Who is Bruce Banner?

As some of you may know, Bruce Banner, also known as The Hulk, is a fun-loving middle-aged man who turns green and becomes super-human powerful when angry; he likes to kick some butt, at that point too.

So, a while back, I was sitting in the living room, resting my very sore toe, and Kharter runs through (which he's not allowed to do) and as he passes me, he slams his body into my toe which is pain without anyone touching it. I instinctivly screamed in paid and yelled that he was not supposed to run through the house. His response... "Are you turning into The Hulk, Mommy?"

I couldn't help but laugh though I think I managed to cover it up enough to finish the discipline for running. Tim was there and lost it... quiety.

So, in the words of Bruce Banner, "Don't make me angry. You wouldn't like me when I'm angry."

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Thursday, December 04, 2008   Busy, thankful, and sorry...  Current mood:  distractable  Category: Life Things have been crazy since Trynity has been born. For those of you who told me going from two to three was easy... you're insane! Three has been more difficult an adjustment than from one to two. For those of you I don't get to keep in touch with, I do hope that you understand. I do miss you all and will make some time for you soon... I think things have been worse because I haven't been doing well keeping on my meds for PPD (Post Pardum Depression). It really spins me around in a whirl-wind of things that I feel like I have to do, things I can do, and things I want to do. And then, there are those moments where I can, should and want to do something and I just don't seem to find it in me to even start. It's caused a slew of hurt on us, that's for sure. But, we're getting through it. I'm keeping my head up. I'm trying to do better with everything. At home and at work. I've forced myself, as well as Tim has forced me, to do more for me. I spend more time working-out, pumping up my cardio, some strength training, and taking care of my body, mind, and soul. I listen to more music. I sit down with the kids and play. I even cook dinner--sometimes! (Can you believe that?!) I don't jump every time my phone rings any more. If it's in the next room, and I'm busy... I'll call you back later. I do still check my email on a very regular basis, which Tim hates, but it's the part about doing more for my career and myself, in that sense. Of course, I think my work goes unnoticed more often than not, but I have had a few people go out of their way to make a point to tell me I've done a good job. I really do appreciate those encouraging words. Especially in the midst of the negative comments in the surroundings by most of the other people. For those of you that thought I had dropped off the face of the planet, I'm still here. I do try to leave a comment every once in a while, or make a phone call, or send a text. Sometimes, that's all I can do. I'm taking care of my family and they are taking care of me. The kids are great! Things are good. And someday, I'll get on here and continue my "Motherhood Blogs" and the amazing things children do with your lives. Until then, please remember I still love you and miss you! And for all of you... I'm thankful... 10:37 PM - 1 Comments - 2 Kudos - Add Comment - Edit - Remove -

Shelly

You go GIRL!!!!! keep up the good work, and try to have fun while you're doing it......take your time, and dust if you must, but I suggest you do what you're capable of, and push yourself when you know you should ...and do take time for yourself when you are able....but don't get upset when the "to do list" doesn't get done on time....you're not superwoman, are you?..........I always look forward to a bubble bath when my husband can take over the childcare....simple, but sweet.... take care..Love you. Shelly Posted by Shelly on Dec 4, 2008 3:26 PM  [Remove] [Reply to this

