You know how it feels to have a pretty decent day?--work goes well, the morning was smooth, the kids are healthy, the husband seems happy. And then someone dashes your feel good?
In non-descript words here's the situation...I made a judgment call and someone thought it was too harsh. In response I received a strictly toned, angry message. And I can't shake the "ug" feeling. The feeling of knowing I wasn't being intentionally harsh & didn't mean to upset anyone. That eaten up feeling of knowing someone's angry at me. The sad disappointment of having someone ignore my apology. And so, though I've made light of it and tried to laugh it off, I'm still 2 blinks away from tears knowing that I was just trying to do my best and it's gotten blown out of proportion.
Here's hoping that tomorrow I can clear the air, mend bridges, and move on.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Steps Away From Taking Off
Tonight on April 19, 2011, Xavier Micheal started pulling up and letting go. STANDING ALONE! He's so proud he gets to clapping and cheering for himself that he plops down on his bottom but he doesn't let it keep him down long! What a joy to watch him accomplish this. Pictures and video to come but mama's too worn out from keeping him from getting any more big bruises tonight to post them now. (He pulled over an oak dining chair on his head at Lora Jean's and has 2 pretty good purple crash marks to show for it!).
We're proud of you, buddy! Too big too fast...
Love, Mama
We're proud of you, buddy! Too big too fast...
Love, Mama
Friday, April 15, 2011
Too Funny Not to Share
I received this in an email from a friend of mine...cracks me up!
We had this great 10 year old cat named Jack who just recently died.
Jack was a great cat and the kids would carry him around and sit on
him and nothing ever bothered him. He used to hang out and nap all
day long on the mat in our bathroom. We have 3 kids and at the time
of this story they were 4 years old, 3 years old and 1 year old.
The middle one is Eli. Eli really loved chap stick. LOVED it. He
kept asking to use my chap stick and then losing it.
Finally one day I showed him where in the bathroom that I kept my
chap stick and explained he could use it whenever he wanted to but he
needed to put it right back in the drawer after he finished because I
used it sometimes several times a day.
That year, on Mother's Day, we were having the typical rush around to
try to get ready for church with everyone crying and carrying on. My
two boys are fighting over the toy in the cereal box.
I am trying to nurse my little one at the same time I am putting on
my make-up. Everything is a mess and everyone has long forgotten
that this is a wonderful day to honor me and the amazing job that is
motherhood.
We finally have the older one and the baby loaded in the car, and I
am looking for Eli. I have searched everywhere and I finally go into
the bathroom.
There was Eli. He was applying my chap stick very carefully to
Jack's rear end. Eli looked right into my eyes and said "chapped..."
Now if you have a cat, you know that he is right - their little
bottoms do look pretty chapped. And, frankly, Jack didn't seem to
mind. And the only question to ask at that point was whether it was
the FIRST time Eli had done that to the cat's behind or the
hundredth!?!
And THAT is my favorite Mother's Day moment ever, because it reminds
us that no matter how hard we try to civilize these glorious little
creatures, there will always be that day when you realize... they've
been using your chapstick on the cat's butt.
We had this great 10 year old cat named Jack who just recently died.
Jack was a great cat and the kids would carry him around and sit on
him and nothing ever bothered him. He used to hang out and nap all
day long on the mat in our bathroom. We have 3 kids and at the time
of this story they were 4 years old, 3 years old and 1 year old.
The middle one is Eli. Eli really loved chap stick. LOVED it. He
kept asking to use my chap stick and then losing it.
Finally one day I showed him where in the bathroom that I kept my
chap stick and explained he could use it whenever he wanted to but he
needed to put it right back in the drawer after he finished because I
used it sometimes several times a day.
That year, on Mother's Day, we were having the typical rush around to
try to get ready for church with everyone crying and carrying on. My
two boys are fighting over the toy in the cereal box.
I am trying to nurse my little one at the same time I am putting on
my make-up. Everything is a mess and everyone has long forgotten
that this is a wonderful day to honor me and the amazing job that is
motherhood.
We finally have the older one and the baby loaded in the car, and I
am looking for Eli. I have searched everywhere and I finally go into
the bathroom.
There was Eli. He was applying my chap stick very carefully to
Jack's rear end. Eli looked right into my eyes and said "chapped..."
Now if you have a cat, you know that he is right - their little
bottoms do look pretty chapped. And, frankly, Jack didn't seem to
mind. And the only question to ask at that point was whether it was
the FIRST time Eli had done that to the cat's behind or the
hundredth!?!
And THAT is my favorite Mother's Day moment ever, because it reminds
us that no matter how hard we try to civilize these glorious little
creatures, there will always be that day when you realize... they've
been using your chapstick on the cat's butt.
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