A workweek-weekend. And random thoughts.

I worked alot last week and it continued on thru the weekend.

This week is not looking any better.

I am tired.

The kids came with me to work for the afternoon. I was so happy just to hear their little voices talking in the background. I love their little faces.

Tripp's feet were dirty, as were his hands, and I took him in the bathroom and I washed them. I love those little fingers and toes. I know that they will be big fingers and toes soon, so after they were "clean and shiny" (this is what Tripp calls them) I kissed them all.

I think I have told you that in different times in my life, there are certain songs that represent where I am at. For example, at a defining time in my life, Matchbox 20's song "3 a.m." was what I was.

Sometimes, that song comes back to me.

Right now, Taylor Swift is in my head. It is that Cinderella song she sings about Romeo. There is a line in the song that says "don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess" and this is what I concentrate on right now.

When I was pregnant with Emma, it was a Shania Twain song, "Forever and Always."

When I hear these songs, it takes me back to a particular time.
I wonder where I will be next year.

Don't mess with my kids.

I recently had comments made to me that was inappropriate... they were made in reference to my children.

It is funny that in .2 seconds - I can go from trying-to-live-my-life-right church secretary back to a foul mouthed bar wench.

I need to repent.

I hate - HATE - the meanness of people. Over the course of the past couple of years, there has been one person in particular who enjoys taking shots at me- no, not me, at my children, really - for no reason. I know the reasoning is that she is trying to get me to have a reaction. I have tried to not comment, keep my mouth shut, not to stoop to her level.

This person has told me that I was ugly - to my face, no less. She has caused me stress. I have been embarrassed by her husband in public. She has mocked me and talked about me to others while I was in the same room. Only one other time have I ever lost my cool with her. That time also envolved my kids.

Well, yesterday, she got a reaction.

As with most mothers, the love we have for our children is so powerful, it will cause you to do things you never thought possible. Talk about love moving mountains. Well, a mother's love is indescribable.

Without giving specifics, I will just say this: you can do what you want to me, and attack Dave, but don't mess with my kids.

Conversations.

Today, I took the kids with me to work... Tripp was feeling really rambunctious, which is not unusual. After running wide open in the church and being scolded several times, I took him to the bathroom. I stood him on the counter and I told him to look at me. in the eyes.

The conversation went something like this:

Me: Tripp, you look at me when I am talking to you.
Tripp: yes, yes ma'am.
Me: Tripp, I want to know why you don't listen to me when I tell you to stop. I want you to calm down. Now, tell me why you don't listen to me.
Tripp: Well, it is just my brain.
Me: What does your brain do?
Tripp: It tells me not to listen.

What am I gonna do with this kid?