Remember the moment

Last day of school, early release craziness everywhere you look. Isaac does not disappoint. As we are ready to walk back home he screams "I forgot my water bottle!!!!" We high tail it back across campus to his classroom to grab something I that I am going to pitch in the garbage when we get home because the thing is beat to hell.

Once in the room, in a silent moment, I watch him stop & absorb everything around him & what it has become. All that is left is blank desks, boxes, bags of trash & empty walls. It is very clear that the teachers are ready for summer as much as the kids are. I know I would be.

He looked at me said "this has been a great room."

I stop & think to myself without tearing up...are you sure you are only 6.

We leave.

Walking back across campus we see a HUGE mass of students, older students, 8th grade students. Huddled together in the 95 degree heat like penguins trying to survive the winter.

"Arms all in" a taller boy yells. Like an episode of Saved by the Bell the arms go in & a huge roar of "8th graders" rings out across campus.

I could not help but smile & be moved by what I had just witnessed. This was at least 30 plus students, most of them with tears in their eyes. Every size, color, make & model you could put into the mix. All friends who just wanted to cherish that time & live in that moment that would carry them to the next phase of their sweet young lives.

Ahhh to be young again & live so freely with such raw emotion. Adults forget that or it gets beat out of us.

Today reminded me to remember that feeling. Embrace moments & see how great they can truly be.

miss you

You are here waiting patiently & I love you for that. Unconditional love & no matter how long I stay away you are here for me to speak to, no questions asked.

I love you bloggie-poo.

Please know that I have not forgotten you. I think about you all the time. It just seems that lately I need to find that time in my day to reconnect.

Reconnect & realign any & all that has gone just slightly off kilter the past 2 weeks.

THIS WEEK I AM GOING TO RECONNECT & REALIGN to
tracking points & losing those last 5lbs
not eating portions the size of Texas
not drinking for 14 hours straight in 1 day
my sweet hot yoga
the gym
my eye brow waxer

3 beds

A typical day for me is up between 4:00 & 5:00 logged in & working shortly there after. Why you ask? I'm a morning person & the more I get done before my day actually starts the better.

Jeri leaves the house around 6:10 & the munchkins are up anytime between 6:00 & 7:00. 7:00 if I am lucky. After getting everyone ready & breakfast (either at home or at daycare depending on the conference all schedule that morning) I usually arrive home around 8:00 or 8:30 to officially "start my day".

I have the best of both worlds...move over Hanna Montana cuz you got nothing on me. I have the wonderful opportunity to be able to work out of my house which allows me to bring one of my all time favorite things to do in the whole world a reality.

MULTI-TASKING!!!!

I love being able to crank out work for a job I love then turn around and get a load of wash done & empty the dishwasher between calls or tasks. It keeps our house going & allows me to actually "play" on the weekends.

Another blog will be about how Jeri might be the luckiest man alive to come home to pretty much everything done but he does his share & is always willing to jump in when asked. Not to mention he did it all for 8 years while not working out of the house when I had my old job.

Anywhoo...the reason for today's little note...I hit a cross roads & realized I now might need professional help.

Every morning when I'm getting the kids ready I make beds. Beds are always made in our house & everything is always put away. I attribute this ridiculous personal tick to me being in the house all day & never doing well with lots of clutter.

Well this morning I was busy & the beds did not get made. No biggie in the grand scheme of things. I got the kiddos to school/daycare, made my morning calls & had a cup of Joe w/ Jo.

So when I got home I still did not make the beds. I then decided that today I would not make beds...a free day so to speak. Lets be crazy & not make beds!! Yes, I am aware I am the lamest person alive but I love me anyway.

Well it started to grow on me over the past few hours & although I have been busy in my day in the back of my mind those damn beds are going unmade!

Ugggghhhh. Let it go!!! I think to myself followed by an immediate SUPERFREAK!!!

Then it started to feel like I was slacking. Like I couldn't manage my life & the whole balance of my orderly world might come to a grinding halt if I don't make 3 f-ing beds. If I slack here what is next...wash, meals, picking up the kiddos, exercise, work deliverables, it would be pure madness.

To avoid any such tragedy, I made all of the beds.

Every now & then I find yummy tid bits along my path & feel the need to share. I did not capture the author of this statement but it moved me enough to write it down & I just recently came across it again.

Thank you Real Simple Magazine for sending love & making the art of easy-peesy seem totally reachable.


"Love does not consist of gazing at each other but in looking outward together in the same direction."