I think our regular weather is back – for now – and then some. On my way home, I noticed rain and hail on the windshield. The temps are back to the 50s and I have asked myself more than once today if it was really almost June, but it is. I DO live in the Pacific Northwest, where we just put on our coats and sweaters and keep things moving. At least the crops are being watered, right? 
Dear Oklahoma City Area Tornado Victims,
My prayers are with you in your time of loss.
Sincerely,
TJ
I know Mother’s Day is over, but…
The past day or so I’ve been thinking about all of the mothers I meet, friends, my children’s friends’ and classmates’ mothers, mothers of my daughter’s gymnastics class or mothers of my son’s track team. They are lots and lots and lots of women of just about every thinkable background and they all do things a little differently, but they all are doing their best for their kids. I wish it was not so easy for people to look negatively upon situations that don’t occur in their homes. Sometimes mothers are unconventional and sometimes they have a child with special needs and those needs demand that all rules that satisfy society’s ideas about motherhood be thrown out of the window. Most mothers are doing the best they can with what they have. What they have just might be different than what you have or I have.
Happy Mother’s Day!!
This video is so awesome I thought I would share.
The only bad thing about all of these sunny days
is that eventually one gets hot and at around the time one gets hot, other ones are just chomping at the bit to get on their nerves. That happened to me today. I came home from Nat’s first track meet proud, yet roasted and a little tired of telling Max, “Hey, we are over here. Stay over here.” Since that makes me more susceptible to tell people exactly what I am thinking as opposed to the edited, correct and kind version that most people who know me have come to know and love, I’m in my room for a time out.
My daughter just requested chocolate cake.
I don’t blame her. I could use a bit of high calorie comfort myself. Between the pressures of regular Mommy life and all of the insanity going on in the news and the cloudy cold cold (that extra cold was not a typo) rain we are having today, I could use a scoop of ice cream too, come to think of it.
Beyond Words.
Monday afternoon, as I completed my taxes, I was preparing to write about what was going on in my family’s lives, the amount of busy-ness I have going these days with track and gymnastics and zoo stuff and finding a good activity for Max and coming to grips with the fact that even my smallest child is growing up. We had a good run Now it’s time for him to get involved with all of that male growing up ness. My only consolation is doing girly stuff with Little A, in the midst of losing three sons – going from being their favorite in the world to having to push them in their father’s direction so they can learn all of the stuff they need to about being a man, which I have come to appreciate as being difficult, especially with the battles I have had with Al. I remember when I was his favorite person. Sigh.
But back to where I was on Monday, mentally, when I heard about what had happened in Boston. I just had nothing to say except that I was so sorry for the victims and the families of the victims and the people of Boston. No matter how much I learn of the ideologies at play (and sometimes I feel that I know far too much), I don’t think I will ever truly understand the logic that goes into these attacks.
