Too Much Girl Stuff

I have three children--two girls (ages 14 & 15) and one son (age 8).  My son has been pulled everywhere since he was three days old and in a kindergarten classroom for show-n-tell.  My husband used to travel, so all he knew was girl stuff.

I drug him with us to shop for my daughter new cross country running shoes.  We walked out of the running store, and he was smiling from ear to ear.  "Hey mom!" he said.  "Did you know that 75 to 80% of women are wearing the wrong size bra?"  He learned this from a sign above the sports bras (A sign which I did not see).  He giggled.

Daddy took him to the park to play basketball this weekend.  Ahhh!  Testosterone!

I Am Backward

I have been feeling so tired lately.  It has finally turned cold and has been overcast/rainy for the past week.  My body is trying to enter hybernation mode.  Today, I got up to get my children ready for school.  I ate breakfast with each (all three eat at a different time).  I had a semi-lengthy conversation (for a school morning) with my oldest.  My husband and I exchanged our day-in-review and the traditional kiss to all as they go out the door.  I just walked up into the bathroom to shower . . . to discover I had my sweatshirt (thankfully not the hooded type) on backward.  Not only did I not notice when I put it on in the dark--but the other four members of my family didn't.  Maybe that's why the dog has been looking at me strangely all morning.

Let's hope I get my sweater on the right way or my junior high school students will have a field day . . . then again, maybe they will not.

50 Little Things #17--Family at Mass

Our family has been going in different directions lately.  As parents, we have been dividing and conquering.  Today, the daddy and two kids went to a basketball game.  I took one kid and her friends to a haunted trail.  Thought it would be another evening apart; however, we started from the same location--celebrating mass together as a family.

So Close, But . . .

Approximately two and a half years ago I gave my husband a "two-year-warning" about purchasing a new washing maching.  Our refurbished machine that came with our first home when we purchased it in 1998.  It is small--and I do an obscene number of loads for our family of five.  Trust me--I am not one to allow everyone to get a new towel each time they shower.  The machine is small.  The other problem is that I hate waste, and I cannot justify getting a new machine until the old one has died.  Today was the day!

I was resting upstairs (little stomach bug--ick!) and could hear the machine start then stop, start then stop, start then stop . . .  I finally got up to see what was going on.  I was greeted by my oldest who smiled and said, "Dad told me to tell you the wash machine died."  For a brief moment I could hear one of those new energy-efficient, high capacity washers calling my name.  Dad was standing by the washer getting ready to get those car keys for a trip to Home Depot.  I looked in the machine and saw a bunch of clothing on one side and nothing on the other.  It was just unbalanced.  Bummer!

Had a just been dishonest with my husband, I'd be waiting by the door for the delivery of my new washer.  He never would have known the difference.  Is honesty really the best policy?!?!?!?  Ha! Ha!

Mean, Median, & Mode

I think this title summarizes my life--a life that I'm very satisfied with.  I have three children--two girls (6th & 7th grade) and a boy (in kindergarten).  I have average parenting skills.  I'm happily married (the one area I am blessed to be "above average").  I am average height & weight.  Average hair color.  Over the course of a year, I am average in physical fitness.  My intelligence--average.  My social life--average (though on the low end).  My cooking skills--average.  The cleanliness of my house--overall is average.  It's a good life, and one that allows me to empathize with many people. 

Within the first 40 days of 2010, I will officially become a mother of a teenager, and I will turn 40.  I'm hoping my parenting skills will at least maintain their "average" status through these teen years.  As far as 40, average looks pretty good to me!