Friday, August 29, 2008   Left to drop off, right to pick up! Stupid woman alert!  Current mood:  pissed off  Category: Life So, I'm picking up Kharter from preschool today and I get yelled at by some other parent! WTF?! When I get there, I wait in the line of cars, very patient of course, because there are a lot of kids that need to be picked up. Canal Schools has the 2 preschool classes (16 kids total) in the school building with 3-5th grades. I finally get up to the front and see Kharter after about 20 minutes. The teacher sees me and tries to direct Kharter over to me. He's crying because he doens't want to leave. So, I have to get out of the car, lock the doors because Ryen and Trynity are inside, walk up to the building, pick him up and carry him to the car. All while he begins to throw a huge temper tantrum. I finally get him buckled into his seatbelt all while trying to lean over Ryen and hold Kharter down. I shut the door, still calm at this time because I'm used to his fits by now. I go to open my door and get in to leave and this bitch, in her Mercedes SUV, rolls down her window and yells at me, "This line is for PICK UP ONLY!" Alright, that's it! The woman saw me with a young child, she saw me dealing with a temper tantrum, and apparently decided I didn't have a bad enough day, she had to make it worse. She pushed the right button at the wrong time. I was almost Bruce Banner now! I turn around and say, "I am picking up" calm at first, until she yells again! "You're not supposed to get out of your car!" Okay, bitch, it's about to be on! I slam my door, walk two steps (stop only because I know there are other children around) as she begins to roll up her window, and I yell back, "I'm picking up a preschooler! I'm following the policy! I have two other kids in the car, be thankful I didn't drag them out and make you wait until their carseats were installed, too! You have plenty of room to get around me, GO AROUND!" She finishes rolling up her window as she gives me a look of fear and sarcasm at the same time. I turn around and get in my car and leave. All the while, with Kharter screaming in the backseat. I didn't do anything wrong! I was where I was supposed to be and how I was supposed to do it. How dare this woman have the odasity to yell at me when there are absolutely no reason to do so. There was enough room around me for the buses to get out where they needed to, and for two cars to go around me on the other side! I swear to you, if my kids weren't there, and 300 other kids, I would have dragged her ass out of her car and smashed her head against her $500 rims! Over-reacting? Probably! But, please do me a favor. When picking your children up from school, be sure you're going to be patient, mind your own business and not pick a fight with someone you thought would back down because you're having a bad hair day. If you can't be patient and wait your turn, then send your kids home on the bus! And, if you see me, don't mess with me when it comes to my kids! 11:56 PM - 3 Comments - 6 Kudos - Add Comment - Edit - Remove -

	Doria	You go girl. Good for you for standing up for yourself. I would have done the same thing, only I would have made sure MY kids were out of earshot and said a lot more colorful things. What goes around comes around, and I hope Ms. Mercedes gets a flat tire in the middle of a thunderstorm with a carload of screaming children on her day to carpool her hoity toity kids and their friends to ballet or lacrosse or underwater yoga classes (or whatever else prissy ass after school activities she forces the poor bastards into for the sake of "playdates" and "networking") and sees that karma is really a bitch and she needs to learn to keep her mouth shut.  And I hope you are there to scream at her to get out of your way. Posted by Doria on Aug 29, 2008 5:33 PM  [Remove] [Reply to this]

Shelly

WTF...She was obviously not paying attention to you putting a child in the car.......It 'll come back to haunt her ten fold.....you just wait, She'll have to retrieve her child in the middle of a downpour storm, her windshield wipers will stop working, and she'll hit the Stop Sign on her way out.....Then you could like go up to her window to see if she needs help, and then say, OOPS....Nevermind....Or Maybe it'll be better than that. Posted by Shelly on Aug 29, 2008 7:16 PM  [Remove] [Reply to this]

