Being Mom

Some days, many in fact, are challenging. I won't lie to you. There are times, lately, I envision myself on a warm beach somewhere...anywhere, 

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I don't seem to care, drinking a virgin pina colada. And as one ends, the beach waiter (like in Mexico) brings me another. I just sit there, doing nothing. Not even reading. Just enjoying the sun on my skin and the drink in my hand. I'm just me for awhile. 

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No one yelling my name to get me this, or asking where is that, or blaming me for something they couldn't do on their own and, for some unknown reason beyond my understanding, I should'v known and been there to help, prevent mistakes or make things work out. But then reality hits.

 I'm back in my own busy, chaotic, hectic, crazy, on call 24/7 life. And I realize, that if I did leave, I might never return, 

                            and how that would be a shame. Because truly. 

          I'm where I want to be. I'm happy being Mom. No matter what that entails.

She Wears Curlers

 Is that a song? She wears Curlers? If it isn't, it ought to be. Sounds like a good one to play when a girl's getting ready, huh? The other day we I found some velcro type curlers at the thrift store. If you know me well, you know I love a good thrift shop trip. I found them so cheap, all of them were there, and they looked like they may have been used once. So for about 2 whole bucks, I got 'em.

                                                  Alyssa had said she wanted to try them.

 I thought Steve was going to roar with laughter when he walked by the bathroom and saw what I was doing.

The next thing I knew, he was showing me an old "for strength of youth" pamphlet that said that girls shouldn't leave the house wearing hair rollers. He was laughing because of how times have changed. 

 I have to admit it brought back memories of Sunday nights as a child. We would sit and watch love boat as my mother would roll my hair in sponge rollers. If they came out in the night, I would walk to her room in the dark to re-roll them. She was amazing! 

The girls got impatient with the process and asked for me to take them out before they ever dried, so I don't have any "after pix" for you. Let's just say, I don't think they will be doing it again. Sponge rollers are much nicer. (These ripped the hair upon removal-accompanied with a lot of screaming and crying. Poor girls!). 

I gotta say, though, it was worth the pictures! 

What They Say Wednesday

"I spy my little eye, Apple Jacks!"

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