Sleepy Head

In honor of Christmas - my son is now 2 but he did spend his first Christmas in the hospital. 

Hola...

I feel as though my life has been overtaken by this horrible beast, better known as Spanish class. I have to confess that I do love the language, but the class (as any class near the end of the semester) has overtaken my life. I am eating, breathing, and sleeping spanish words and phrases because I have so many tests and quizzes coming up that I hope I'll do well with. As I wrote that last sentence, I knew I shouldn't end it with a preposition (one of my most hated rules) but I couldn't help myself - that was the best way for me to put it! ;)

Anyway, within one week (starting with yesterday) I had/have a verbal quiz, a song quiz, a test over ch. 10 and 11 AND a week and a half later I have the Spanish final. Am I worried about this? Not so much but I feel a lot like many individuals who work out of the home - overworked and underpaid.

All that said, I now must go get some homework done for Spanish along with my 3 other classes - two of which have been put on the back burner because of other more important things that are happening in my life right now - that's the phrase that no professor likes to see. At least I'm not talking about my English class...and I have to include that sentence in case Professor Blumner reads this post ;)

Sorry this post was so random - guess it just matches my life right now!

Screaming and Crying...

 As I sit here in my recliner, the sound of baby cries fills my head. I can't ignore the sound, I can't concentrate on anything but the sound. Why is it that before you have children you notice a baby's cry because it annoys and irritates you, but then once you are a parent you notice the cry because you know something is wrong and you are the one who has to make everything better. I am a parent but I must honestly say that I do not always feel like I have to fix what is wrong - sometimes it seems as though my baby cries just to cry. Almost as though he knows I am trying to relax (finally) after having a long day, but he doesn't want to allow me the time to relax and enjoy myself.

I start thinking back to what life was like before marriage and kids - it was peaceful, I was full of life, and I didn't feel like I was tied down so to speak. I love my boys and love my husband so please don't take me wrong but I think it's nearly impossible for me on nights like this to not remember what it was like when I was in high school, or even my first couple years in college.

I feel like tonight is my night to ramble so please bear with me. Ten minutes later and baby is still crying. Some people reading this might think, "What is wrong with you? Just go get the baby!" It's so much fun to hold someone else's baby, but it's so tiring to take care of your own. Is that wrong of me to say that? I guess these are just words from a tired and weary mom. My life was sailing along smoothly but the past few weeks have been full of speed bumps and obstacles. Now as I try to enjoy the calm seas for only a moment, the storm still rages in the other room and I can't ignore it (him).

Broken families...

How would you feel if your young child broke one of your most priceless items? Would you get angry? Would you try to fix the situation, and offer a solution or replacement for the broken item? We all would handle the situation in different ways. Some of us would become angry at the child and wonder why he was so careless. Others would be more sympathetic and realize the child was sad because they upset you and their one desire was to please you.

The broken item for me is not actually an item, but rather a family. It is a family that has always been near and dear to my heart - with four kids in the picture, there is not just one broken thing but several. Broken hearts, broken home, broken trust...and the list goes on. Much like the child that is sad when he breaks your special item, when a marriage is broken children feel as though they were the ones who broke it. Those kids look into your eyes and try to figure out if you are going to scold them or try to fix what they destroyed.

I could rant and rave about how angry I am with specific people in this situation, or I could step up and love the children that are broken and hurting.

So, what does this have to do with being a busy mom? Along with leading a busy life there are always obstacles thrown in my way. Have you ever been driving down the street on a windy day and suddenly, seemingly from nowhere, you see a trash can hurtling towards your car. You swerve to miss the trash can but it hits the car anyway, leaving a noticeable dent on the side of the car door. That is how this situation has been for me - the trash can (the divorce) was thrown in my path and now a visual dent is shown all over my face.

Writer's note - I am not the one going through the divorce.

Sleepy Head

Sleepy Head...

Teething Ring

My toddler has always been mischievous, but the other day he definitely put the icing on the cake!

I was working on some business stuff, when my son walked in my bedroom. He had a strange look on his face, and I could tell there was something in his mouth. So, I quickly asked him what it was that he had. I was pretty sure it was something he didn't need or knew he wasn't supposed to have.

He held his hand up to his mouth and spit it out. It was a ring... but not just any ring...it was my "wrap it up" ring. This is a large ring that I sell from Premier Designs and has several pieces that all look like they're wrapped around each other - it's indeed just one ring though that looks like several different rings pieced together. So, I punished him because he knows he isn't supposed to play with (or chew on) my jewelry.

When he was younger, I made the mistake of letting him play with my jewelry because I thought it was so cute when he would put my bracelets or necklaces on and say, "preeey." It's still cute but he has to learn what he can touch and can't touch. He looked up at me with tears in his eyes after being punished and said, "mama...arm....arm." As he pointed to his arm, I thought maybe he had done something to hurt his arm...but as I pulled his sleeve back there was my watch! I then understood that he was trying to communicate with me that he knew he wasn't supposed to have it on and he was willing to take it off.

All this to say, my ring now has teeth marks in it which unfortunately isn't covered under the company's guarantee. But, I think he now understands that he needs to leave mama's stuff alone. Here's hopin' ;)