I haven't felt this way since college. I was hunched over my computer earlier, praying that God would make time stand still so I could make a deadline. That confirmed that I don't EVER want to go back to school. No it wasn't a paper. I was entering items to sale in a consignment event in our area. I put in 125 items and it took me exponentially longer than I thought! But it is done, I made the deadline and I get to sit back this week and watch the money roll in. The best part, it's all free money. I love it when people pass clothes on to us. I could probably count on my fingers and toes the clothes we've bought in a store for either Beatle or Birdie. Not many, my friends. This latest load was given with permission to take what I wanted for the babies and to sell the rest at a yard sale. It would probably be nicer to pass them on to someone else, but not as resourceful. :)
Baby turned one this weekend and we had a lot of fun just having a simple little party on the back deck. Baby's mom found out what church we went to/worked at and showed up Wed night. That caused a little stir and she was advised to try a different church. I know she was wanting to see Baby on her birthday and I know how sentimental I get on first birthdays so we were able to arrange an unsupervised visit at Chick-Fil-A on Saturday and it all went well enough. (BR kept our girls at home and I had a friend meet me up there just in case it didn't.) I just always come home with a suitcase full of emotions and I'm not sure where to put them when I "unpack" after a visit like that. Maybe I'll get used to it, maybe I won't, all I know is I feel a little lost and confused after interacting with her and Baby.
Beatle's still working on her reading and writing. I feel like I'll have a reading-monkey on my back until summer. Meaning, that while her teacher has been awesome at trying to help us find solutions, she's made it very clear that this is the final push. Mush, mush you dog of a mother! Summer's more mine and Beatle's speed. Our motto: We'd rather be crafting. We're doing "sheets of doom" for a few minutes every night. Yes, Beatle's dubbed worksheets as "sheets of doom" already in her young educational life. For what she may lack right now in other areas, she makes up for in creativity. She told me tonight that I need to help her stay focused on her worksheet because "it starts with dots on the side and then, next thing you know, I'm drawing pictures". One of our personal favorites from a few months ago has a girl screaming on the backside of a "sheet of doom"--one of those really good, Charlie Brown screams where the head is tilted back and the mouth is exaggerated. Beatle single-handedly designed and helped me decorate Baby's cake--a onesie with a #1 on it. The cake-making even went awry when we were making the second layer and she adapted the mistake and suggested we make a bib with it. It was perfect! I understand my attitude trickles down to Beatle, so I just want to put it out there, that I'm trying to be really positive about school, this is just my outlet to vent sans listening ears.
This weekend she went to play outside and came running back in screaming within no time. A bug was flying through the air and landed smack on her shirt. Laughing, I couldn't identify him so I scraped him off her shirt while she was jumping around screaming. Her dad and her put him in a bag to take to school today so the science lab could identify him. After school, as soon as we walked in, there he was crawling across the floor. Cue the glass-shattering shrieks again. (I love that scream. It's hilarious. I can totally see why boys would drop bugs down girls' shirts and do other mischievous things just to hear it.) She starts screaming for her dad who's not home but even when I tell her that she's still just standing there screaming for him. She's going to try to take him back to school tomorrow, hoping that he won't use his super-buggy strength again to escape.
I like being this age. I think it's because I learning more of who I am and I'm accepting it. I had an epiphany on Sunday morning. For years, I've felt labeled as "irresponsible". That really hurt my feelings and drove me crazy because I didn't feel irresponsible. If you trusted me with a task, I would see it through. I'm a natural born leader, that I knew. How could I be consistently irresponsible and be a (usually) effective leader? It didn't help matters that I was a relatively young mother; that only reinforced the stereotype. My aha! moment was when I realized that I'm NOT irresponsible but I AM a risk-taker. Sometimes the two can get the same haircut and dress alike but they are definitely two separate things. I love adventure and risks and sometimes that plays into the hands of looking reckless to some but I know that my God created me with that chip and I can't help but think that He likes people like me. I'll take a walk on the wild side with Him any day.
I'm going to leave you with some things you might want to keep in your back-pocket for various social situations, for instance, the term "Party Mustang". It was coined on Saturday by Beatle when she was rarin' to participate in some birthday parties. Also, it's nice to comfort your Anglo friends when you start bonding with other fellow ethnic people by telling them, "It's Ok. You wouldn't want to be an Indian anyways; it's really hard work." Not sure if she's talking directly about the hunting and gathering or the nomadic lifestyle...also, the ethnic friend has the last name Santiago so, I'm thinking she probably wasn't 100% as to what Beatle was referring to either...seeing that SHE'S MEXICAN! :) Adios!
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