Grace in Small Things 24/365

OK, so I took a sabatical…not starting over, just picking up where I left off…

1. getting birthday kisses and hugs all day from my kids
2. the gifts I rcvd from my kids (that they picked out all by themselves)
3. funny birthday cards
4. my daddy making a special trip out today to buy me flowers
5. my mom making me apple pie since she knows my feelings about cake

All in all a fab day!

Happy Birthday to ME!

Yet another birthday has come and gone. Last night I went out for drinks with some fabulous friends. Tonight I went to dinner with my wonderful kids and EX. And all day long I rcvd super birthday wishes from lots of friends (and even a few not friends, lol). Right now, I’m almost too stuffed from dinner and pie to even write this. As I go lay in bed feeling as big as a house, I’m sure some profound post on getting older will form in my head. And so I leave you with a promise of a real birthday post tomorrow.

Who Are You?

Ever wonder if you really know who someone is?  Not just who they are, but who they really are.  This has been on my mind recently for a number of reasons.  A friend recently thought that she had been dating a wonderful man.  (I actually cringed when I wrote that.)  Kinda tells you where this story is going.  My friend is not a gulible fool.  She’s an educated twenty-something.  While filing police reports against him for theft, she was told he had 3 prior convictions for larceny.  This scum that grows on real scum’s ass (for lack of a more demeaning definition) is not only a disgrace to scum everywhere, but also an eye opener.  

How do you ever know who someone really is?  Do you ever?  While arguing with my ex a while back, I ended up spilling all kinds of things.  Why?  Because I was pissed off and upset.  It made me realize that not a single one of my friends knows the story of the “whole” me.  People say that your friends are a reflection of you.  I hold the mirror the other way.  Each friend holds a little piece of me.  A little glimpse into my scarred soul.  Some know the same bits of my past.  Others hold one single secret.  Everyone has secrets and skeletons.  Some people are open about them.  I am not!  I am a very emotionally guarded person.  I have built an inpenetrable, infinately tall castle around myself.  The only way in is the stereotypical drawbridge.  The night I was fighting with my ex, I realized that some people I never let in.  I never let them know the reasons or experiences that define who I am, or why I am the way I am.  Never let them see what made me the person I am, why I act the way I do, think the way I do, build walls the way I do. 

Realizing that my exhusband has no clue who the “real” me is, I again wondered.  What does it take to get inside that wall and come face to ugly face with the truth?  Did you marry the real person. or the person they led youto believe that they were?  Do you hide who you are?  When do you get to know who someone really is?  I don’t believe this is an event that happens in a concrete period of time.

Two of the Scariest Words You’ll Ever Hear as a Preschool Mom…

HEAD LICE!

AHHHHHHHH!

While reading a note sent home from the school, the above 2 words made my body shudder and my head start to itch.  Now I know my house does not have head lice as the problem frist came up while my daughter was off for a week sick.  However, those 2 tiny words can send any mom into a psychological head scratching, head checking frenzy.  Thankfully most cases have been isolated to one classroom which is on a different floor from where my child attends class.  And they’ve taken the precauctions of bagging all personal belongings daily, and they have a company that comes out to perform daily head checks to ensure that chaos and an outbreak doesn’t ensue.  Still scary, still itching, still checking my kid’s head everyday…. 

Anyone else have a simple 2 words that makes them shudder?  Feel free to share…

Grace in Small Things 23/365

1. my 2yo blowing a billion kisses at me

2. my neighbor who faithfully makes a point of sticking her head out her window EVERY weekday morning to to tell my kids good morning and wish my 4yo a good day at school

3. completely relating to “For Better or For Worse” comic strip in Sunday’s paper

4. my neighbor yelling to me when returning from preschool pick up that she has something for me, then hands me lunch out her window

5. my kids trying to say ” Chihuahua”…it’s hysterical, they say “Chicka wow wow”

I’m Sick and Tired…

of being sick and tired.  My head may explode at any moment now.  Took meds, must pass out now.  Thoughts filling my head, trying to get them out.  Thought about blogging all of the randomness, realized I’ve had to backspace wayyyyyy too many times.  Pillow calling, must listen.  nite nite

Grace in Small Things 22/365

1. biscuts and gravy

2, my mom doing all the kids laundry

3. alka seltzer cold and cough

4. mr. pure cranberry cocktail

5. abc and the fact they have the full episodes for free since I missed Greys last Thurs

Grace in Small Things 21/365

1. going shoe shopping with my munchkins

2. finding the “perfect” shoes to match their Easter dresses

3. paying for the first pair and then finding a “prefect” pair of flip flops that match their Easter dresses

4. the irony of telling them I wasn’t buying them $15 umbrellas and it starting to pour as we walked out the door

5.  spending $80 on shoes (none for me either, 6 pairs of munchin shoes, HA)

Grace in Small Things 20/365

1. my bff laughing at my use of the word moron

2. mykids eating fruit practically all day, between the 2 of them, they ate 4 bowls of grapes, for a total of like 30 grapes, and a total of 16 strawberries

3.  taking an hour nap

4. the garlic cheddar crutons that my daddy bought me

5. the iced tea maker I won for my momma last night at my meeting

Grace in Small Things 19/365

1. martinis with wonderful moms

2. a fabulous night with a great friend

3. bar b q chicken nachos from somewhere

4. chocolate peanut butter cups that my daddy bought for me

5.  sponge bob mac and cheese