Sometimes I just don't agree

Sometimes the line is a bit fuzzy and I just don't agree, but who am I to say anything, that would just be selfish of me. Adults only, but no one understands that I guess.I can't ever have anything that is just mine.

So much like my mom it's scary!

You read it right, I am more like my mom every day.
I can fall asleep at the drop of a dime any time during the day anywhere, I am sluggish at times feeling like I don't get enough sleep. My mind races at night and I have the most energy at night. I don't like to sleep while others do, I feel like I'm missing out. I constantly have that creative bug to make something, sew something, create, or even just uncover another disaster. I don't like to organize clothes, it's too time consuming.
Mom didn't mind cleaning toilets, I despise it! :)
I'm clingy and caring, angry and opinionated, passionate and religious, will give you my last dime if you really needed it. I love my family and my children more than life itself. I love unconditionally, but I will never be faulted for not telling you how I really feel or how it really is, I am blunt and obvious!
I am, my mother. :) lol

My mom, asleep on the davenport at My Aunt Jan's (middle of the day)

Ahhhh Sunday

What a Sunday. :-)
Anabel dumped a $14 of Moroccan Oil on her head, emptying the entire brand new bottle! UGH!
Got my computer and desk set up in the office again FINALLY. Still have a few boxes to unpack, since Colin has taken over I'm not sure where to put the office stuff. LOL
Every day I'm realizing just how much time we are running out of before School and Fall Sports, we have so much planned and so much to get done that 4 weeks IS NOT ENOUGH!
The pool is calling my name, but work and everything else is more important. Looking through old pictures is a blast though. What did we do w/o digital cameras? lol

Look how young she was! ;-) Time flies!

Ugh

What a mess life is sometimes. It's been one of those days. We had to go pick up our oldest daughter today. She was supposed to be staying at her moms for the next three weeks, however due to some very unfortunate circumstances she is back home for good. A teenagers life is so difficult without stupidity from home that I'm having a hard time understanding why conditional love outweighs the love of your child and unconditional love is NOT part of every parents vocabulary. It was all my parents could do to love us and instill values and morales, I cannot understand how a parent can think any differently or do stupid things to alienate their own children.

Oh my .. it's that time of year again.....

I just sat down and looked at a calendar and realized that it has begun! Today is exactly one month from when the kids go back to school, 3 1/2 weeks from when the kids start Soccer Practice and 3 1/2 weeks until registration. That means, Trystin's last year of elementary school, Savanna's first year of her accelerated program, Kaitlyn's first year of either Soccer or Girl Scouts, whichever she chooses, and back to business! :)

School supplies need to be bought, registration needs to be paid, school clothes need to be gotten, and the cooking and the cleaning and the dusting and the laundry .... Cinderelly Cinderelly ..... LOL

How overwhelmed I suddenly am!!

Tough on the Toes

Well, it's officially been one week since our fearless leader busted his foot/ankle. Seeing him in so much pain has been hard on all of us. Things are piling up as I can't seem to keep up with them, you never realize it truly takes two to get it all done until one is out of commission.
Colin saw the Orthopedic today and the visit did not go as well as we would have liked. The pain in his foot and the constant bruising and swelling is not consistent with JUST torn ligaments and a bad sprain, it's actually proving to be much worse. They have ordered and MRI to look and see just how badly he may have injured the top and left side of his foot as well, which could require surgery and life-changing alterations. It was not fun to watch the doctor push around on Colin's foot, he is so strong and has such a high pain tolerance, to watch him wince in pain because someone was making him, was just too difficult, I was clutching at my purse; had it been plastic it would have been shredded. For now, as we await the MRI and the results, Colin is wearing a plastic boot, stupid half cast has been thrown off, and we are praying for better results.

So, things are very tough on the toes here and we are trying to make the best of it. This evening we swam in the pool again, it's so hot outside, how can you not want to just sit in water. However, that swim means one less thing that got done around the house!

Hmmmmm......

I have a mixture of emotions going on these days, if you know me you'll say quietly, what else is new. :) My mother always told me I thought too fast for my brain to catch up, I think maybe she was right.
Sitting in the ER with Colin yesterday waiting and waiting and waiting reminded me of the last time I was in a hospital room, it was to say goodbye to my father. Many will not like to read this part, but that was truly one of the saddest days of my entire life. I will not give the details, as at first it was all I could do to simply walk into the room where they had been keeping my fathers body until I could get there, I stood at the back of the room and the instant feeling of grief that came over me was tremendous. I will never forget that day. I'm not sure that I have allowed myself to really think about it since, constantly keeping busy and throwing myself into my life and my work and my kids, but sitting with Colin yesterday, brought it all back.
I've always hated hospitals, I learned to respect them since I worked at one for so long, but to this day, I can not go to the 2nd floor of KUH without breaking out into the cold sweats. Coming off of the bridge that connects Wahl Hall to the Main Hospital, turning the corner and seeing Ted, my step father, totally broken down because that is when he just heard what they found when they went in for Mom's hysterectomy. Darn the luck! I will never forget that day either.
I've always said that I've lived through way too much for such a young age, but really, now I just feel old. I'm 31 years old and both of my biological parents have passed. What does that say?
You know what it says, it says that life is too fragile and too darn short worrying about stupid little things, love the one's you have, respect their positions and intentions, understand those who have wronged you, come to grips with reality, and live your life!
My dad used to always say; "Staci, do you believe in your decision?" no matter what it was, he would ask me that. When I would reply Yes, he would say; "Then what does it matter what they think? You live your life to the best that you can, never forget where you came from, make your children happy and move on." Wise words pops!!
I learned unconditional love from the best unconditional loving parents there are.
I'm thankful for my blessings, and sad for the one's I missed out on with my parents.