put things away.

 Ok so, wake up this morning and my 12 yr old tells me she needs pads. She's like completely out! Now we got to go to the store and then drop her off at school. Solution, put Gracie on the bus to the elementary school and take Meg to the store and drop her off at the middle school. Good, I've got a plan. Gracie was ready and out the door just in time for the bus to pull up. I hate that, not a big fan of being late. Meg gets the dogs put up and gets her books and band stuff ready, I've checked the bank account to make sure I can get her pads. Got my purse ready to head out the door gotta grab my keys........ My keys.   Yep, sure enough, no keys. I looked every where!!!!!!!!! In the mean time the puppy I'm puppy sitting is screaming to get out of the crate. I'm digging through his church pants, the pants he changed into after church. Yes, his. My husband was the last one to drive it yesterday. I text him and get no reply 4 times. Finally he calls and guess  what, the keys are in his pocket. He did not get the keys from his pocket when he got them to drive the van. They were in my purse. But we all know it's never a good idea to put things back were we got them. This seems to be the motto at my house. Cue manic laugh! Any way I'm such a fool for my beavis, thats my pet name for my husband, along with many others depending on mood, he makes it nearly impossible to be mad at him. He sounds sincere, when he tells me how sorry he is. He also tries to find a solution to my problem. However, I've come up with my own solution. Megan is going to stay with me and help me clean:) Being that I don't have to work today. I wonder what today has in store for me. It's not even 9 am:) Happy Monday! Oh yeah and put stuff back where u get it!

Too young for this.

My 12 year old daughter is in youth group @ church. Pilgrimage is this week end in Fayetteville. It's a 3 day Christian fest. The group is planning on sleeping at a church there in town. Every fiber in my being is telling me not to let her go. I am looking for every excuse not to let her go. I know this is my problem. Probably because I'm a control freak. Or maybe I'm paranoid about something bad happening. I trust the adults going on the trip. I know she could use a week end long dose of Jesus. It will be good for her. Truth is I am also worried she might be rude or behave in such a way that would be embarrassing. I have put everything I know how into raising my kids. She's a good girl. Makes good grades, does her chores, if you ask her 10 times. Best of all she still talks to me. Grant it it's mostly pre teen drama and crap like that, but she tells me things. For that I am grateful. I just don't know how to handle the letting go part. My brain keeps going over all the what ifs. What if she gets scared. What if she gets hurt. Then I start worrying about all the ways she can get hurt. What if she gets abducted. My paranoid thoughts keep circling in my head. I miss the days of kissing boo boo's and animal crackers. Now I'm worried about how she acts in public when I'm not around. That's the part that gets me the most.She going places with out me. I miss her already. She's gonna give me wrinkles. I'm too young for this crap!

Report cards.

 I remember the dreaded report card.... Scary! My parents put my education in my hands. So, it was no surprise when I came home with crappy report cards. I on the other hand seem to be consumed with my girls school work, class work, projects, tests, home work... You get the idea. We as parents are expected to  not just deal with it, but stay on top of it and do it with flare!  Throw in the fund raisers and extra activities & I'm ready for some Alieve and a nap! Sometimes, I don't know if I'm coming or going or which way that is. Why do we go through all of this? For the  dreaded report card.  5 little letter grades determine how you are going to spend the next nine weeks. Don't get me wrong, I know the kids do most of the work, however they would not get it done with out me having to constantly remind them that their HW is in front of them. Not on the ceiling, or out the window.  Not up their nose, or in the fridge. lol those with normal kids know what I mean. If I never say focus again it will be too soon! All in all, the hard work has paid off, my lil ogres are doing fine.  Now off to make them focus! Or get back at the table,or quit hitting your sister. I've told you whats for dinner 3 times now tell me what 3x9 is PLEASE!!!!!!!! CALGON!!!!!!!! Take me away!!!!!!!!!