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I Always Feel Like Somebody’s Watching Me

I’ve figured out why I’m not getting as much sleep as I should.  My “eureka!” moment came the other morning when I woke to see a man standing near my bedside.  We were practically face to face and he was staring with a fixed expression, his hand reaching out to me.  Of course I was surpised, and you may be wondering if I screamed or called for help or how I managed to get this man out of my bedroom or house.  He’s still there actually, but don’t be alarmed . . .

Apparently my son thought my Eiffel Tower lamp needed a tourist.

My kiddo and his little jokes.  Love his sense of humor.  I recently bought a cast iron gnome for our flowerbeds, but I’ve yet to put him outside so he’s standing in our living room.  The other day I noticed his ears look a bit different than when I brought him home.

Not sure how the kiddo came up with that one, putting erasers on the gnome’s ears, but now our gome looks a little more elfish with those ear extensions.  What will my little practical joker come up with next?

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Life is Fragile

This evening my son and I went on a walk, a really long walk.  He was on his bike, and I walked our dog.  We were gone for an hour and a half or two hours.  He’s such an outdoorsy boy.  Tonight I got to see what a big, compassionate heart he has.

We were on our way back home when he told me he was going to ride ahead and then come back.  He got too far ahead of me though, and I couldn’t see him, but I finally caught up with him and I could see his chin quivering.  My first thought was that he must’ve fallen off his bike.  I asked what was wrong and he said he saw a dead bird.  We had seen a dead bird when we were walking to the park earlier, so I assumed that’s what it was.

Later, back at our house just before he was going to bed, he said he saw a big black bird pecking on a smaller bird and the smaller bird was bleeding.  He tried to shoo the black bird, but it kept coming back, so he searched around for something to throw at it.  When he came back and threw a stick at the black bird, he said the injured bird died right in front of him.  He cried.  He was so upset, and said it reminded him of Ollie, one our cats, when he died about a year ago. 

My sweet little son.  So heartbroken over the loss of that small little life.  So tender-hearted that even the pain of a little bird makes him grieve.  It’s a small ripple, but life is altered when you realize the nearness of death.  As a parent, it’s hard to see my child hurting, but at the same time, I’m proud of his compassion & caring. 

Flowers for the little bird

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My love/hate relationship with sleep continues

I have to be honest, I didn’t jump out of bed at the first alarm this morning.  I hit snooze once.  Okay, twice.  It would’ve been three times, but I turned off the alarm instead.  The bad thing is, I had set my alarm for 15 minutes later than normal since I was planning to get up and not have my “snooze sleeps.”  So, hitting snooze when it was already 15 minutes later than my first alarm might not have been the best idea.  I still made it to work on time though.  My son was at his dad’s for his one-night-a-week over there, so I was able to drive straight to work since I didn’t have to drop him off at school. 

I had to attend a meeting right around noon, and it took all my effort to stay awake.  Not good considering there were only 3 of us in this meeting!

You would think on nights when my son is at his dad’s that I would be able to get everything wrapped up earlier and get myself to bed at a decent time.  But lately it’s been the case that I’m up even later.  I think it’s because I have more time, so I take on more to-dos. 

I don’t think this is an organizational problem.  I think I’m more organized than most.  So how do other people conquer (or at least manage) the daily minutia of life without feeling like it’s taking over their lives???  I’m reminded of Henry David Thoreau:  “Our life is frittered away by detail.  Simplify.  Simplify.”

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