Sunday, May 11, 2008   An Interesting Mother’s Day...  Current mood:  focused  Category: Life ...to say the least! I woke up late today,... almost 11:00am! A first in a very long time, for which I was thankful to Tim and the boys for allowing me that extra sleep. I got up, came downstairs and sat with the family for a while. I had wanted to take the kids to the park today, but the down pour of rain prevented those plans. When I was asked what I wanted to do today, by Tim, I decided to spend the day leisurely trying to clean our master bedroom, (i.e. reorganizing it, moving furniture, and possibly getting it painted). I know, an exciting Mother's Day gift, huh? But, it's what I wanted to do. It gave me another chance to knock some things off the To Do list before the baby arrives in 26 days. I asked Kharter if he wanted to help clean and he was all for it, so I thought we spend time together being productive.  Yesterday, I had gone out looking for new nightstands. I found a couple that I liked, so I decided to go back and get them. I went alone to allow Tim to spend some extra time with the boys since he saw them for only an hour yesterday after his full day of 4-wheeler riding. I drove up Brice Rd., trying not to get road rage because of the heavy traffic, and finally pulled into the parking lot of JC Penney Furniture Outlet. I went into the store, looked the nightstands over one more time, tracked down a sales person and paid for my purchase. I then proceeded over to the pick up line and handed the woman my receipt. She began to fill out the paper work and told me to go ahead and pull my car around to the front. I started to walk out... and the lights went out!  The employees immediately went into recovery mode, hollaring over their radios to grab flashlights and bring all the customers to the front of the store. They then locked the front doors as an employee rushed up to the Manager on duty and said there was a tornado warning in effect. I, of course, standing there wondering what was going on, was then pushed towards a dark room off to the side. The employee told me to go in the room. I swung my head around and said "I can't see a thing in there! Where am I supposed to go?" They brought over a flash light and we head into the room. It's a break room for the employees filled with awful smelling food to boot. The remainder of the patrons follow me into the room one by one. Some with upset confused children, some senior citizens, and me, big fat and pregnant, and starting to freak out!  I find a seat and sit, dig out my phone and text Tim to find out what's going on and tell him what's happening with me. I text Stacey, because at this point, I was just amazed the drama was happening to me this time (it usually follows her around), and I laugh to myself. About 2 seconds later, the sirens go off. I text Tim to take the kids to the basement. This is one good reason why we should actually have the cable we pay for hooked up to a damn television!!!  After about 30 seconds, I look over to see I'm sitting right next to an outside door. WTF? I thought we were sent into this room because it'd be safe, instead, I'm sitting next to a door that could fly open at any second if a tornado were to actually touch down in the area. The generators kick .. about 10 minutes, and the television with rabbit ears attached comes on to the news. The news casters are telling everyone in Dublin, Sunbury, Westerville, and Galena to head to their basements as they've had several reported sightings of funnel clouds and tornados in the area. The entire room, filled with about 40 people stare at the television. I see that the biggest threat is on the north side of town. A few people start demanding they be let out of the building as the sirens in our area have stopped. Their request is met and the employees open the doors. I began to rush out behind them when I was stopped briefly and told it was suggested I stay. I, of course, demandingly state, "I have two children at home. I'm going to be with them now." And I proceed out the door and run to my car, as the tornado sirens go off again.  I speed home, angry that I got stuck behind someone who was driving 5 miles under the speed limit, and pass them on Gender Rd., as I uncontrollably begin to cry because I'm not home with my family. I get to the house in a record 10 minutes from Brice Rd., run in the door, grab one of the laptops that was sitting on the dining room table, and run downstairs to be with my family. The kids were having a blast in the basement with Daddy and the dogs!  Tim had taken some of the extra carpet from our recent install that was stored under the stairs and set it up over the cold basement floor. He made a cute little area to block the kids in the corner in case something did touch down, he could have easily covered them up safely. The boys look at me a scream "Mommy! We're in the basement having fun with Daddy! Wanna come play with us?" Of course I say, "Yes, Mommy really wants to come play with you!" and I sit down on the floor. We sat there for a while. The sirens stopped. Tim sees online that the warning is in effect until 1:46 pm. At 1:46 pm, the sirens start again, so we sit down there for about 30 minutes longer before venturing upstairs.  So today, on Mother's Day, I had one of my biggest fears almost come true... I wasn't there to protect my kids. No, a tornado did not touch down, and I don't know if there was one that close to our area or not, but it was scary enough to think that it could have happened. It was enough for me. I sat in a dark room with 40 strangers for about 10 minutes, tornado sirens going off, not knowing what was happening. All I knew was that I was not with my family. I did have one of my kids with me, and I could protect her, but what about the rest of my lifeline? My three men? I felt comfort knowing Tim was home with them, of course. It's just not the same when you're not there to help... But alas, everyone is safe, and I now have an interesting story to tell. And one more story of motherhood and my lifeline has shown itself again. My family is my everything! 10:14 PM - 5 Comments - 5 Kudos - Add Comment - Edit - Remove -

