Thanks to our unwanted visitors, I was forced to write down on a piece of paper a detailed list of everything that was stolen. Some things were easy to not only write, but give a monetary value to. (Engagement ring.) But what if I started putting things on the list like trust? What is the value of that? Or security?
It always happens in the movies, so why can't it always happen in real life? The hero catches the bad guy, and saves the day, everyone lives happy ever after.
I saw a sign the other day that I am trying to make my new motto, "Count your blessings, not your troubles." Very true. Very true. It is so easy to look at the glass as half empty. I am sure we have all done it at least once. I am always fussing at my husband when he does he, and here I am calling the kettle black.
So with that in mind, I have lost of blessings, and fewer troubles, I just need reminding of that every once in awhile.
On a good note, today is my dad's birthday. We got to celebrate last night with him, and the girls had big fun eating cake and hanging out with the family. Family is such a treasure, and hopefully I will instill the those same treasures in my girls when they are older. At any rate, happy birthday, daddy! I am glad we got to spend the day with you, and hope you have a great day today!
It is definitely a Monday, I can feel it in my bones. I woke up early, and just wanted to stay in bed today. Thankfully, it is nice out, and the girls will want to go out and play.
Ahh....the things my children make me do.....Actually, if it weren't for them, I would still be in bed.
S and E
Sadie and Eryn
Monday, February 28, 2011
Friday, February 25, 2011
Broken
Today my "super daddy" husband came home long enough for me to go to the grocery store by myself, just so he could go back to work later. (I called him super daddy because since I have been sick he has been trying to step up his work load at work. Notice I said trying.)
It's funny that normally I jump at the chance to spend some time alone. Yes, I love my girls. Yes, I love my husband. But it is so enjoyable to just sit in the car by myself and listen to nothing. That's right, nothing.
So since I am by myself, I'm not spending the time at the spa, but being along at the store is a close second. I normally would amble around, lolly-gagging, but since this is still a chore, I like to get in, and get out.
No sooner do I pull into the driveway feeling refreshed, but to my surprise I find that someone has broken into my house. Supper daddy left with the girls for a total of 10 minutes, and within that time, our tv, and all of my jewelry was stolen.
For the first time I think ever in my life, I was speechless. Never in my life have I ever felt so vulnerable. Never. There I was, in my front yard, with two screaming children, frantically calling the police. I may have well have been standing there naked, for the entire neighborhood to see. I was stunned. Shocked. Still am. 10 minutes. 10 minutes. And then your mind fills with what if's. What if I went to the grocery store later in the day? What if super daddy was home all night? What if? What if......
After I started to get over the deer in the headlights feeling, I went back into mommy mode. Got the kids fed, and literally started washing everything with bleach that was touched by someone other than me. Let me say it again, never in my life have I ever felt so vulnerable. Never.
Now, it's time to pick up the pieces and move on. What else can I do? I can't let on that every time I look at the front door I get sick to my stomach. The girls need to know that it is going to be OK. It is not the end of the world, and it really could have been a lot worse. Every family member is accounted for, and not one scratch on any of us.
Forgive me now, if I seem a little rude. My threshold has been broken, literally, and it is going to take some time to build it back up.
By the way, who ever it was that took my television, you left the remote.
Ahh....the things my children make me do. Honestly, it if weren't for them, I would probably still be standing in the front yard, naked.
It's funny that normally I jump at the chance to spend some time alone. Yes, I love my girls. Yes, I love my husband. But it is so enjoyable to just sit in the car by myself and listen to nothing. That's right, nothing.
So since I am by myself, I'm not spending the time at the spa, but being along at the store is a close second. I normally would amble around, lolly-gagging, but since this is still a chore, I like to get in, and get out.
No sooner do I pull into the driveway feeling refreshed, but to my surprise I find that someone has broken into my house. Supper daddy left with the girls for a total of 10 minutes, and within that time, our tv, and all of my jewelry was stolen.
For the first time I think ever in my life, I was speechless. Never in my life have I ever felt so vulnerable. Never. There I was, in my front yard, with two screaming children, frantically calling the police. I may have well have been standing there naked, for the entire neighborhood to see. I was stunned. Shocked. Still am. 10 minutes. 10 minutes. And then your mind fills with what if's. What if I went to the grocery store later in the day? What if super daddy was home all night? What if? What if......
After I started to get over the deer in the headlights feeling, I went back into mommy mode. Got the kids fed, and literally started washing everything with bleach that was touched by someone other than me. Let me say it again, never in my life have I ever felt so vulnerable. Never.
Now, it's time to pick up the pieces and move on. What else can I do? I can't let on that every time I look at the front door I get sick to my stomach. The girls need to know that it is going to be OK. It is not the end of the world, and it really could have been a lot worse. Every family member is accounted for, and not one scratch on any of us.
Forgive me now, if I seem a little rude. My threshold has been broken, literally, and it is going to take some time to build it back up.
By the way, who ever it was that took my television, you left the remote.
Ahh....the things my children make me do. Honestly, it if weren't for them, I would probably still be standing in the front yard, naked.
Pilot
Greetings! Since I have so much free time on my hands, I thought I would give my fingers a whirl at this blogging thing, so here goes!
Since this is the beginning, let me introduce myself, I am a mother of two girls, Sadie, who will be 3 in March, and Eryn, who will be 1 in April. I stay at home with them, and allow them to make me laugh and cry, and sometimes at the same time. I have only been away from them twice, when I was in the hospital with Eryn, and once for work. They have taught me so much about myself in that short amount of time, and continue to do so every day.
Lately, all of us have been sick. I think it started with Eryn, and a runny nose. What I thought was teething has now been over a week of so much snot hanging around here I could paint the walls with it. I have two barking seals, and have purchased stock in vicks and puffs kleenex. They do look so pitiful with snot running down their nose, and crying for a reason they know not. It's a shame I don't get sent to my room with those same antics that Sadie pulls off some nights.
At any rate, with the abundunace of snot comes lack of sleep. Just the other night, I looked at our fridge covered with those alphabet magnets, and exclaimed, "Sadie spelled gum backwards." My bubble burst only moments later when my husband told me, "No, she spelled mug."
The things my children make me do.......
Since this is the beginning, let me introduce myself, I am a mother of two girls, Sadie, who will be 3 in March, and Eryn, who will be 1 in April. I stay at home with them, and allow them to make me laugh and cry, and sometimes at the same time. I have only been away from them twice, when I was in the hospital with Eryn, and once for work. They have taught me so much about myself in that short amount of time, and continue to do so every day.
Lately, all of us have been sick. I think it started with Eryn, and a runny nose. What I thought was teething has now been over a week of so much snot hanging around here I could paint the walls with it. I have two barking seals, and have purchased stock in vicks and puffs kleenex. They do look so pitiful with snot running down their nose, and crying for a reason they know not. It's a shame I don't get sent to my room with those same antics that Sadie pulls off some nights.
At any rate, with the abundunace of snot comes lack of sleep. Just the other night, I looked at our fridge covered with those alphabet magnets, and exclaimed, "Sadie spelled gum backwards." My bubble burst only moments later when my husband told me, "No, she spelled mug."
The things my children make me do.......
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