Thank you my wonderful band of loyal followers for helping me get above 2,000 hits in my first two months of blogging! It was a high point this week. I'd like to take a moment to celebrate the people and events that have redefined what makes a good day in the life of this mom.
10. My mom. She came over in the middle of a tornado watch to do my closets. The official cold-to-warm weather transfer of seasonal clothes to new drawers is a task most moms dread. Naturally, I bring in reinforcements. My mom is a master organizer and clothes-folder. I wish I would have taken a "before" shot of the boys' closets. Balled-up sweaters and t-shirts jammed between widowed socks were the norm. I now have beautifully organized closets and perfectly folded garments to start each morning on a high. I could almost go without coffee. Almost. 9. Bridesmaids movie and dinner with the girls. I know I already posted about this, but having friends in life who seem to like me even though I'm often unlikable is a blessing. I had to throw in the "blessing" part because you know that Atheist-Friend is reading this. I also think she's getting a little annoyed that her moniker is "Atheist-Friend." She can't understand how her godlessness is just hilarious to me. I could call her tall, skinny, works-out-way-too-much friend, but what's funnier than an Atheist? Anyone? Bueller?
7. The end of the boys' ice hockey (for now anyway). After a long grueling season of packing up endless equipment and uncooperative boys, ice hockey is finally over until the fall. My husband keeps trying to convince me that I secretly enjoy ice hockey. I secretly squeeze the toothpaste from right in the middle of the tube every time he says that. I would like to thank Mr. L for single-handedly preventing my nervous breakdown by lacing up Danny & Jack for most of the season. His wife Mrs. L. is also my hero for keeping Joey from escaping to the parking lot every week while I bought a glass of wine to calm my nerves. Because I secretly love ice hockey.
6. Joey Mcintrye Because every tired mom in need of a tummy tuck after 3 c-sections deserves a little fantasy now and then. 5. My blog readers. There have been a few times where I think I'm fooling myself trying to maintain a blog for a year. Yet right when the white Rocky boxing towel is about to be thrown, someone posts a comment or emails me some encouragement. While Atheist-Friend has her yoga and swim classes to help provide an escape for an often thankless job, I have this. And you guys. Thank you!!
1. Mrs. S. For those of you doing the math, I'm getting very tired and I don't think I can get all the way through 4, 3, 2, and 1. Plus, I really should have made my mom like number 2 or 3 because I really hate doing that clothes stuff. But it's getting late and I wanted to be sure to mention my son's kindergarten teacher, Mrs. S. Jack has been talking to Mrs. S all season about his last day of hockey. On the last day, all the players get to have a game on "the big ice" (largest rink). Lo and behold, Mrs. S. arrives tonight at Southwest Ice Arena to bear witness to this momentous day in a five-year-old's life. Mrs. S. works full-time and has her own children, yet she took time out of her crazy busy life to make a memorable day even more special for Jack. I can't think of any better person to be teaching my son about life, learning, and how we should walk this earth. As a side note, the liquor booth at ice hockey was closed tonight and I fear the wonderful lady who hands me a glass of red and a giant cookie to keep Joey occupied might be ill. Here's hoping that wherever she is tonight, she knows that if I was alert enough, I'd put her pretty high on my list as well.
Have a great weekend everyone - let's be careful out there.
OMG...I can't believe Jack's teacher showed up for his last day of hockey!! That is amazing. She must be awesome!!!
ReplyDeleteShe's the best. We are so lucky!
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