All morning long, I've been trying to come up with words for today. I've got nothing. Instead, I'm offering up a long moment of silence in honor of those who lost their lives 11 years ago today, as well as those who have been fighting for our freedom ever since. To the brave and true and missed, thank you.
From the bottom of my heart, thank you.
-Ali
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Monday, September 10, 2012
And so it begins...
It's that time of year again. Yellow school buses prowl the streets while red, orange, and almost green leaves cover the yard. There's that chill creeping in that just makes you want to bake something. Halloween decorations are everywhere. Electric bills are climbing down from "holy cow" to "I can actually pay that!"Fall used to be my favorite season.
And now I want to punch it in the child-stealing nose!
My two oldest had their first day of preschool last Thursday. Yeah, sure, this is a momentous occasion I should be savoring. I mean, I'm drinking hot coffee and writing on my blog at 10:30 in the morning. Hot coffee? Quiet house? Baby sleeping in? There's something wrong with this picture!
Where's my writing noise? Most people write to music or a ticking clock. Me? I write to a melody of little running feet and a chorus of "Mom! Momma! Mommy!!!" Without it I'm lost. (Image puppy eyes and a pouty lip here.)
The only upside to this is that the kids adore school! They couldn't wait to go last week, and Zandr woke up at 6am both Saturday and Sunday begging to go. Friends and books and wonderful teachers who give him food? What more can a kid ask for! Kyleigh, on the other hand, wasn't as eager this morning. She wanted me (YES!). The aide literally had to rip her out of my arms. This was so. not. cool! There are no words for that moment. A couple of girls I used to go to school with were talking in the parking lot after the aide shooed me out, and tried to have an adult conversation with me. They took in the fact that I was an emotional train wreck and laughed. "You are such a preschool mom!" said the one. Yes, yes I am.
And now I'm off to wear a hole in the floor whilst I pace. Come on, 3:30!
-Ali
And now I want to punch it in the child-stealing nose!
My two oldest had their first day of preschool last Thursday. Yeah, sure, this is a momentous occasion I should be savoring. I mean, I'm drinking hot coffee and writing on my blog at 10:30 in the morning. Hot coffee? Quiet house? Baby sleeping in? There's something wrong with this picture!
Where's my writing noise? Most people write to music or a ticking clock. Me? I write to a melody of little running feet and a chorus of "Mom! Momma! Mommy!!!" Without it I'm lost. (Image puppy eyes and a pouty lip here.)
The only upside to this is that the kids adore school! They couldn't wait to go last week, and Zandr woke up at 6am both Saturday and Sunday begging to go. Friends and books and wonderful teachers who give him food? What more can a kid ask for! Kyleigh, on the other hand, wasn't as eager this morning. She wanted me (YES!). The aide literally had to rip her out of my arms. This was so. not. cool! There are no words for that moment. A couple of girls I used to go to school with were talking in the parking lot after the aide shooed me out, and tried to have an adult conversation with me. They took in the fact that I was an emotional train wreck and laughed. "You are such a preschool mom!" said the one. Yes, yes I am.
And now I'm off to wear a hole in the floor whilst I pace. Come on, 3:30!
-Ali
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