And it's kicking butt.
(I think perhaps this child was adopted. I can't be SURE, but that's what I'm going with. Thank you, Sasha. )
Well, that and a WHOLE lot 'a bunnies. (And curiously, they keep multiplying...)
Try to keep a straight face when this is what greets you each morning....
Oh my Lord I can't take it. (Can you tighten your abs from laughing? CAN YOU? Cause if so, I am golden...)
Oh hell, don’t worry. Most days I’m getting better and better at telling her to pack up my troubles and get on her way.
Completely and utterly random crap that means practically nothing. (Oh, and some great, great shoes.)
So, in honor of all that is crazy I am posting things I am obsessed with from PINTEREST (Oh my God, don't get me started. IN fact, I've given Pinterest a time -out for the night) and some kick-@$$ shoes that have been walking into my room as of late.
And one pair MIGHT have been worn by the teacher. (Thank you, Bitchy, for convincing me that YES, fashion hurts, but it's the price we pay for looking stinking good.)
Now, I'm off to blow off steam with some fellow teachers at a particularly lovely watering hole. Don't wait up...
(And yes, I have money for a taxi. Thanks for asking...)
I wanted to schedule a c-section, but they talked me out of it. (Had one ANYWAY. Won't say I told you so...but.....)
I pray each night that I have at least a gazillion more of those moments.
Always remember that life is crazy and unpredictable, and the moment you get comfortable with what you are wearing- something incredible will happen to change your mind. Never, ever plan too far ahead cause God will laugh and THROW a wrench into it.
Please always be strong, follow your heart and remember this- the way you treat others is the way that you will be treated. And while you might think that your path is painful, others are going through something that you can't imagine, and it might explain why they are a bit crankier than you.
I love you Sassy. More than you will ever, EVER know. (Oh, except when you have a Sassy of your very own; only then will you know. Only then. )
Body Odor + Ravenous Teens + Seventy Degree Weather + Chaos + Air Soft Weapons of Mass Destruction = An incredible day.
(My lovely friend Anne nominated my post The Hurt (in) the Closet over at BlogHer for one of the Voices of the Year. The authors of the chosen posts read them aloud at the conference. It is a very moving portion of the weekend... If you are so inclined, you can vote....)
Sometimes- well MOST of the time, you need to let your heart remember what it was like. (And then do it.)
In fact, I would expect nothing less of any child of mine.