I think I need more sleep

Tuesdays are always busy for us. Both boys go to school, then Three needs a ride to preschool. N and I run errands during the two hours she is there. We get all our grocery shopping done during that time. Can't believe what a luxury it is to go to the store and not take any kids. We get to multiple stores, it's great.
When I woke up, I felt that I had enough sleep. Now, later in the day, I think I was wrong. The busy afternoon got to me. I came home with Three from preschool and enjoyed some time with her. We read books and got the mail. Flyers came in the mail, one with coupons for the dollar store. I needed some birthday cards to get in the mail and decided that going to the dollar store before picking up the boys from school would take just enough time to fill the rest of the afternoon. I was positive my trip would be a success. My first clue should have been when I got in the car and thought it was later than what the clock said. We went to the store and found some things we needed. I was proud to use the coupons from the flyer. We don't use coupons much, unless they come to us. I do not get the paper or find coupons. It seems to be more work and a waste. We don't read the paper, waste to get it just for the coupons. Most coupons in the paper, I will not use. I have been buying the generic brand for many things and do not purchase name brand anymore.
Back to my dollar store trip, we get to the check out. We are happy with our trip. Three found some new hair ties and I got the whole family tooth brushes. I found a new brand of dried fruit I wanted to try along with some kids flossers. I also found a new facial cleanser to buy. It was on sale and I had an extra coupon that came in a booklet in the easy ups we bought earlier today. I asked the clerk if it would work on the cleanser, not knowing if the dollar store would take the coupon. She had to call someone to help her figure it out. Then she tried my other coupons, after the other clerk had already left. They did not work. The other clerk comes back and tells me I am at the wrong dollar store.
I wanted to cry. Here I was, trying to save and wasted my time and effort. She asked if I still wanted the stuff, I felt as though I had to say yes. People were waiting in line behind me. It took her long enough to get my first coupon situation figured out, I didn't know how long it would take to return everything. I walked out with all my items. I was so disappointed in myself.
My conclusion, never shop while tired. Get more sleep. Check with N before I head out to the dollar store. He drove up just as we were leaving. Not that he would have known I was heading to the wrong dollar store, but at least I wouldn't have only myself to blame.
This next part of my story, I am not sure I should publish. The ride home, I was frustrated with myself. Three is in the back seat trying to open her fruit snacks and I hear her say something. I thought maybe I was hearing things. I ask her what she just said, her response "nothing." Then I hear her again. She is saying dammit. Oh boy. I did not say it after the frustrating time I just had. She remembered it from somewhere. Seemed to be out of the blue. So...on with the show!
Once we were all home, N made me feel thankful. He helped Six with his school work. Now he is playing chess with them in the living room. We will eat soon and then Six has soccer. I have to teach RE later with Zinnia. Tuesdays are one of our busiest days.
We should all sleep good tonight.

Fall is here

We had a very cold, windy soccer game today. First one our team has lost. I think the cold kept them from being aggressive. Now I have a sore throat and am ready for bed. It's only 5:30, what will we do? Red soup and grilled cheese to eat. They already had baths today. PJ's and maybe movie night?
Pizza night was a success with Tulip and RW. They had the great idea to play Disney bingo. Kids loved it. Next time I think we are going to try a story time before we depart. A little structure at the end may help the separation. They love playing together and never want it to end.
Tulip and I planned to watch a movie tonight, but I think I will get myself to bed early and try to shake this achy feeling. Haven't had enough sleep this week, this is the result.
More to come...Two soccer games tomorrow, both at 1 o'clock.

The First Lost Tooth

Six has had a loose tooth since the first day of school. I was shocked to see how much of the second tooth was already coming through. It worried me that we couldn't get the loose tooth to come out. I scheduled a dentist appointment to get it out. The morning of the appointment, N tells me the tooth is hanging there. I said, we better get it out and save ourselves on paying for a dental visit. N takes an apple upstairs to Six and tries to get him to take a bite. Six, who fears almost all fruit, is scared and refuses. Eventually, he is talked into it and all smiles when he comes downstairs, prize in hand! Apparently, the deal was he could spit the apple into the toilet if he did it. It was not until much later, that I learned the entire story and saw the rejected apple slice in the toilet. Guess in all the excitement, they neglected to flush.
He came home from school and said his teacher told him "Congratulations!" Another proud moment on Nuthatch.

