Thursday, January 8, 2009

Nothing Special

I don't lead an especially exciting life. There's not a whole lot of drama going on, I guess. I have a friend that is my "everything happens to her" friend. Murphy's Law has got nothing on this lady, serious. There have been times when, if I didn't know her character so well, I would have thought she was pulling my leg.

So back to my non-drama life. I do have an affinity for change, which might look like drama to the naked eye, but really it's just shaking things up a bit. I don't usually freak to badly over huge changes - I don't normally have a problem sleeping or eating when it comes to things like, oh...changing jobs, moving, getting married, having a baby, buying a car, you know - little things. I guess my life up until 5 years ago was such a freak show 24/7 nothing bothers me now. I know that God is in control and that's cool with me.

Enter "The Little Stuff". Tomorrow we have a meeting with the grade school to discuss my son's testing scores. He's a smart little fart and has tested out as Highly Gifted. The public school system has offered to match him with a mentor and I'm not entirely convinced it's the best thing for him. I have severe reservations about the curriculum (hmmm, did I type that with a sneer?) within the Gifted Program already and will not be taking advantage of the mentor offered.

I have also had several discussions already this year with the school principal and the gifted facilitator with regard to inappropriate content coming fromt her class and the school library. So sitting down with these folks and discussing why I don't want to take adavantage of thier offer is going to be stressful tomorrow.

Worse, yet, they have tried to brain wash my son into thinking that they are right and he needs a mentor. This really pisses me off. I don't appreciate the school undermining me and attempting to sway my son and push thier own agenda.

DEEP BREATH

Yah, I'm hoping that they just don't push me tomorrow. Best case scenario - they share his test scores with me, talk to me about the mentorship, I graciously decline the offer and Susan and I go home leaving the older kids to have a super-d-duper-d day at school.

Worst case - they start saying things like "what's best for Liam" and "giving him all the advantages" and the one she used on me that got me going last time "I'm trying to be an advocate for your son". I'm going to be holding a squirming 18 month old with one eye on my son and one eye on my 6-year-old. On the edge already from a busy week with little sleep and alot of pain.

I guess there is always the polite yet annoyingly repetitive "no thank you". Yah, that might be best.

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Night Walking

I don't remember getting in bed with my Mom in the middle of the night when I was little. Maybe I did and it's just that those brain cells that contained that memory were the ones I killed in the '90's. I'm sure she will read this post and remind me that I did - doesn't every kid??

I guess that might be the error in my thinking that has brought me to this. Our 6-year-old has developed a regular and quite sneaky habit of slipping in bed with me in the night. There is an excuse offered of a bad dream, but I don't always buy it. It didn't bother me to much until just recently because she doesn't fit very well right next to me anymore. Her baby brother is quickly claiming the space between me and the edge of the bed.

If she's really having bad dreams then it kinda makes me feel bad to but the squelch on this. Anyway, it isn't terribly inconvenient. I can hear her pad down the hall and I reflexively lift the comforter and scoot a little closer to my poor Husband hovering on the tiny piece of mattress real estate that he has. I let her snuggle for a little bit, then escort her back to bed, tuck her in and that's it.

I know that she can't keep doing this. She has always been a little small for her age, so consequently I carried her around longer, etc. So while it's not really a bother for me (although, it's getting less roomy) I know I should discourage it for her sake. She's old enough to roll over and go back to sleep. Besides, I have heard her get up, get a drink, use the restroom, turn the bathroom light on and go back to bed. She even knows to close our door a bit so the light doesn't shine in my eyes. Little turkey - bad dreams my foot!

Maybe I'll just wait till there's no more room and she'll get the picture! Ahh...the Path of Least Resistance.

Monday, January 5, 2009

Happy New Year

Welcome to 2009! Someone mentioned recently that they couldn't believe that "Y2K" was 9 years ago...I agree, time passes quickly.

I have a birthday that falls nearly at the end of the year, so I am blessed enough to have two causes to pause and reflect at this time of year. I'm not into making New Years Resolutions, but I do rather enjoy looking back at the year before and reflecting.

In some respects, January of last year seems like ages ago. Our youngest daughter was 6 months old and attending daycare. The older children started a new school, closer to our new residence, and my Husband was just settling in at a fairly new job. I had returned, reluctantly, to my long time secretarial post after an extended maternity leave. I was hurt and angry that God wasn't making a way for me to stay home with our children, and copped attitude with him for a bit.

In February we embarked on a Family Experiment that tested the mettle of all of us. My Husband and I became single parents. I worked 7am to 3pm and he worked 3:30 to midnight. He spent all summer with the kids at home during the day, and I spent every night going to bed alone. We did this to remove our children from costly daycare and to attack a certain credit card and school loan. It worked, financially, but those months were fuzzy. I just remember living for Saturdays when we could be together!

Long about October, I could take no more. I was a single parent for to long, and got married because I really actually like being around my Husband! I like to talk with him, cook for him, and just sit with him. So, after much prayer and consideration we decided that I would make a drastic career change. Goodbye secretary, hello childcare provider!

Oh yeah, then we also found out that baby number four is on the way...

So I guess that 2008 will always be a fond memory for me. I learned alot about myself. I trained for and ran the Lincoln Half Marathon, I survived on Solo Island and took a huge leap and quit my job of nearly 6 years to stay at home and rock babies and kiss boo-boos.

As I was thinking about this, I realized something truly great. I am the happiest I have ever been in my entire life. I'm not talking about that giddy, laugh your head off type of happiness - but true joyfulness. I am filled with joy. I have days, as do all of us, where I am less than amused. But on a whole, when I look at my life, myself, my family and my relationships I have a peace that surpasses understanding.

Now, I could go on and pick this all apart. There are a thousand blog topics that could come from this and lots more words that I could put here, but for once, I think I'll just leave it at that. Yep, here's me age 33, being the happiest I have ever been - I'll take it!