Wornoutwoman

Today was one of those days where even though you hold your head up high, the stress from the weeks past takes its toll. If you've been reading me at all, you know that my husband's work schedule has been more than crazy...mine too. Some days your body and mind just say enough! I woke up today and I think if I had time, it would be a day I'd take just for me, but unfortunately, I don't have the time. I writing this on the fly before I head out the door for a full day of work calling on clients while still having some personal things to take care of. To give you some background, yesterday was amazing and I will post on it another day this week...but I injured my knee twice in the same spot. The swelling has gone down today, but it left a very large contusion. It looks like two bruises that overlap each other. Well, basically that's what it is. Last night was the first night of full sleep I've had in two weeks, and what a blessing that was. I slept s

I took a nap...I had too. I allowed my son to watch a movie that was PG for the first time, so you'd think I'd stay up to monitor as much as I've got on my soapbox on this blog about kids and movies. I tried staying up to watch it with him, but my eyes just couldn't make it. My husband's work schedule is always crazy, but lately, it's more than that. Hmmm...this used to be about my wornoutness due to my schedule and now it's from his plus mine. My husband's erratic schedule has caused some interruptions in my sleep, to say the least. So when my son and I were on the soft comfy couch, the kind that sucks you in when you sit...it was too good to be true. My five-year-old woke me up once to make him popcorn and it was like dragging a 100-pound weight to open my eyelids and even harder to make myself get up and walk to the kitchen. After the movie was over, I woke up to silence. I didn't see my son anywhere and I wondered how long he'

Okay, so my family is heading to Hawaii, more specifically...Maui, in July for a family wedding. I was raised on Oahu, so we're stopping over there first to see family I haven't seen since 1995. My son is the same age, five yrs, that I was when I lived there the first time. My auntie and uncle couldn't make it to Oklahoma for my wedding and haven't met my other half. So I can't wait to introduce them to my family and take tons of pics of my son in the same places I mugged at....like my school, St. Anthony's...a private Catholic school...the banyan tree in the park... You get the point. It'll be nice to have some family time where I grew up. We'll have a few days at my aunt's house and then head to Maui to stay with my in-laws in a house off the beach before we see my brother in law get hitched to the most adorable girl. She's an amazingly beautiful girl, who we all just love. Here's my dilemma (other than finances). We're go

I took this from my phone, so it's not the best quality but I couldn't resist posting anyway. Vocally, Jon sounded better than I remember, plus he's in great shape. The man never stopped for over two hours. He shook, rocked and rolled on stage while remembering his fans in every way. I got a guitar pick from one of his staff members that roamed through the crowd, looking for certain individuals from the stage. I guess I didn't have the look he was going for because all night he stood right in front of me and picked people right around me to go to the sides of the stage, where they had risers set up for these individuals. He gave them all these guitar picks...so I thought heck at least I can do is ask him if I can have an extra. He was gracious enough to give me one. I would have loved to go side stage...but my seats were so good that I felt as if I already was. We were on the front row at the edge of the ice rink. So we were up one level from those on

Yesterday,  Larry Lee Lenson , my son's hermit crab passed on. My son went to the bathroom, where Larry's cage sits, to fill the sink with bottled water for his bath and noticed that he was 'dangly.' He carried Larry to me saying, "Mommy, his legs dangling funny." Well, his little hermit crab body had fallen apart. It was clear that part of him was in the cage while the rest still sat in his shell for all to see. I quickly took him from my son and tried to hide the part of him in his cage with the water sponge. I didn't want to totally traumatize my little boy when it was obvious to us both that Larry was dead. What do you say except the truth in this type of instance? He asked me what was happening to his crab, and I wasn't going to lie. I gave him the truth...that Larry's heart stopped beating and he, in fact, was dead. Although my son takes everything in stride - he is still an extremely compassionate little guy. I knew he was inte

This morning both my son's soccer and T-ball games were canceled due to the torrential downpour we've had this week. The skies are finally clear but the fields aren't. My husband had some early morning errands this morning, so it was just me and my son at home. Around 6:30 a.m. I heard him shuffle into the bathroom to go pee, and then he shuffled on down to my room. My son's never been one, knock on wood, to crawl in our bed at night or sleep with us...but every once in a while if it's an early morning he'll just want to finish that last hour of sleep with us. Today was one of those days. He crawled up on my side, even though my husband's side was empty. We have a huge King bed, but my son crossed the room to the side, where I occupied to crawl over me. He's always got to have contact. He's the baby that when he first popped out, and the doctor laid him on my chest...he instantly just nuzzled. He loves to snuggle. This morning was no

This time of year has hints of spring, and then the cold weather and the tornadoes storm in. Right now it's stormy with threats of tornadoes, so I manipulated this nice spring sunset to show signs of storms in play. This was taken at Lake Hefner in OKC, which is one of my favorite places at sunset.

Today is the day. My son gets to meet his Soccer coach and his T-ball coach this morning! It doesn't quite feel like Spring until he's in his soccer jersey running the field, well that and the frigid weather makes it not so springy. Is that a word? I think it's going to be better for me than him. Being cooped over the winter was harder than usual this year because he's gained another year and not as easily entertained. I can't just put a toy in front of him and expect him to marvel like he did when he was tiny. Now it's whining, "I want to doooo something" or "When can we go outside?" When that doesn't produce anything fun, it becomes silly name-calling or crying fits out of boredom to push my buttons. What he doesn't realize is that the silly name-calling gets to be worse. "Hey, Mrs. Jiggly Pens...whatcha doing?" What the? A) What kind of name is that? and B)'NO woman wants to be called Jiggly anyt