garden hose. I wish you and your children a summer filled with laughter and memory-making as well!
Happy Memorial Day to all of you!
I hate doing laundry and when I don’t keep on top of it here is what happens… in addition to this mountain there was a load in the wash, a load in the dryer and two loads I had just washed and folded. All in all that was 12 loads of laundry. It’s taken about 3 days to get through and the final load needs to go into the dryer. Of course I have to put this all away. And of course the kids will come home from school all dirty and I will no longer be able to say the laundry is all done.
The washer is an antique and not at all water or fuel efficient. It’s on the top of the list to replace. After the dishwasher. See Kim, I am not SuperMom… SuperMom would have her laundry done, folded, ironed and put away every day. Personally, I don’t see what’s so wrong with having the kids grab their clothes right from the baskets. Why bother folding and putting back into their drawers when but in a few hours they’ll be back in those baskets. Something to think about eh?
This is one of the chores I loathe the most. The other is emptying the dishwasher!
I am currently reading and enjoying Firefly Lane by Kristin Hannah. It’s a wonderful story of two best friends coming of age. A perfect summer read.
The author best describes it as “a big, juicy, emotionally complex novel about two women who are friends for thirty years. It’s the kind of book I love to read, with larger than life characters making difficult, wrenching decisions. These two women, who meet as girls in the glittering, disco seventies in a small town, make a pact one terrible night: best friends forever. It is a vow that holds true, creating a friendship that becomes the bulkhead of their lives, solid and durable…until one fateful day when a shocking betrayal rips them apart. It’s a story that reaffirms the importance of friendship in our lives and reminds us all to slow down a little, to appreciate the people who have made us who we are, and to stay close to the people we love.”
For more more information check out her website. I have a feeling that I will be picking up more of her books! I’ll be finished with this one in no time and am seeking recommendations!
See that little Petunia coming up in the back? She’s smaller than the rest now, but still your eye is drawn to her. She’s different and she is lovely. And because she is unique she is almost lovelier than the other flowers. It’s hard to explain this to a Nine Year Old who wants so much to stand out in the crowd and yet wants to be just like her friends. But we’re trying.