Finishin' Up the Semester...

OK. One last story about the semester... no more complain' cause Iamthisclose to being done.



Just so you know what I am doing AT ALL TIMES - here is a rundown of what is left.

• Today 4 p.m. - Final on Parental Involvement in Education (you'd think I would have this down, right? Not with a 26 year old CHILDLESS teacher) I don't think I have blogged about her yet. I will double check, wait on my final grade, and then let you have all the info on that one.


• Christmas shopping for the kiddies who don't get a Christmas... this is a yearly tradition - 6 p.m. Tonight. Me. Dave. Some other guys. Their wives and girlfriends. The guy at Big Lots in the Camo pants.


• Tomorrow - 30 Day Lesson Plan for Physical Ed. Class. Yeah, right.


• Study for the final on Tuesday - THE BIG FINAL in Geology. Right this instant, I have a 77. Do I love it? Heck, yeah! I am thrilled. But it won't be a 77 in about, oh, 2 hours or so. I just bombed a couple of tests in that class today. It is OK, though, cause a C is a C whether it is 79 or 71. I willl take either.

Another Day.

Do we ever realize how selfish we are?

Last night, while I was blog browsing, I read my good friend Jenni's blog.

This post made me think about how selfish we are. I am worried about money, Christmas presents and food, yet the link to this lady and her contributions to life is a true wake up call.

Last night, I rocked Emma to sleep. She was snuggled up close to me under her fuzzy pink blanket. I thought about all the children in the world who don't have fuzzy pink blankets, mommies that rock them tight, and toasty beds to snuggle into at night.

We are truly blessed.

Instead, everyone just spends time complaining. Spending money. Complaining.

All these children need is love, food, clothing and shelter... things we take for granted. Everyday.

So while I sit here in the warm, with nice shoes, and worry that my hair color is faded, there are children who are hungry.

If you get a chance, go read this.

Talk about perspective.

Mother Woes.

Years ago, I read about a lady who boycotted her house. And her husband. And her children.

It seems that she just got fed up with doing all the work and stopped. Not only did she stop, she took her pillow and blanket and went and lived in the tree house.

It got the family's attention.

I only had one child at the time, and I remember thinking, "Wow. How bad could it be?"

Well, I am there.

It seems to me that no one else cares how the floor needs mopping or how trashcans work. People, please. When you finish eating the honeybun, the wrapper goes INTO the trashcan.

Every Saturday, I spend my time putting away the laundry that I spend my Friday night washing. I dust. I vacuum. I get clothes ready for Sunday morning. Nails are clipped. Floors swept. Dusting is done. (I hate dusting). Countertops are bleached. I go grocery shopping.

By Sunday afternoon, you can't tell I have even been around.

This morning, I go upstairs and I get Emma up. And I look around. It seems that within the last 24 hours, a tornado attacked my children's bedrooms.

As I walk down the steps, it seems that the tornado left a path of distruction thru David's room, living room, kitchen and my room as well. (Tripp and Emma took naps in MY bed yesterday - with a sippy of red juice).

I know everyone says that I will miss this mess. Yet, I don't think so.
I just wish they would pick up their stuff and not rely on me to do it.

I am sitting here at work, thinking about what I have to go home to.
I am going to have to clean (again) and pick toys up (again).
The same stuff I did on Saturday. And last Friday. And Thursday.... get the picture?

The playhouse is looking more and more attractive.