Soccer

We had to pick a name for our team. Everyone under six wants to be sharks. Not sure where it came from, but they wanted to be the bull sharks. I didn't know what to think. Here were a bunch of little boys chanting bull sharks on the field! Another boy mentioned Fireball. I tried to stear them towards Tiger Sharks. Eventually, I put it to a vote Fireball or Tiger Sharks. Two wanted Fireball, one didn't even want to vote, the rest were for Tiger Sharks. We became the Tiger Sharks.
Six had a game tonight. First one N could come to. It was fun, but Three and Five were trouble. Why do they have to act up at the game? I really do not want to bring them next time. I don't think it will be a problem though, both boys have games at the same time this weekend. Three will be with her new friend Miss Jordan.

Pay it forward really works

After nights like tonight, all I can say is how thankful I am for the wonderful people in my life. Pay it forward is so very true to life. Zinnia helped me out tonight by taking Three during soccer practice. A team mate's dad emailed me today asking if he could come to our house for a half hour after soccer. I said yes, no problem. When he picked up his son, he was thankful for what we did. When Zinnia brought Three back, I was thankful for what she did. It all comes around.
On another note, kids speak the truth. Their innocent minds have a way of telling it like it is. Well, my boys are proud of many things in our home. They were so happy to point out a few to their new friend. It's always exciting when someone new comes to your house. You get to show your things, it's fun. Our high points are bunk beds, Lego's and a fish tank. Other things, not so important. N made them popcorn and we had little Sunny D's or Yoohoos. All boys seemed satisfied.
We have an are in the kitchen that holds papers, phone charger, etc. We have no home phone so when referring to this area, I have been not sure what to call it. I send children to retrieve objects, I want to say by the phone or by the radio. I decided this week to call this counter my desk. It clarifies where they can find certain things. Today, Six happily points out to our guest that area of our counter is "the desk." He also shared his spelling cards.
Our couch is driving me crazy. The seat part has some pills on it and is getting worn out. As much as I didn't want to put a blanket or towel down, today I decided to just do it. I have a green blanket almost the same color as the couch. I put it down, and wouldn't you know, both boys think its great. So great in fact that they point it out to their new friend too.
And that was our night, soccer practice was the best ever. We played a scrimmage against the team we played on the weekend. It was great fun. All the kids, running out on the field together trying to get the ball, exactly they way it should be. They had fun and everyone was involved. They did not seem to be as intimidated as they are at games. It was the most fun I have had yet at practice. The boys are getting better each time we are at the soccer fields.
Three was very grown up tonight. She road to her friends house and ate with them, came home in pj's ready for bed. You could see the pride in her face, returning with three pumpkins in tow didn't hurt either. Our kids are growing up. It is great to see the changes in them. I think of what it was like this time last year and wonder how we made it. 18th of September marked 11 years since the night N and I met. Just keeps getting better and better.

What a productive day!

Today is Saturday. Started out questionable. Kids got into some things they weren't supposed to. I was not happy. After realizing the level of frustration was too high, I got myself on the elliptical as fast as I could. I love it. Time to myself, get it all out. I skipped yesterday and that is why kids breaking a simple rule put me into orbit. Thankfully I got my workout done and the rest of the day went along just great. I was able to clean the bathrooms and start laundry before the babysitter came to stay with Three. Five and Six were almost dressed and ready for our soccer game at 1. We were there on time.
I had to coach solo since my assistant coach was working. I was nervous, but it went very well, at least that is what the parents keep telling me. There was a fine mist throughout the game. Didn't slow our team down one bit! We're not supposed to keep score, but our boys scored lots. Poor Five let in a ball for the other teams first point. He did take a kick to the hand when he was goalie. I was proud of him. Today was the first game he really played and didn't complain. He probably had the least amount of playing time, but I think he was OK with that. He gets better each time we go to the soccer fields.
Six has a game tomorrow. It is supposed to rain. We shall see.
Once we got home, I switched the laundry and decided I should cook. A trip to Pat's (our grocery store), and we were cooking alright! I made two lasagnas, one meat stuffed manicotti, one large tray of small meatballs, and one large tray of big meat balls. Mashed potatoes, gravy and corn were for tonight, along with the large meatballs. My kids love that meal. We had it with Great Auntie B in MN. Six was talking about that meal. It was memorable. Three remembered that Grandma and Uncle D came with us. Six referred to it as a "special dinner." He said over and over what a great cook she was. I smiled. It pleases me to hear he has such fond memories of that time. I only wish we still lived there to make those memories more often than once a year.
I am left with two loads of laundry to fold and a few dishes to wash. I was finally able to sit down and get my blood born pathogens tutorial done. Hopefully they will call me to substitute sometime soon. I need to get business cards printed up and bring them to the ladies at the school. That's my plan to get phone calls. I hope it works.
Thanks to good kids, they got to go to the movie store after Pats. Movies in, PJ's on and we are having a quiet night.
Tomorrow, apple sauce muffins! The younger two start Sunday school tomorrow. It will be just Six and I at mass for awhile. Should make for a relaxing morning. Our manicotti is will be done and ready for the oven! Hopefully we can do something fun with N after work. Didn't do homework on Friday night though. Library books to read, a poster for Six to do. He aced his first spelling test on Friday. I was so proud. New words this week. We better start practicing.
I have a good movie to watch tonight. They are almost ready for bed.
At the end of the day, Three is standing behind me as I type, telling me I need a ponytail because my hair "looks awful". How sweet. And to think, I thought I was having an OK hair day considering a rainy soccer game.

