So I'm 35--

Yep, I said it, I am 35. As of Tuesday I am dead center of the thirties. Gotta admit it feels pretty damn good. 27 was hard for me. Stupid I know, but it was the whole, "oh, you know Katie, short, red-head, LATE 20's". OUCH!!! Lottttssss of things have changed in my life since then and I am ready to really get it together this year. The last 4 have been pretty rough so I turn the page and begin to write again.....These are the stories of the short, fluffy, red-headed, mid-thirty something named Katie....

Supper with friends

We had supper with the most amazing family tonight. Our children get along perfectly, we get along perfectly and we are all so comfortable with one another. Rarely do you find that 5 people can fit along so well. We enjoyed a fabulous supper, a great bottle of wine and stimulating conversation. I have just met them and we are having so much fun together. I am looking forward to my children having made a great new friend (and me too...)

Time off

This is my 'time off''. I am blogging and watching Grey's at the same time. I am writing now because I am afraid I will fall asleep if I actually take this time to relax. We have had a very busy week. Not that I am complaining, I will take this over mundane any day, but it sure is taxing physically and emotionally. The next three weeks will be nuts as we wrap up school, but our luxurious summer will be well worth it. Who am I kidding, we are going to be no less busy, but there is a certain amount of freedom in knowing that no one is expecting us at the pool at any given time. My crazy days make me really appreciate my parents and grandparents. I am one of five, my mom is one of 11 and my dad is one of 7. How did these women do that???? I have no idea how mom got us all to soccer, dance, t-ball, play dates, dances, school, etc. No wonder she doesn't like to drive any more. I currently love to drive, typically it clears my head. Admittedly, it is getting harder and harder when I am picking up seashells, crayons, stuffed animals and snacks off the floor while driving. Not to mention playing referee while they pinch, hit and throw things at one another. Still, as I look in on them sleeping every night and every morning I know that I am the luckiest mommy in the world to have such loving children who give me insight into what this world is all about each and every day.

Diet WAR!!!

Okay, so I have gained a few pounds. Alright, alright 30 but who is counting??? Apparently my daughter is. This afternoon we took a shower together and she says, "Mom, I didn't know you were pregnant." Shock must have registered all over my face because she quickly followed it up with, "Well, just a little pregnant." I won't bore you with the details of the ensuing conversation, but needless to say, I have joined weight watchers. Yipppeeee. Let the diet war begin.....

You are my..,,

Mason and I had such a great morning today. He was just so sweet. Yesterday he hurt his head and his elbow falling off his scooter while I was at work. At the breakfast table he wouldn't move his arm because he said it was straining him. He also informed me that he couldn't get his hair cut on Saturday because Mandy might bump his bump. I just thought it was cute. I gave him some Motrin and told him it would feel better. He kept saying that it was taking a long time to get to his elbow. On the way to school we sang YOU ARE MY SUNSHINE!!! Me, "You are my...." Him, "Sunshine" Me, "My only....." Him, "Sunshine" Me, "You make me...." Him, "Haaaapppppyy" Etc, etc, etc.... Moments like these make me light-hearted and ready to start my day. I remember why I work so hard to make their lives easier. Rewards are so sweet.......

Not Again

Alright, any of you who know me know that we have had great difficulties with Mason getting along with his teacher this year. Let's just say she likes things her way and so does my son. She likes to have the last word, so does he. Major power struggle. Madigan is like sunshine at school. Follows directions, plays well with others, excels academically, etc. Until today. I got pulled aside by the teacher and informed that she is now clenching her jaw, rolling her eyes and defying authority. Typical 'girl behavior' the teacher called it. NOT AGAIN! Seriously, I can't do this. I thought she was just being a B to me. You know the mother daughter thing. Not the case. Super, my four year old is going through adolescence already. We are going to have a long 14 years.........

Who's Job Is It Anyway????

Reading over my last post, I have to ask the question--at what point do the kids take responsibility for there own things??? At school, they ask us not to bring forgotten lunches, homework, sweaters, etc. because children are supposed to remember these things and take responsibility for their possessions. I get this, but come on, these kids are 6 and 4. As a person this makes perfect sense--you want it, you bring it. I don't make sure someone else grabs my purse or cell phone when I leave the house--do you???? Then the mother in me kicks in, "They are babies. They need me to take care of them. They want me to carry them around and powder their tushies." Tough question, I don't want them to feel entitled, but I certainly don't want them to grow up before they have to. Anyway, I am going to run to the grocery before I pick Maggs up--do me a favor and call me tomorrow to remind me that I need to bring my apron to work. Thanks!!!!