I Could Write a Book

    Boy howdie ! I just awoke from a 2 hour nap. wowza. More like a 2 hour "pass out". I think my busy week + cold from Hades caught up with me and just knocked me on my butt. I slept through the entire "Happy Feet" movie. lol. At least the kids said they liked it.

    If this site would get its hyperlinks working again, I’d hyperlink a song for your listening pleasure. "Exactly Like You" by New Orleans Jazz Vipers. If you haven’t heard it, go download it and listen to it. Definitely "New Orleans".  I get in moods where I will listen to one song over-and-over again. That’s exactly what I am doing right now. So, picture me in my comfy boxers, mickey mouse tshirt, glasses and the above mentioned song playing - and well, you’ve got my exciting night here. LOL.

    On that note, it’s a perfect night. Time to take my exit. I hope you enjoy your night. Tomorrow is "Palm Sunday". Do not forget to go church. (this is your mother speaking). Grins.

    Oh, what a glorious morning. We got a call that one of the birthday parties had to be cancelled due to a sick child. So sorry for the sick child, but woohoo for me. That makes my day tons less hectic.

    The 2 littlest and myself are headed to swim lessons. Yes, I am going to wear a bathing suit under my clothes cause I know that my 2 children will be the 2 screaming their heads off afraid to get in the water. These lessons are not cheap so there is no way I am not going to let them get out of taking this lesson. Lol. Nazi mom coming out again.

   Have a great Saturday. Maybe something of yours will get cancelled, too. hehe.
 

    Happy Birthday to my most wonderful son, Tob. Today is your 8th birthday and it feels like yesterday that you were born. You are such an incredibly special son. I do not know what I’d do without you. You got my "sensitive" side. You got my lips and eyes and I’m thinking you’ve probably even got some of my hair. lol. I’m sure you’ll hate me for that one later in life.

    You are kind to everyone. You carry your little brother to me when he has "fallen and can’t get up". You wipe your sister’s tears away after she’s been corrected. You tell me repeatedly that "she is just a baby and doesn’t know any better." You’re going to be a great big brother to your brother and sister. You already are.

    One of the things that I love about you is your love for God/Jesus. You love going to your religion class and learning right now. I am so blessed to have you as a son. I love that when you wake up in the morning, with your hair poking everywhere, the first thing you do is give me a "good morning hug". I love it that the last thing at night you want from me is a "blessing". Have I mentioned how special you are ?

    When you were born and in the hopsital, my father (your Poppa) held you and talked to you and he told you that he wanted to take you fishing one day. Unfortunately, he died before he ever had a chance to do that with you. You two would have had so much fun together. 

    Dear Tob, I love you so much. I thank God everyday for allowing me to be your mom. I hope that you continue to grow into the fine young man that I know you are going to be. You are going to go far in life.  You’ve overcome some obstacles already in your life and handled them very well. I know that you’ll be able to handle anything that comes your way.

    I hope you have a blast tonight at your Laser Tag birthday party. You deserve it. I can’t wait to try and blast you.

I love you,

Mommy 

    Omgoodness, it is pretty much Friday, again. Sighs. Where did my week go? From the moment I stop writing this post till Sunday night my upcoming days are full. Going to give you a glimpse at my schedule. Oh, and I’ve got the cold from Hades right now that is kicking my butt. Not to mention PMS. I’m sure you all can figure out what kind of mood I’m in.

    Today: leaving in just a few minutes to go buy party favors, cookie cake for son’s bday party/school tomorrow. Meeting the personal trainer & workout partner at Noon. Go pick up children. Get homework done and dinner for kids ready and everything prepared for the babysitter. Leave at 5pm going to dinner(sushi) and then to see Cirque d’Soliel (spelling ?) in the city tonight. The performance starts at 8pm. I figure I’ll be back home around midnight.

    Friday: Wake up to one very excited son. Sing Happy Birthday and give mommy/daddy gifts first thing in the morning. Get kids to school. Go work out. Come home and clean. ughhhhhhhhhhhhh. Try and do some laundry. Get ready for the party. Pick up kids from school. Have party. Heave hugh sigh of relief when party is over. Pass out in bed.

    Saturday: Have a semi-relaxing morning. Be at swim lessons for 10am for my 2 youngest children. Attend birthday at 11am for middle child’s school mate. 11- 1. Come home and get the 2 boys ready to go to bday party for 2pm (2pm - 5). Daughter has her dance recital/class photos at 3pm. That will take a couple of hours.  Family is going out to dinner after bday party and pics.

    Sunday: Mass. Tob needs to be there a little early. We will go eat lunch after church is over. My sister and I are going to visit my Grandfather ( 2 hours away) after that. He is dying and is expected to die any day now. She and I are hoping that he lives long enough for us to have a chance to visit him one last time. Sighs. Then she and I will probably go eat and I will drive back home. Going to be a long day.