Pizza Night!

So far, I am enjoying our new schedule. We are busy, but not too busy. Boys are excited about soccer and Three has done alright with her new friend our babysitter. One of my favorite new traditions is Pizza Night with the neighbors. I have not come up with a clever name for them yet, but they have been the answer to my prayers. After such a lonely year, I was so thankful to have a family move into the neighborhood with kids the same age. They have become very good friends and we are able to enjoy many activities together. Last week we ordered pizza, this week we made it. We bought a great crust and put fresh tomatoes from Zinnia's garden, spinach, green pepper, onion and of course cheese. It was so very good. We ended with the kids riding scooters outside for a bit. Couldn't ask for a better Friday night!
I was able to get a coat of stain on my new sewing table. N built it on Tuesday, but I have not had time to work on it until today. For all the ideas I have, I am very thankful to have a talented husband who can make they a reality. Without him, they would just be ideas. I asked him for a table to fit on the landing at the top of the steps. A place where I can leave the machine out and maybe it will get used. I have not done any projects for sometime. The table is looking good. I will need to sand it once more and then get another coat on. My mother brought me a tote of my fabric from many moons ago. I hope to get something cool made.
Soccer games this weekend! I am flying solo on Saturday with Five. A parent who is also a coach has offered to help me. Thankfully! Sunday Six is up! Should be fun. His team is pretty good and fun to watch. I will have to try to get some pictures on here one of these days.

Sittin On the Dock of the Bay

That song came on while on my hands and knees washing the kitchen floor. Love the way music can change the feel in the room. You can be tired and want to quit, but get the right song and you can keep going. I almost didn't wash the floor. It needed it, but I was tired. A nice relaxing tune and the floor was clean.
I am amazed the reaction Five has to music. He can keep a beat too. If there is a song he likes, he can't help but move. I think he may bring back break dancing. He spins on the floor and that is what I think of, break dancing. On Wednesday he came home and said he didn't have the best day. He didn't get to do the thing he wanted to outside, someone hit him on the playground and when he opened his cookies at snack time, they flew all over the place. When I picked him up from school today it was cold. Everyone coming out of the school were in pants. Some were in tshirts, but most had their sweatshirts on. Then comes five, Star Wars shirt tucked into his red gym shorts. No sweatshirt, no worries. I shared with his teacher that my instructions to Five were, when the teacher says he has to start wearing pants to school, we had to listen. The teacher said he will tell Five to wear pants starting tomorrow. I don't know how he would have survived if we still lived in Texas, the boy can not get sweaty, EVER. Since it was raining today, he did not get to play outside. After school, we played with the neighbors in the driveway. The mother commented on how brave Five can be. Just after our discussion of him being fearless, we see him board a little car. Her son is sitting safely in the drivers seat. Five is on the hood. Down Mr. C's driveway they go! They were going a pretty good speed and hit the curb across the street. All I could see was Five's little butt fly forward and land flat on the grass. He was so proud. I told him he better get a helmet and knee pads.
Three told me over and over today that she played with all the things she likes at preschool today. We brought cupcakes to celebrate her birthday. Poor girl was confused for awhile when it was actually her birthday. We had many celebrations in August and September since we made a trip to MN during those times. She is getting to be so big and such a sweet girl. She has been sleeping in her big girl bed ever since Grandma left.
Six has his first spelling test tomorrow. We have been writing the words in a book all week long. He knows them and this time I am not worried. We will see how things go as the spelling lists get more difficult. Something happened today between him and a teacher. She was supervising the indoor recess and he had not retrieved his lunch on time. When he went to go get it, she sent him back, or something like that. Anyway, he shared this with me in the car on our way home. I guess he cried. An email may need to clarify the situation. This is the first time I have heard something like this from him. He likes school, but the day can be so long. The week gets long too. Hopefully after awhile, it will get better. Last year it seemed to be rough for the first two weeks.
I can hear kids outside still and it is near bedtime. Mothers telling them to get their coats on. Mine are ready for bed thankfully. Time to read books and practice those spelling words one more time.

