Shakespeare’s got NOTHIN on this.
160. Sometimes, non-romantic remarks are the sexier than flowered words…
My boys, verbalize things like this…and you will forever be a great catch.
Your Dad: “This is a partnership, and I want your opinion.”
Yes, one more time…..
159. What do I want to say as I sit here? I always have plenty to say, yet, I seem to be having a difficult time with words.
The horrible massacre in Connecticut…what can I say? I can sit here, and listen to strong, emotional music, and cry. Or, I can go into my sons’ room, and climb into his bed, and watch him sleep with his stuffed rat. I can peer over the top bunk, and listen to my oldest murmur in his sleep like he has done since he was an infant….I can sneak into my baby girls room, and touch her soft cheek.
My babies. Our children. Our life. I am in love with my children.
I worked today, and as I was in a room with a patient, and all was quiet, I though about those kids. Every time. Every hour long massage I gave. Every kid that was in the office made me think of those sweet sweet kids….the kids that were ripped away. When will those thoughts stop?
I read what one mother said as she laid her boy to rest today. She said, “Momma loves you, little man.” Little man. Hers. Gone.
I was trying to avoid reading ANYTHING like this, but, alas, it is EVERYWHERE.
HOW can one woman cause me to sit in here alone, and cry in my kitchen as I type this??? HOW can she endure so much pain? HOW will she survive…
WE ARE HER, and she is us. At the worst possible moment of our life. HOW can she get through this?
I wish there was something I could do.
I am feeling guilty. Guilty for raising my voice too much to my own kids. Guilty for telling them to, ” wait a minute,” or, “mommy is too tired to read sleeping beauty again,” and “tomorrow,” and “I don’t want to play right now,” or, “later.”
I have had MANY epiphanies over the last few days. I have always thought there WOULD be time to read the story tomorrow. I knew that we COULD play Uno Attack tomorrow. I KNEW this, because, tomorrow would ALWAYS come.
But. Tomorrow does not always come.
Play the game. Read the story. Give one more kiss. Go in for another hug. Give them 5 more minutes. Let them help you, even though it will take twice as long. Look into their eyes and tell them you love them. LOOK at them.
Their worth is unmeasurable.
That mother, who said goodbye to her little man today….would read the story again…and again…and again…..
Peas…and carrots…
158. ENJOY the differences that you and your spouse have. They blend to make AMAZING kids. :)
on the left, you will see the “artistic rendering,” and, on the right, you will see the “metal worker-engineer-brain”
Hug her.
157. Hug your mom. However dysfunctional your relationship may be…or however perfect it is. Someday, she won’t be there to hug and it will suck.
6 years ago, mine passed away. Our relationship was brittle, but I would give just about anything to hug her and have her touch my hair.
So…if yours is here….call her.
….it should be that simple….
156. If a kids needs food..you GIVE HIM EFFING FOOD. The reason for his starvation shouldn’t EVER come into play.
:*)
154. It’s amazing what things you find attractive about your spouse as time goes by….
Person: You really have your hands full with three kids….
Your Dad: yes…the hardest and most important part is to raise them to be decent human beings.
heh
153. This goes in the “Crap said in our house” file:
your dad came home and said “I am giving up my dream of being a male model.”
He said this straight-faced….and kept walking.
Seriously.
151. Your family is who you make it. Sometimes, if you’re lucky, family is actually blood. Sometimes, if you’re lucky, your friends are your family. Both, are to be valued.
…and the BEST situation? You marry your friend and take his family for your own, and you create more.
perspective…
150. Remember that when you have a bad day, someone ALWAYS has it worse…
Me: I’m SO sorry honey..
Oldest boy: Why….what…..WHAT IS THAT?
Me: Your baby sister pooped on your Jedi robe…
Oldest boy: THIS…is the worst day of my life. 
…
149. Painting the bathroom in your underwear is the BEST way to do it. No ruined clothes, no heat stroke….
HOWEVER, remember that you are IN your underwear when the Mormon Missionaries come to the door….
Also, a kid saying “MY MOM’S IN HER UNDERWEAR” does not help the situation.
Take two….
148.2 Marry into a funny family.
Mother-in-law: Your glasses look broken.
Me: I just need a screw.
Mother-in-law: …you’d have to talk to my son about that.
Me: 0_o
I actually considered it….and being that I have 7 rooms to go…am STILL considering it…
148. Marry into a funny family.
Me: (whining about painting the bathroom) ”It took me FOUR hours to mask the bathroom to paint. FOUR HOURS!”
Your Papa: “Just throw in some sort of paint bomb and close the door. When it’s dry, re-paint the fixtures white. Piece of cake.”
omg.
147. ALWAYS wear underwear under your dress.
That’s all I’m gonna say about that.
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