    I hope everyone here has a wonderful weekend. I hope your’s is a little more relaxing than mine. Next weekend, I promise is going to be relaxing for me. LOL. Yeah, right. I’m going to try, though.
 

    This has been a very strange day for me. It started off absolutely wonderfully. I played in a league match and won ! Woohoo. Even though I’ve been away from tennis for almost 3 months I felt like I did an okay job, today.  Afterwards, all of the tennis team went to lunch and we had a wonderful time talking and chatting and eating. Mmmmmm, that salad was delicious.

     I’m thinking that maybe because it felt like 102 degrees while we were out playing tennis this morning that I might be a little dehydrated and I just haven’t felt well for the rest of the day. I feel "off". I’m sure PMS has nothing at all to do with that. ughh. Oh, the joys of being a woman.

    Ah, just remembered, I’m 40 years and 1 month old today. OMGoodness ! Where has this last month gone ? If time keeps flying by like it has this last month, I’ll be 41 in no time. I’m supposed to be working on developing and becoming the person I’ve always wanted to be in this 2nd half of my life. Hmmmm. It might would help if I knew just exactly what I wanted to be when I grew up. LOL.

    One thing that I am sure of I want to get into shape this year. I already know I have a "ball" to attend in the winter where I "get" to dress up for a night. Eeekks. Got to work on these arms, shoulders, triceps, etc etc etc. Pretty much the entirity of my body. hehe. So, tomorrow, I get to start working out with a personal trainer. Woohoo. Me and my bestest friend. We are going to hold each other accountable. It’s going to be a lot of fun. Seriously, I can’t wait.

    On an off-topic in my life, my fish is acting weird. I keep waiting to look over and see that sucker floating. wahh. I hope he hangs in there. Maybe he is just depressed because I was gone playing tennis today. lol. Yeap, the dehydration is getting to me. I think I’ll head off to bed before this post gets too much weirder.

 Peace out !

    Well, I did it. My stomach is in knots right now. I have no idea what can of worms I just opened and I feel like throwing up. sighs.

    I sent off a request for a searcher to see if we can find my daughter’s "birthmother". I can say that I had never considered searching for her until a couple of weeks ago when I went to a lecture regarding adoptees and their birthmothers. Hearing the stats and reading some of the literature regarding how adoptees feel while growing up made me decide that I wanted to do this for my daughter’s sake.

    I love my daughter beyond belief, just as I do my sons. I only want what is best for her, but I tell you, this topic is beyond scarey for me. I have this fear that someone is going to come and try and take my daughter from me. I also worry that maybe one day my daughter will prefer to be with her birthmother. If we are able to locate her, that is. sighs. Then I have all of these worries regarding when do I share whatever info we find with my daughter. I don’t want to "rock her world" at too young of an age, nor too old of an age. wahh.

    Sometimes, I wish life was a little simplier. I’m very grateful that I am able to have these more difficult times, though. If I did not, it would mean I didn’t have my daughter.

    I’m off to hug and kiss and rock my daughter. I’ll say a littler prayer (or a million) that when the proper time comes I’ll know better what to do.  

   I love Mondays ! Isn’t that a trip ? I’m so opposite of the average person, in many ways. You ask, "why does she love Mondays ? " Well, let me tell you why.

     I love Mondays because that means my house is going to be quiet again. It means that once I’m home from the normal Monday stuff that I can clean in peace and quiet. It seems that I "catch up" a lot on Mondays. Remember that laundry issue ? Well, that’s one of the reasons I love Monday so much. I get to get it all done. It seems that I cook more on Mondays, too. Maybe that’s because I’m tired of eating out on the weekends. Who knows ? We could analyze that to death, for sure.

    Also, Mondays stand for "me time". Woohoo ! If moma "ain’t" happy, "ain’t" nobody happy and I don’t know of a family where that applies more. Lol. On Mondays, I get to do tennis. My all time favorite passion in life. Yes, I love tennis that much. I’ve got this saying "tennis is my prozac, sushi is my crack".  (We’ll hit the sushi addiction in a later post). I’ve been without my dear tennis for about 3 months, now. It feels so good to be back at it. Even when I fall flat on my butt. Lol. Yeap, that happened today. I’ve been out with an ankle injury and when I felt my ankle "going" today I just let it go and fell on my right side and butt. I think I took about 10 years off of my tennis partner’s life. I was fine, other than my pride that is.

    Also, Mondays nights are just for me and my children. My husband has a class that he goes to every Monday night and it is fun just to have that special one-on-one time with them. It seems much less chaotic when it is just us at home. Ever noticed that ? That when the "daddy" is home things are just a tad more wild and tons more noisy.

    I would say that the main reason I love Mondays is because it is a fresh start to the week and I think "maybe this week will be the week that I keep it all together". (snort). When that happens I’ll be sure and post about it.

~~Happy Monday, everyone~~