One Full Tuesday

Today was Three's official first day of preschool. Five had requested a ride to school, but later declined. He just wanted to be picked up instead. Boys out the door and just the girl remained. We thought all was well, but on the way to preschool, the road was closed. Had to go the long way around and was a little late.
Wasn't sure how it would be dropping our "baby" off at preschool. At first she wanted me to come in with her. I sat for just a few minutes by the play dough table, then gave her a kiss and left. The school had a cart with bagels, spreads, coffee and juices. N and I had some and watched through the window of the classroom. She was doing great. We had some free time to ourselves. Two hours alone! What do we do, run errands. We made it to three different places during that time. Normally, with our group in tow, we are a one stop shop. Anything more is chaos.
When we picked her up, she was so proud of herself. It was great to see her independent and happy. She has not been away from me too much. I was glad to see her confidence.
N made a tuna steak on the grill. It was fantastic. I made a spinach salad with almonds and strawberries, a recipe I received from Zinnia. Later, Three and I went to Zinnia's house to help can tomatoes. N picked up the boys from school and took them for ice cream. Supper and then soccer followed by religious ed. What a day. N had the younger two ready for bed when Six and I got home. Tomorrow we have nothing except school. Three celebrates her bday at preschool on Thursday. Tomorrow we will be making cupcakes.
Goodnight all. Sweet dreams.

Good Monday Morning!

Today was very successful getting the kids out the door. Things were probably easier because Three and I had no where to be once the boys were on the bus. Five requested a ride tomorrow. Three has preschool so we will just all head out. I forsee a challenge ahead. For now, I will enjoy the moment of how smooth this morning was. I made them a "breakfast pizza" today. It consited of crescent rolls with scrambled eggs and cheese. They ate almost the entire 9x13 pan! Six eats really late lunch, I try to as many eggs in him as possible. I make them eggs every morning on school days. I just can't see cereal keeping them statisfied til lunch. Eggs and a clean kitchen before we all go, that is my new goal. I hate leaving a messy kitchen. Almost never leave dishes in the sink, just can't let myself let it go. Neat freak I guess would be the correct word, either that or just certifiable.
I found music recently that I had not heard for a very long time. I put it on my itunes. What a nice way to start out the morning. Some of it is from a CD of familiar songs from church. Others have an Irish twist to them. Most of it is instrumental and very relaxing. Three was happy when I read her three books after the boys left. She has now found something in her room to entertain herself for now. I ordered a new cartoon from blockbuster for her. I plan to let her watch it while I get my workout in. It's one of her favorites so I know she will be patient for at least 30 minutes to get my workout done. My day goes much better after the workout is complete. Then it will be to mow the lawn. Too wet to mow now. I want to do it before N gets home. He is going to build be a sewing table this weekend. At least I hope he will build it this weekend. We also have to stop by the church and decorate a bulletin board before our first religious ed class tomorrow night. All this leaves me with a comforting feeling of being organized and involved. I think a person needs structure and community to feel good. Once again, it comes back to how I felt this time last year, still lost and unhappy from moving here. Change is hard no matter what age you are. Looking forward, today is going to be a great day!

One Hour a Week, why is it so difficult?

