Life

I remember quite vividly from when I was a child, thinking about what I would do when I was grown up. I had a couple of requirements that stick out in my memory. No pantyhose required and no early mornings.

Someone once suggested to childhood me that maybe I would enjoy being a teacher. At the time I must have had a teacher who liked to wear skirts because I knew right away that it was a no go. Pantyhose.

I currently own no pantyhose, but I do get up earlier than I would ever choose. Lately I feel like every morning I wake up tired and rushed. We hustle out the door as soon as we can get all the teeth and hairs in the house brushed and we are off to the races. A rushed drop off at daycare, a day spent watching the hours creep by and 4:30 hits and we are running again.

I miss the sun, I miss friends that I can't work up the energy to seek out at the end of the day. My kids go to bed, and I fall in right behind them, dreading the alarm clock in the morning.

Sounds like life to me. But at least there are no pantyhose.

I added a quote to the sidebar of my blog a while back. Sometimes I read a quote that just strikes me, and this one did.

"We are not put on this earth for ourselves, but are placed here for each other. If you are always there for others, then in time of need, someone will be there for you."

-- Jeff Warner

It's the kind of quote that you could base a whole life on. And just think of what a wonderful world we could live in if everyone did?

Is is summer yet?

Sweet Mabel

Christmas

Ever since I started my 365 blog, I feel like I have neglected this place when it comes to pictures. So many of my pictures are taken just to get that one picture a day in, and I just don't take as many photos. I am especially hesitant to take pictures because the flash is always on (yuck and boo for dark winter) and my house is always a big mess. So, just because, here are finally a few pictures from Christmas. I will spare you the pictures of poor Thea's forehead after she fell and grew a golf ball sized goose egg.

Chinese Mothers

I read an op/ed earlier this week that has stuck with me. As a mother who is constantly questioning my performance at my most important job, a column that points out that there is an entire country, a hugely populated one at that, where every mother out performs me is bound to cause some reflection.

Why Chinese Mothers Are Superior

As I read through the article, my first thought was that I was sure glad that this lady wasn't MY mother. I bet my kids would agree.

On second thought...as I bit my finger nails off today (The first time in MONTHS :(), and ate breakfast pizza when I am supposed to be dieting, and couldn't concentrate on my work at work, and gave up on getting my toddler to let let me brush her teeth, maybe I need to be my own Chinese mother. I certainly won't start calling my kids names when they "under perform" so being a Chinese mother to them is pretty much out of the question.