Worried.

As parents, we all worry about our kids.  Sometimes, I wish things could just be easy, but them I remember that all of us have hard parts and easy parts.  Would I really want to trade my problems for someone else's?  Still, I look at my boys and I just want to protect them from ever being hurt or having the realization that not everyone is their friend.

Tired.

I don't like getting up at 6 or 6:30 7 days a week.

Sick.

I can barely think because my head is full of congestion instead of thoughts.  Sam brought home all the kids germs last week, and even though he barely got sick over the weekend, I feel like I could sleep for 30 hours straight.  I hope I'm better soon!

News.

My friend starts chemo this week. I have not cried in a while, but I am still thinking about her all the time.  The doctors seem fairly optimistic about treatment. Now it is time to pray.

Boys.

On the playground, I wonder if the boys are playing WITH him, or running away from him and not letting him catch up. He doesn't know the difference, but it hurts MY feelings.

Potty!

Today, Sam finally peed in the potty. He just said he had to go, walked in, and did it. Later, he peed on the floor again. But this is such a huge step. I am so proud.

One Down.

My Mom brought Sam a bouquet of Dahlias at the bus stop to celebrate the first week of school being so successful.  He gave them to me.  I just wonder how late he'll sleep tomorrow!

Grownup.

Yesterday, I walked the halls of an elementary school full of kids, and it felt completely surreal that I have a kid in school.  Today, I sat with the mom of a friend I've known for 20 years, and talked and thought about how I've crossed this barrier from being one of her friends kids to maybe sort of being her friend too.  Growing up is weird.

School.

Sam starts Kindergarten on Monday. How is it even possible that I have a 5 year old kid? He is so awesome.

Note: Turns out it is not so easy to post every day in a house with no internet and  spotty cell reception. Our internet is getting hooked up Monday.

FUCK.

Stage 4. I can't breathe.

Peace.

I can't relax surrounded by all these boxes and mess. It jumbled my mind. I can't wait to be in the new house, relax, then come back later to finish.

Packing.

Oh my God.  I hate packing.  I hate packing SO much.  How is it possible that there are so many boxes already packed, and so much STUFF still left?!

Women.

A few hours with friends can be so nourishing to the soul.  When I'm stressed or feeling lonely, spending time with the women in my life who support me and get me makes such a world of difference.