This is my life in a nutshell. Fast-paced and busy one minute. Slow and boring the next. Complete with the daily dramas of the Dennis-the-Menace style Kid, the husband who wants to be in the Armed Forces again after years as a civilian, with me in the middle hanging on for dear life!
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Monday, May 5, 2008
Who? Me???
OKay, last night, it was a little later than I normally allow Evan to stay up. But he seemed to be having trouble winding down for bed, and since it was not a school night...
I decided we were going to play for a while. Well here is the thing. Evan has been collecting those die-cast Cars movie cars. He almost has all of them, except that they came out with more. Let me just say that his collection was not easy to build. Most stores carry the main characters. So anytime we were away from home for whatever reason, I would look at stoes to see if they had different ones. So we have built that collection a car at a time. There are now about 30 characters. And I take it personally when they come up missing. So while in his room, we notice some are gone. I went into his playroom to look...
Oh. My. God. I could not even open the door. His playroom is just that: HIS PLAYROOM. It is stuffed to the maximum capacity with any toy a little boy could possibly want. About once a week, we go in there and reorganize, dust and vacuum. The rest of the week, it remains Evan's little area where he can be sloppy and play without betting barked at by adults. That is the point of the room. I was just in there 2 days before. It was spotless.
So I pull Evan out of his bedroom and force him to help me clean the room so toys don't get broken by being stepped upon. And the entire time, he is blaming the mess on his little fiend that comes over to play. As in SHE did it all.
It would have been possible if I would not have stopped anf thought about his remarks. I cleaned it Friday. Well, John and I did. But he was grounded Friday afternoon because his father was displeased with the way he was treating the belongings that cost so much money. Plus he had gotten mouthy with his father whle outside playing. So there have been no children in the house since the room was cleaned.
So when did my baby learn to lie and blame his actions on others? I don't like it one bit!
I am a wife, full-time registered respiratory therapist, mom. When this challenge didn't prove to be substantial enough, I became a pre-med student. I hope to become a pulmonologist sometime before I reach retirement age! I have an addiction to science and expensive handbags, am loyal to a fault, and am the most driven person you will ever meet.
To laugh often and much; To win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; To earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; To appreciate beauty; To find the best in others; To leave the world a bit better. whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition; To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived; This is to have succeeded.
"We Have Lived and Loved Together" Charles Jeffreys
We have lived and loved together Through many changing years; We have shared each others' gladness And wept each others' tears; I have known never a sorrow That was long unsoothed by thee; For thy smiles can make a summer Where darkness else would be.
Like the leaves that fall around us In autumn's fading hours, Are the traitors' smiles that darken When the cloud of sorrow lowers; And through many such we've known, Love, Too prone alas to range; We both can speak of one love Which time can never change.
We have lived and loved together Through many changing years; We have shared each others' gladness And wept each others' tears. And let us hope the future As the past has been will be: I will share with thee my sorrows, And thou thy joys with me.
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