	**Absmommy**	Hey Kathy, Glad to hear you and the family are all ok. I would have been scared out of my mind. But glad all is well. Man I cannot believe you only have 26 more days left till the little one is born. Time really flew by, probably not for you though. Take care! Posted by **Absmommy** on May 12, 2008 2:55 AM  [Remove] [Reply to this]

	T-T-T-Tina	Wow Kathy!! That sounded so scary!!! I'm glad you made it home and that everyone is safe and sound!! ((HUGS)) Posted by T-T-T-Tina on May 12, 2008 8:00 AM  [Remove] [Reply to this]

	Frank	Glad everyone is safe! And your blog did answer one question I had. South of Columbus with about 15 miles left on the TOSRV, sirens started going off. I thought, "Great...I made it this far and I'm gonna get hit by a tornado." I thought this jokingly 'cause I didn't really think they were tornado sirens. Now I know they were...yikes! :-D Posted by Frank on May 12, 2008 8:15 AM  [Remove] [Reply to this]

	Becky	That is so scary. I hate this time of year. We have already spent time in our basement too. I'm glad that everyone was safe. When the sirens went off again at 1:46pm, I bet that was the "all clear" siren. It took me awhile too to realize that they only sound one long siren at the start of the warning and one at the end. So now you will know for next time and be able to come up and out of your basement sooner. Take Care! Posted by Becky on May 12, 2008 9:09 AM  [Remove] [Reply to this]

Shelly

I was in the shower when the sirens went off in our area....My husband was still asleep (his sleep schedule is set on 2nd shift) Covered in soap and a head full of shampoo...I yell, Hey, It's not Wednesday noon, Brad.....get up find out what's going on please.....I started packing up and emergency laundry basket to take to the basement while my husband monitored the storm and got our son dressed and his shoes on.....It'll be a Mother's Day We'll never forget even though it never touched down in our area....I have some of it on video, let me see If I can send it to you. Posted by Shelly on May 31, 2008 4:36 PM  [Remove] [Reply to this]

Wednesday, May 07, 2008

Before I was a mom...  Current mood:  thankful  Category: Life Sometimes the feelings associated with being a mom are very difficult to express. I felt the same way that a lot of my friends without children do now about being spit up on, icky noses, and dirty faces. It made me ill, to tell you the truth. But, there is something wonderfully strange that happens when you become a mother. All that gross stuff really doesn't seem that gross anymore (at least with your own children). Your stomach can actually take the sight of blood without freaking out, and the sight of a runny nose without vomiting; you instinctively know what to do when your child is hurt. You can sit and watch your children do their everyday things with a silly little smile on your face. And one day, your child will look back and you and say, "I love you, Mom"... 10 years later they will look at you and say, "Stop staring at me, Mom!" I may have blogged this previously, but this was a moment I will never forget. I remember when I was pregnant with Kharter, towards the end, I asked my mom what I would do if everyone was wrong, and those motherly instincts never kicked in. She looked at me and said, "They already have." She was right. Though I didn't feel it at the time, and I was still incredibly nervous about what to do. And, even though I still fear the day my kids grow up and think they don't need me, or ask to stay the night at a friend's house with a parent I've never met, or even still ask to ride their bike around the neighborhood with their friends without me or Tim. I know deep down the strength will find me without having to dig too deep in my soul, to know the right answer. And so, I'll leave you with this... Normally I don't like forwards, I don't like cute little "hit" comments, and I HATE chain emails and letters (deeply sorry to those dear friends of mine who send them to me). However, I was truly touched by this "hit" comment left to me by Angie. Of course, I can't give credit to an author because I have no idea how I could, but I wanted to share this with all of the mothers out there,... especially with the impending Mother's Day on Sunday! I just had to remove the "hit" portion and correct the grammatical errors. Even still, this was very insightful to me, this night, at 11:17pm. "Before I was a mom I never tripped over toys or forgot words to a lullaby. I didn't worry whether or not my plants were poisonous. I never thought about immunizations. Before I was a mom I had never been puked on, pooped on, chewed on, and peed on. I had complete control of my mind and my thoughts I slept all night. Before I was a mom I never held down a screaming child so doctors could do tests, or give shots. I never looked into teary eyes and cried. I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin. I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep. Before I was a mom I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't want to put it down. I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn't stop the hurt. I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much. I never knew that I could love someone so much. I never knew I would love being a mom. Before I was a mom, I didn't know the feeling of having my heart outside my body. I didn't know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby. I didn't know that bond between a mother and her child. I didn't know that something so small could make me feel so important and happy. Before I was a mom, I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay. I had never known the warmth, the joy, the love, the heartache, the wonderment or the satisfaction of being a mom. I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much, before I was a mom." Author - Unknow

