And have been horribly remiss in my participation in other blogs. Today alone, I took a training call at 7:00 then at 9:00 drove 2 other adults and 5 kids to the San Francisco Symphony, then the same 2 adults, and 4 of the kids to the SF Bay Model in Sausilito (I didn't lose one kid, he's a kindy and needed to go back), then drove them back to school arriving at 4:00 which is an hour and ten minutes past when they actually get out of school. It was a great field trip, but that many kids in the car was too much! At first it was boys in the way back and girls in the middle row, and I switched to one each on the way home, and it was still a loud zoo! I wanted them all to fall asleep, but no such luck! Then it was home, quick snack and off to Tae Kwon Do until 6:00, then cooked a fast dinner of stir fry. The Dude had put on the rice while I was gone. Dinner, reading, relaxing, the boys to bed, and now I get to see what all I missed at work today! ACK! And then I wonder why I have high blood pressure.
I have been continuing to read your blogs, but have found no inspiration to comment, or be remotely witty. I just want to veg, but I will be back at it again tomorrow!
Today I need to rant - get it all out if you will. I started this blog as a way to journal all the crap in my head, which ultimately allows me to sleep well at night. I've been editing myself lately due to the addition of readers from RL. I'm tired of editing myself, and I'm losing sleep, so I'm going back to my original intent.
My two normally adorable children (note that I did not type adorably normal) have decided to wake at increasingly earlier times this week. Well, one by choice, the other by voice. Older boy woke up at 7ish Monday and Tuesday, 6:45 Wednesday, 6:30 Thursday, and 6:00 this morning. He then proceeded to wake younger boy, who was peacefully sleeping just fine. This would not be a problem in what I would like to think would be a normal family. For my boys it spells disaster. The younger boy is no morning person, and on a good day uses grunts to answer questions. He is the child who will be downing coffee every day before heading off to middle school, I'm sure of it! The older boy is a cheerful kid first thing in the morning, wanting to share the new day with everyone within earshot. Today it was decided that his volume and personality leads to any sane person's conclusion that he is the reincarnation of Ethel Merman.
I adore my boys, but they really do take the cake sometimes. The younger one's grunts became full out growls by this morning, which I found out translated to the classroom. His Kindy teacher asked if he was getting sick, as he'd been loudly complaining that everything was either stupid or boring for the last 2 days. When I told her the reason was really sleep deprivation, she stopped older boy and told him to NEVER again wake his little brother up early in the morning. If he was up, that was fine, and he could just get out of bed and read a book or something. I don't think he took her seriously, but I had to thank her for trying!
The tyrants had a playdate with their best friend following their school day, and the three of them were like the stooges, it was all slapstick and pratfalls. Thankfully the little angels fell asleep before 8:00 crashed out on the sofa watching Dirty Jobs.
In my surfing around the net today I stumbled across some pretty funny and cool things:
Today was my youngest son's first day of kindergarten. I admit it, I cried. I cried when I was getting ready, thinking of his life so far, and what an awesome kid he is. I was also reflecting on this summer and how difficult it has been, and how my entire family was almost wiped out in a mere instant in time. We all survived, and while the physical scars are minimal, the emotional ones run rather deep for us all. The youngest has been sleeping with, and carrying about a teddy bear since the accident. The Bear's name is Barry, and starting to get a bit worn, but he has helped get us through a tough summer. I wish I had a Barry at times. My oldest went back to sleeping with a Silky - this smallish square of blanket, and spent many nightmare nights cuddling with me on the couch. I find myself crying at weird times, and the accident comes back to me when I am driving, and I get anxious and panicky all over again. And my husband - he's only been awake an average of 6 hours a day. He's bi-polar and depressed, and if you have ever lived with someone while they are balancing meds, then you know what we've been going through. He's also on anti-seizure meds, since it was a seizure that caused the accident in the first place. He's got his own demons of guilt to deal with, and there have been times when I wonder if it is all worth waiting around for.
Then, on days like today, when I see my boys sitting together in the cafeteria, eating lunch and sharing. Or now, when they are playing with the hose in the backyard. I am filled with such awe and love, that I start crying all over again.
