A Lifetime In A Weekend....

I was thankful for the long weekend we had.
And I'm sad to see it over.
It ended tonight with my husband leaving for the airport, me trying to get 3 cranky children out the door in the sleety snow for swim practice and then to have our dog (yes of course you guys, Iris) slip out of the front door when no one was looking.
This is so typical of my everyday life it is not even funny.



Alex swims 3 times a week. And it wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't at 7:30 and 8 :15 at night. And when Brian's out of town, that means WE ALL get to go and sit, BIG FUN FOR MOMMA!!



And then there is our precious, crazy, neurotic canine, Iris. She is our dog that we adopted when we first moved here. She was abused before we got her, so I try and cut her major some slack. To say that she has issues would be an understatement. She really is a sweet dog, but girlfriends got lots of things to keep the dog whisperer busy.

If the door is opened just a smidgen and one of the kids are getting ready to go out, she bolts. In the past week, she has gotten out 4 times. We had months upon months where she was not out, but now its back to free bird!!



So needless to say, Brian's plane was delayed because of the weather, we didn't make it to practice because we had to get our dog. Which we did and now she is laying on the floor at my feet right now, because she knows mommas pissed mad!!



This weekend was refreshing in a way that hasn't happened in awhile. Or maybe I just haven't been noticing.



Friday evening Hannah had a skating party to go to. She has not skated before. We have tried twice and failed miserably.

The other times went something like this.

Look mom I can skate.......BAM (her rolling around on the floor thrashing and screaming things in LATIN that I can not understand)



This time we took it very slow and she stayed patience with me herself. She fell a couple of times, only once did the words " I BROKE MY COLLARBONE" come screaming out of her mouth. The thrashing only lasted a hour few minutes.



And then she was back out there, ready to go.



And you know what blogging buddies, I let her go....



I did, I let her do it.



And she did it! (well sort of)

She skated on the carpet around and around with her little friend. I loved watching her. Her face is really what angels look like. And her smile is like a 1000 watt bulb. My daughters laugh is one of those deep down belly laughs. (Kind of like the little brother on A Christmas Story, when he is eating the mashed potatoes)

She is my girl.

She is my bud.

And letting her GO, is not easy for me.



Letting any of them go is not easy, but HER oh dear lord, pass me the kleenex.



She is me in so many ways and I don't want to smother her little internal flame, by giving her any of my fears.



That has been one of the hardest things I have dealt with as a parent.


Our children might act like they don't listen, but they do. They take every single word and save it. Because one day they might need to hold it against us in a court of law.

I'm not a negative person. My everyday life is pretty optimistic but by chance if I make a comment about a food or a TV show, the next time that thing is brought up, one of my kids are reading the play back of what I said.

A long time ago, I decided to not put my crap on my kids. And I think I'm doing a, sort of good job.

If only I could get my crystal ball to work, it could let me know how this all ends. But I guess there would be no fun in that, now would there.