Church is my subject this fine afternoon. We go, almost every weekend. We did miss a few this summer, but not many. It is quite the task to get three kids ready, plus myself, and out the door for an hour + service. I love going. I makes my week so much better. We have gotten to know more people in the parish. It is starting to feel like we are really a part of this community. My good friend Zinnea usually comes with us. She has a Six and Twin Fours. She is a "Mother On The Same Level and Same Situation" or MOTSLASS for short.
Spending that time together makes for a great Sunday afternoon. We usually follow up from church with lunch together. It is just what I was looking for after moving here. Sundays are hard without family around. Things seemed so lonely on Sundays. My challenge is that N works on Sundays. Every Sunday. Church is all on me. We have no opportunity to go together. He works Saturday nights too. I really struggled with this last year. I would work hard to get everyone out the door, but some days it seemed impossible. It would end with us not going and I would find myself in tears being so angry at how the morning had turned out. A year later, things are better. The kids are older now and listen better. My challenge now is getting them to act their age during mass. Six does very well, but sometimes complains. Five is getting there, but today almost put me over the top. He was irritated at whatever comment I gave him, put his head down when I did and wound up smashing his head into my nose. It hurt so bad. I thought maybe it would give me a bloody nose. Then Three starts saying with a loud voice, "I am thirsty!" Over and over all while Fr. is consecrating the host. I took them all out. I was so disappointed. It is one hour a week. Why can't we make it through? Five is too old to cause trouble. I remember being in church at his age and it was just what we did. I am not sure how to get that established with this group. Part of what helped when I was a kid was that we were in parochial school. That is not an option for us. It was getting better each time we went, but now we have had a series of rough patches. Guess it needs reflection and prayer by all parties. As a result of the behavior, the legos and ponies were taken away for the week. In the past, that has proven to be just the right motivation to behave. Time will tell. The hard part is that Six behaved and why should he miss out on legos, but they can't be out or Five will want to play too. I gave Six a new lego magazine issue to read when the other two were sitting in their room as punishment. He seemed pleased with that reward.
This afternoon, Zinnea came with her kids for lunch. It was a nice way to spend our afternoon. The kids play so well together. We haven't seen them for awhile. She helps keep me on track. We had a movie night together this summer with some other moms in town. Spending time with moms helps so much, can't believe what it does to my mentalitly. I am able to deal with the children much better after having a conversation with an adult who completely gets what I am talking about.
We will continue to work on our One Hour a Week and see how it goes. Next week will be different though, Five and Three will be in Sunday school during mass. I have high expectations for Sunday school this year. There are new teachers. I hope they learn a lot and enjoy it.
Now to decide whether to mow the lawn or not. It would free up time for N this week. He got some wood to build me a new sewing table. I am very eager for that project to be finished. I have a list of ideas for sewing projects. I want to wait to get started once the table is done. There hasn't been space for me to sew since we lived in Texas. We will see what kind of results come from a newly organized craft space!

The First Soccer Game

N and I did our coach work last night, made out a list of who will play and when. We thought we had it all figured out. We were down to six players, one boy would not be there. We wanted to make it all fair. He even figured out the minutes per player for the game. We were set.
Upon our arrival, we think it's all good and two players don't show up. Just before we start one comes, but doesn't want to get on the field. I was so worried about losing track of time and not switching players, turns out we only had enough to play. Five did alright, but did walk out because he is stubborn. The other boys surprised us with some great moves. One who I thought might join Five, didn't and played almost the whole game. He was great! Six was restless and bored on the sidelines. We have to remember something to entertain him next time. Three stayed home with the neighbor girl. They had a great time.
It rained right when Six' game started. He was a trooper. He played great and had fun. All smiles when he was done. We came home with a very happy boy. We may have a future in soccer afterall. I wasn't sure how excited they would be about it. Now to relax for the rest of the weekend. : )

Getting Out the Door

Mornings are busy this time of year. Today was the first we had to have both boys out the door early, then the girl to preschool orientation. We were on a roll, heading the right direction. I managed to get them fed well, clean and on time to everything. It wasn't until I was home after noon that I discovered I had done it all with only one earring in! Could have been worse I guess.
We will see how the rest of our month goes!

