I am learning that when trust is broken, a relationship truly suffers, if it can ever be repaired at all. I am having some issues with someone right now and there is truly something different about my reaction to it than what it has been in the past. Usually I cannot stand if I feel like someone is upset with me or mad at me. And I try to do all kinds of things to make amends and basically wear myself out. And this time, I just am finding it hard to care. I fear that it may be the sands of time hardening my heart but I pray that it is me finding my way a little bit in this world. I don't think it's such a bad thing to respect yourself and take care of yourself just like you would another person. I no longer feel the need to betray myself to make someone else feel better.

A LITTLE SAVINGS

A couple of weeks ago, my family and I were eating our Life cereal at breakfast and we came across some hard pieces in the cereal. So, I said to my Seany, "I am going to write them a letter to let them know!" Well, the good, no great people, at Quaker sent me 12.00 dollars in coupons! I was shocked and happy and amazed.

So, this is what I got for FREE with my coupons and store savings!

Such is my life....

Today we had to do a mad dash out of church..

Church picnic in one hour - had to get home to drop me and the boys off - Sean had to go back. So, we go out to the car and I can't find my keys. Weird for me because I am ANAL about the location of my keys. I put them in the same spot at home so I know RIGHT.WHERE.THEY.ARE. I put them in the same spot in my purse so I KNOW...you know the drill.

We walk out and I go into my purse and NO KEYS.. We search high and low. I go back into church and look in John's classroom, Hunter's classroom, the sanctuary and the lost and found at the welcome center. To which the woman looked at me and said, "Did you check where you were sitting?" Like I was an idiot and she couldn't see I was on the verge. But, I digress..

Oh, forgot to mention, when Sean was helping me look, I could hear him jangling and I said, "Seany, I hear them". To which he replied, "Me too!"

So, I get back from the church and Sean decides to head in all knight in shining armor like. He always says to me, "Good looking but stinky looker." Who could get mad at that?

Well, he walks two paces away from me, puts his hand in his pocket and turns around all chagrined like. Guess where my precious keys were? HIS POCKET THE WHOLE TIME. I just had to say it, "SEAN, DO YOU REMEMBER WHEN I SAID I HEARD THEM?" He just looked at me and said, "sorry wife".

(I gotta forgive him because he is playing Joseph in the VBS play tomorrow night and he has SO MANY lines to learn. He's real nervous. I gave him the keys because we forgot the church beeper in there and he forgot to give them back.)

We had to laugh...

They're sitting in the shadows...

I have two boys and with that, in my mind, comes great responsibility because two boys means two daughters-in-law. I want these women to be just as blessed with their husbands as I am with mine.

I have a husband who is almost like a machine with an almost superhuman resolve when he gets home to get stuff done and spend his time with those whom he loves the most. He helps me prepare dinner, helps me pick up after dinner, reads to one of the boys every night, mows the lawn, I could go on and on. If it was me, I would be screaming for a moment's peace but somehow he laughs through it all and is so content.

Now, during the day I have two children who I worry about. I almost want to check their legs to see if they are broken because they can't pick up the toy that is two feet in front of them! They have to be badgered, cajoled, threatened (sometimes) to clean up after themselves and I feel like these girls are breathing down my necks because I want to give them what I have - a man who loves me and will go out of his way to help me in any way. So, girls, just know I am trying. I will continue diligently to train these precious boys in the best way I know how. I pray they pick up their clothes and help you with dinner. I just can't wait to meet you...

He's got taste...

Conversation between me and Hunter in the car while listening to the AWESOME Glee soundtrack that someone totally AWESOME got me for my birthday:

Me: Hunter, do you like this song?

Hunter: (with a very grumpy face): No, I like Michael Buble...

I love that boy with my whole heart and my whole soul. Hunter, not Michael Buble. Okay, him too....

I've been told...

Here is a little bit of a conversation I had with Hunter the other day:

Me: Come on, Hunter. (Backstory - I was trying to put his shirt on and Hunter always insists on holding a car so that makes it impossible to actually get his hand through the sleeve -)

Hunter: Mama, why are you so crabby?

Me: Hunter, I am not crabby! (actually I really was but did NOT like being called on it..)

Hunter: Mama, YOU ARE CRABBY! (emphasis mine)

Me: Hunter, I am not crabby, you are crabby (yeah, I was really proud of myself for this response - I was really mature at that point..)

Hunter: I am NOT crabby, you are crabby, Mama, now stop!!

And all I could do was laugh because he was right and somehow, some way we have made an environment where Hunter is free to say and speak his mind as he sees fit. I like that. I hope he always feel comfortable within reason to TALK to me. He has a way of, like his Dad, speaking succintly and to the point and I appreciate that. He is only (almost) three yet God used him to bring levity and joy to an otherwise difficult moment. Just another time to thank God for these miracles he has given me...

A Happily Married Woman...

Friday night was the big night. MB, my boyfriend, my big night on the town to see Michael Buble. I talked about it ad nauseum and it was finally here. The day was bittersweet as my grandmother passed away this last week and her funeral and the concert happened to fall on the same day. Such sadness and joy all rolled into one.

But that just like life isn't it?

The seats were great, the company was better and the entertainment was beyond....

But the funniest thing happened to me as I was listening to him sing, as I was experiencing something that I could surely cross off my bucket list, as I was watching this...




All I could think about was him...



You see, every night when I go to bed after Sean, I find his foot and he wraps his toes around my toes and I happily fall to sleep. And as I sat there so tired from the events of the day, I just wanted to feel that foot....

Guess it just goes to show what a happily married woman I really am!