Tuesday, April 22, 2008   Life Isn’t Always Fair...  Category: Life Do you know why when someone says something it can instantly becomes a catch phrase? It's because they are true and quick to roll off your tongue. Life isn't fair. Yep, that's true! So, I've heard it before, and I'll hear it again. All the people out there with one child have said, or at least thought it... "I'd always make sure whatever my first child got, my second child would get". Yes, I even said it once, too. I couldn't imagine being "unfair" to my kids. Kharter was spoiled with $30 Levi's jeans that he was able to wear for 3 months before he grew out of them, he had name brand shoes, clothes, hats, and all kinds of baby stuff. I did my best with Ryen when he came along. Of course, though we were down one income, we still did pretty decent. He had a lot of hand-me-downs, which is what I grew up on, but I don't think for a second that 5 month-old little boy cared what he was wearing. He cared that Mommy and Daddy, and Big Brother loved him, played with him, fed him, and changed him. Now, we're soon to have a third. A little girl. The first little girl in this immediate family. The first granddaughter, great granddaughter, and niece out of 6 children between my sister and me. Now, who do you think is about to get spoiled rotten? Then comes the fact that her birthday is going to be 13 days past the middle child in this family. Then, the fact that we live at least an hour away from all family and a lot of friends. Do you think they are all going to be able to drive up here for a birthday party two weeks after each other? Hmmm... let me think. So, what do I do? This all started because we're considering having a small get together for family only for Ryen's second birthday. Two weeks before the boys were born, I sure as hell didn't feel like entertaining 20 people, much less staying up until 2am making a cake, decorating the house, and gathering food. But, Kharter had a big shin-dig... that's not fair, huh? What about next year? What do I do then? Do I skip his birthday party again, only two weeks later to have a big 1st birthday party for his little sister? Again, that's not fair. But, do I turn around, instead, to expect my family and friends to drive up here every other week, buy presents, spend hours away from their obligations, to make my kids happy? Hmmm... again, let me think about this. So, does any of this mean I don't love my children? Absolutely not! I love all of my children, and I love them equally. I actually thought about this a couple weeks ago. Ever since we found out we were having a girl, I've been concerned. Of course, since about 2 weeks after we found out we were having another child, I've been concerned about the so-called "middle child syndrome". "Marcia, Marcia, Marcia!!" I never wanted Ryen to feel like he was being left out of anything. I never wanted either of my boys to feel like they were being treated differently because they were the fourth and fifth grandsons. I didn't want to find out the gender of the baby because if it was a girl, which it is, I didn't want everyone to go gaga over her before she was even born. No one knew what the boys were until they were born, hmmm... another fairness factor? I guess I blew that one! You may have seen the bulletin I posted several weeks ago about Mothers. It had a lot of taglines at the bottom and one of them