Screaming Banshee

I try not to yell. I try to have patience, but at the end of the week, it is inevitable. It's Friday night, the end of our first week of school. Looking back, we did alright. I can't help but see where I made mistakes and question myself. The nights we were home after school, had nothing planned, things went smoothly. Soccer practice Thursday night was a bit much. Tonight we did pizza with the neighbors. All was well til we got home and Five struggled. I struggled with him. He insisted on a bath, even though this was the one night I thought we could skip it. I got the bath ready, but he still was not listening. Through all the frustration, I did not realize why this was so hard. He was at school all day and that has been an adjustment. He was doing very well with it, the difficult bath times didn't occur to me to be from school starting. I guess I have to not do so much. This session of soccer is the first sport the boys have done ever. It maybe wasn't the best idea to start it with Five starting Kindergarten too. Add being a coach on top of it, and maybe we are getting maxed out. I keep telling myself soccer is only 6 weeks, it's starting to seem longer. This time of year last year, we were pretty lonely. I used to dred Friday nights. We would be home alone. N would be at work. We didn't know many people. Now that we do, the weekends are easier. Walking over to the neighbors tonight, I was so thankful to have them as our friends. They moved in the winter months. We have become very close. Their kids are the same age as ours. The children all get along. It was just what we needed to make living in Michigan feel good.
So, back to doing too much. I tried to fit in a skype session with G & G. It works best for one kid to go at a time. Five wasn't listening and spilled coke all over the file cabinet. At that exact moment, N called. It was too much. I cut everything off. Skype, the phone and set everyone to their beds. What a learning experience this has been for me. It is hard to stay focused with so many distractions.
I would love to say tomorrow will be different, but our first soccer games are tomorrow. Guess after tomorrow, my focus will be on staying at home.
After I fetched Theresa (Three's new doll) from the basement, all is quiet in our house. I can hear the sounds of the football game coming through my window. The band, annoucer, cheering of the crowd, all make me think of games in our small MN town. Great memories. Amazing how the high school sports can bring the town together.
I was happy to see someone will read this. I hope to continue and that someone enjoys it. Thanks for the FB comments.
Thanks for listening. Happy reading!

Soccer Practice

Six had his second practice. He is so happy to play and excited. I felt bad, we didn't have a size 4 ball. I finally was able to pick one up today, but forgot it at home in the chaos of leaving the house. Five and Three were throwing fits and the ball was left behind. Thankfully we live close to the fields and I was able to go home with Five and Three to get it. There it sat on the front porch. We brought it back to the fields and Six was happy. He had a great practice. My experience on the other hand, not quite so pleasant. Three would not go potty before we left the house. Of course as soon as we get settled with our blanket, bucket of dinosaurs and books, she needs to use a facility. We are at a soccer field, only thing there are two green boxes. I get her inside, she freaks and says she doesn't have to go anymore. Can you say bladder infection? I take her back to the car and put her in a pullup (just in case). She keeps it dry the whole practice. Five and Three get a little annoying and interrupt a conversation between me and another parent. They appear to be a little rude, but not too bad; just enough to irritate me. Our arrival at home was chaos. Took them awhile to get in the house. Started a bath, but no takers. Eventually we get the whole bedtime routine done and I am spent. I find inspiration to start this thanks to my friend who is known as Mommy. My wonderful husband comes home from work and brings me a beverage. The football game is on, which normally would irritate me. It is overlooked and I am content. Ready for what comes at me tomorrow. Goodnight!

First day of school

I wasn't sure what to expect this year on the first day of school. We had covered our bases with a foundation. Everyone was told about different experiences they might have that day. Six was cool as a cucumber when he got on that bus. He was able to move to the back, not forced to sit in the front anymore having a year of kindergarten under his belt. Five is a rookie. Struggled to find a spot. Delayed the bus slightly, as did others that first day. We went to the school, not following the bus, but beat it there. They were all smiles getting off the bus. They had a buddy with them, new neighbor, but also a rookie. The rookies stuck together until sent to their teachers. Six said his goodbyes and headed to his classroom. No problem for him. We gave hugs to Five and he too looked to have some confidence in his teacher and parental figures. I walked away feeling that we did our job successfully. They were ready. It wasn't until we were half way across the parking lot that I realized what we had over looked, Three. She began to fuss wanted her Six. No mention of Five. We talked her into a donut and that seemed to please her. She is still getting used to her status as Three.
They came home, as happy as they had left. It was a good day.
Day 2, similar results. Happy boys, ready to settle into this routine. It wasn't until Day 3 that things got hairy. Melt downs from needing to eat quickly to get to soccer ontime. Middle Brother came with a wet backpack. He had brought home his water bottle, open and half full of water. Papers, folder, everything soaked. Later I find out that his lunch box is missing. He also tells me that he still couldn't get his milk open and didn't get to eat all of his gogurt. Oh that is going to be a pleasant discovery. Bus or school locker are my best guesses. We shall see. More to come....

Inspiration

Well my dear friends, this is my second attempt at a blog. We shall see where it takes me. My inspiration comes from a good friend known as "They call me Mommy." She has shared some amazing stories this way, I hope to also.