late at night. I can't sleep.

The easter bunny *?* should be coming soon. Yet, here I sit. I am not tired. I have so many thoughts in my head.

We had a good day today. The kids hunted eggs at the Sadler Family Hoedown. Emma ended up with 29 and Tripp got 22. Lots of jellybeans were inside. And, they were funky jellybeans, I will tell you that. Spicy, or something. Eeewww!

I went with Eli, Matt (nephew), Emma, Mallie and Terri to watch the new Hannah Montana movie this afternoon. It was really cute. Eli was in the end. He was called back when he applied, and we took 8 boys to the filming last June. So, it was neat to see where we all were. Emma loved the movie. She sung all the way thru it.

Tripp's still having the hiney issues. I am so stressed out about it. Everyone tells me it will (and can) be taken care of. I know they mean well. It is just hard when it is your own baby. You just can't blow it off.

I have just a few more weeks of school left. I have some decisions to make. I need help making them. I will probably call my mother in law for help. She is so matter-of-fact about things. And she usually steers me in the right direction. *after she tells me to get over myself* :)

Everything else seems to be going good. This is a nice time of year. The weather should be great soon. Have I mentioned that I love my yard? I would love to have one extra day to stay at home and clean. I need to switch out summer and winter clothes. With 3 kids, that is a whole day job.
Boy, my kids have grown this year. Eli is about 5'8 and 120'ish pounds. Emma is about 40 inches and 42 pounds and Tripp is 37 inches and 32 pounds.

I guess I should go to bed. That bunny will be waking me up soon.

If you don't have anything nice to post, then don't post anything at all.

Whew.

Boy, I am feeling a little crazy. So crazy, in fact, that I have just RIGHT NOW realized that I have forgotten to take my hormones. So I just doubled up. That realllly ought to make Dave happy. Just kidding. Not really.

My life is a whirlwind. I long for the days of old where I would lounge in my pj's, read to the kids, go outside and pick flowers, whistle while I work, watch Dora, Dora, Dora the Explorer and Molly and Loonette do a 10 second tidy on the Big Comfy Couch. I miss making bowls of cereal, cuddling in the bed til' 9 am, praying for patience and then praying for naptime, and then waiting for naptime to be over. I miss the kids alot. And, as bad as I hate to say it, I miss being a housewife.

I realize there are lots of things that don't apply to me. Like playgroups, for example. I used to be up to date with all the playgroups, the local going-on's of my mommy homies in both Livingston and Cookeville. Now, I haven't a clue. My special friend came by my work yesterday and we went for a mid-day walk thru town. We talked (which is what we are best at) and just spent time catching up. She is about the only person that I really keep up with from the days when my life consisted of the Y, afternoons at the park, and Friday playdates.

Sometimes, I am so jealous of those who still have small children - children that are small enough that they still need diapers and diaper bags, middle of the night feedings and buy baby food in the jar in mass quantities. I know that my time is over. I hate it. That time goes by so fast, that while you are living it, you don't know how much fun you are really having. And then it is just gone.

I know that life runs in cycles - I am just in a new cycle. Most of all, though, I wish I had stopped and smelled the roses while the kids were smaller. I should have cherished that time more. Now they are getting bigger, and I am getting that sweet freedom that I craved so much when they were smaller. And it doesn't seem so sweet anymore.