read... "Someone once said you can't love the second child as much as the first; someone didn't have two children". That's been my headline ever since. Because at that moment, I thought about that exact phrase. I never really gave it a thought before. I ignored the ignorant people who made comments about having a second child cut in half what you could do for the first. Did I really love Kharter more than Ryen? Did I love Ryen more than Kharter? I added all of their qualities up, and tried to even break it down to some sort of screwed up mathematical calculation. Guess what, it was an impossible thing to do! Each of my boys are so incredibly different. They are unique in their own way and I can't imagine my life without either of them? What does this all mean? I'm not sure. Maybe it's my own guilty conscious playing tricks on me because I do want things to be equal. The funny thing is, it seems that even though they won't remember either of their first two or three birthdays, I'd rather put myself through the torment of trying to figure this thing out now, rather than worry about what to do when Kharter turns 16 and wants a car, then two years later, Ryen turns 16 and wants a car, then two years later, Trynity turns 16 and wants a car. Instead, I sit here trying to reason with myself about throwing a birthday party and buying name brand clothing for children under five years old. But how will they all look at me??? Oh my, is that the question I'm trying to answer? Is that what is driving me crazy? Is what I care about other people and what they think really the key factor in my current madness? Well, yes and no. I care about what my kids will see in pictures. I care about this, because at some brief moment in time, I thought about that when I was younger. If my sister had one thing, I wanted it. Well, my sister got a lot of things I didn't, and I got a lot of other things she didn't. To this day, she still complains that I had a better curfew than she, and I was able to do more than she was allowed to do when she was my age. Yes, that was probably true. However, circumstances were different in her teenage years than they were in mine. Doesn't sound possible, huh, with only a two year age difference. Well, if you lived in our home at the time, you'd think differently. All of that put together, doesn't mean that my parents loved her less than they loved me. It doesn't mean the opposite. It doesn't mean they were making up for anything. I just means this... nothing at all except she and I were both loved by our parents... equally. So, now after a rant of a billion words... what's my conclusion? Well, I can't make the decision alone; I'm lucky enough not to have to. But, what I can decide is that I will try to put what others think about me behind. Because it doesn't really matter what a co-worker says, or an acquaintance says, or really what anyone says except for this immediate five person family. Their emotions and thoughts are what I really care about. And while something may bother them at age 14 (which is the first time I thought about it), I am confident that with maturity and age, they will realize what I'm trying to say here. I love my children. All of them. Equally. Kharter. Ryen. Trynity. The three of them are my world, my life, my heart, my soul. And for that, I'm thankful... 10:38 PM - 3 Comments - 6 Kudos - Add Comment - Edit - Remove -

