It occurs to me as I'm sitting her at 3:57 on a Friday afternoon that time is mercurial. I almost didn't start this post because I am quite positive that the sound of Mama-doing-something-for-herself will awaken my sleeping son at any moment. He came home early from school today with a case of tummy-trouble. Andy came home with him, put him down at 12:45, and he's still sawing away here at the crest of 4:00pm. This is sad because I'm going out for a wedding shower/bachelorette party tonight and I may not get to see him if he sleeps much longer. He was still asleep when I left for work this morning at 6:50. [For those of you not aware of my life's current IRONY - school begins at 7:30am for me this year and I have a 1st period class. Yes - it sucks for those of us who are decidedly night owls.] But it also occurs to me that were Jackson awake, this time would be flying by as I wrestled/snuggled/chased him through the house for some much needed mama-and-me time before I leave for the evening. It moves too slowly through the doldrums of life and too quickly through the joys.
I need to post pictures of Emma's first day of school, now that it's a month and a half AFTER THE FACT. I need to post new pics of Jackson and the rug burn currently adorning his nose that was captured forever in his school picture on Wednesday. I need to tell you all about the 11th grade class I have been coerced into teaching even after they asked and I said emphatically NO (Mom, MK - aren't you proud?) but instead have happily discovered that I like the material and the students. I need to tell you about this new book that I'm reading/listening to that makes me laugh out loud WHILE I'M ON THE ELLIPTICAL MACHINE (check the list in the side bar). I need to change the blog background for Halloween. And of course there are the daily chores that should be getting done right now but aren't because I'm waxing rhapsodic on the computer about time.
However...as I type I realize that the most important thing to tell you about is this. I love my life. I have a fantastic husband, a pretty great job (even if it is in FL), terrific kids, cute & cuddly cats, a home and a benevolent God who loves me in spite of myself. Emma asked me to see a picture of Isabelle Wednesday night and we looked through some of Izzie's things together. When I started crying, Emma hugged me and said, "It's OK Mama. We have lots of time to see her and play with her and hug her when God is ready for us." Wisdom from children. So, all that to say this - I need to tell you a lot of things but right now, I'm too busy enjoying my life - including the craziness that manifests itself as cat vomit in my sports bra. I love you all and hope you're busy living life too.
And for those of you keeping score, Jackson started talking 2.4 minutes ago. I have enough time to turn this off before the screaming starts. Happy Friday, everyone!