	Some call me...Tim.	I thought you had 4 children? Where was my shindig? Why didn't I get a cake that stayed up till 2 in the morning making? That's pretty unfair. SHMILY! I hope that when they are old enough that they don't hold a grudge against us for doing our best. Posted by Some call me...Tim. on Apr 22, 2008 10:34 PM  [Remove] [Reply to this]

	JODIE	Remeber are parents saying life isnt fair....lol. I say you do the best you can....Id do something special for each one...like between u and Tim then in between both b-days have a big "family" party.....that way they both get something special from mom and dad, but get to have a party with grandparents......its a thought. I still love ya! Posted by JODIE on Apr 23, 2008 9:19 AM  [Remove] [Reply to this]

Deanna

Kathy, I have two beautiful daughters who were born less than twenty-six months apart. They are so different that sometimes its like night and day. In fact, I once painted a mural over their beds that was my way of reminding them how different and special they are both. Today, they are each MOMS. They've given me sons that I didn't give birth to. They've given me grandchildren that are all so different from one another (even the twins who may never have their very own birthday party and don't seem to care). I can't wait to meet Trynity and find out who she is. I hope she is a little like her sweet, sensitive mother and her kind, patient father. If not, okay! We can't know what the future will bring us. Cherish all that the Lord has blessed you with and hope in the eternal life promised to us in our baptism remembering that nothing we do makes us deserving of love. Every blessing is a gift from God who first loved us... calling us the joy set before Him. As a wife, mother, and daughter... you too know some measure of that joy! Love, Mom Posted by Deanna on May 2, 2008 7:44 PM  [Remove] [Reply to this]

Monday, March 10, 2008   I’m not Super Woman It's been a while since I've had five minutes to myself, let alone time to sit down a write a blog. But, I realized something last week... I can't do it all... I used to be able to think that I could, in fact, do it all.  I could take on 5,000 projects at a time at work and exceed deadlines and do it within 40 hours a week. Anything anyone ever asked I was there.  If a friend was in trouble, hurting, or needed to talk, I was there.  I would drive for hours to get to them and do what I could to ensure they were okay and new they were loved.  On top of that, I'd work my butt off to try and maintain a home, a family, school, work, and everything else.  I now find it funny when, if stressed at work, and people say, "it'll be better after 'that' is over in a week"... yeah right! I used to think that myself, until I realized that next week just never comes.  Once one project is over, another begins.  I love my job! I love the feeling I get when I see a project our organization has completed and the lives it's affected. I love to feel a sense of accomplishment when I have a very productive day and I got 10 projects off my desk. But, I really dislike those days when I can't get one thing completed. Of course, the exact same thing happens at home.  I rarely have a few minutes to myself. I can't come home, take my shoes off and sit on the couch for a few minutes. I can't even go to the bathroom without the door either opening, or a little one banging on the door wanting to know why I'm not out playing with them. I can't even sleep 8 hours a night because after only two I'm woken up by a full bladder, a crying child who wants a drink of water or is upset because the dog jumped out of bed, or another crying because he's scared.  Now, don't get me wrong... I do love my life! I have a wonderful family, a great job, my goals acomplished within the time frame I set out for myself (i.e. school) so far, and the "things" I dreamt I would have as an adult. However, what I don't have is the ability to say "no" and "enough is enough" or "I'm not superwoman, and I can't do it all".  Oh, what I would give to be able to say that.  And, when I do say something along those lines, I say them to the wrong people... my kids, my husband, myself. I spent my weekend snowed in under 20 inches of snow. I took the time out to do things I wanted to do... I spent time with my kids--we played in the snow for hours, I cleaned the house, I reapolstered my chair, I went to bed 20 minutes early and slept in 20 minutes late. No, I'm not quite "refreshed", I'm not stress-free, but I've also made some decisions in my own mind... I will no longer tell my children I can't do something fun with them because I've got something else I need to do first.  I will no longer disappoint them. I will say no to the other people who make me feel guilty for not spending every second of the day thinking about them or doing what they want me to do. I will say yes to myself, and yes to my husband. I will make the effort to do what I, not only want to do, but NEED to do.  I will say no to my goal of finishing my bachelor's within a year. Yes, that's a no to myself, but a good one because if I don't, I'll be saying no to my husband, who is also trying to finish his degree simultaneously. I will slow down and complete it in two years, which is still not a horrible time frame. I will probably say no to a lot of you in the near future. I don't want to, but I have to. However, please know that it's time for me to be a little selfish... for my childrens sake. I do not want to be the mom who wakes up to find her kids are graduating from college and I missed their kindergarten graduation! However, I will take one step at a time... I will also appologize to most of you because you had no idea I was overwhelmed. But, the truth has finally shown... I am! 7:43 PM - 1 Comments - 2 Kudos - Add Comment - Edit - Remove -

Frank

Awesome for you (and your family). Some people never truly realize what's important in their lives, or realize it far too late. Posted by Frank on Mar 10, 2008 7:43 PM  [Remove] [Reply to this]