I just found this humorous post from 2007! Oh, these are the reasons we blog! To record every funny and embarrassing moment of our children.

2007
Grace (4 1/2) got a new Belle and baby Belle doll today and while playing I heard this:

Grace as the Prince: Okay, Ariel and Belle. I will choose who I will marry, and then I’ll get to see you butt naked. I choose you, Belle.

Grace as Belle: Oh, I knew you would choose me. And now you can see me butt naked!

I guess Grace has been getting the messages about it being okay to be naked when you’re married. I guess that will make having The Talk easier on all of us. In fact, that reminds me about the first TALK I ever had with my oldest…

Which can be found via SEARCH if you’re really interested!

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Grace has been asking for the Barbie Mariposa video ever since it started being advertising on television. In fact, she’s been asking for EVERTHING she’s seem advertised on TV. I usually say. Maybe for your birthday, and that usually quits her down. But there’s something about his Mariposa video that keeps her asking. I think it has to do with the fact her friends at school play “Mariposa” on the play ground.

The other day at Sam’s I saw the video and it was decently priced at a little over $12, so I picked it up and thought it’d surprise her with it for Easter. When I brought it inside, I hid it between some books and a my photos, then continued to bring in the rest of the groceries with help from Grace (5) and Timmy (7.) I should have hid it away in the cabinet right above where I left it, but I thought it was safe. Seconds later she runs to me with a huge smile on her face. “You got Mariposa!”

I got upset and raised my voice to her saying something like “Why’d you go and look at it?” Not my finest parenting moment (or my worst) and instantly her little sweet disposition melted into tears and a face that crushes a mother’s heart. She said it was right there starring at her and she didn’t look for it. Which was true! I should have gotten down on eye level and I would have seen it was positioned perfectly for five year old eyes to see. I quickly apologized and reaffirmed it wasn’t her fault, but told her she would have to wait.

Later, my mom (whose moved her from NY and has been living with us for 2 months now) informs me Grace has been climbing all over the place looking every where for that Mariposa video. This morning, in her sweetest, most sincere voice she says:

“Mom, you’re a really good hider of Mariposa. When I grow up and become a mom will you show where your hiding spot is so I can hide things from my kids?”

I smiled, took her in my arms, plastering kisses all over her face! “Sure, I will!”

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During Timmy’s birthday month I’m sharing tidbits with Timmy. Join me as I travel down memory lane.

2003

I read a story to my three year old about having three wishes so I asked Timmy,

Mom: “What would you wish for if you could have anything in the whole wide world?”
Timmy: “Light”
Mom: “Why would you want light?”
Timmy: “Because it’s shiny.”
Mom: “And what would you do with the light?”
Timmy: “Let it shine!”

His answer was probably influenced by a video we have called “Psalty’s Songs for Little Praisers.” There is a song that talks about Jesus being the light of the world and that we should let that light shine. Even though he may be a little young to fully comprehend the answer he gave me, it’s also wonderful to think that God can be working in his little heart at such a young age.

When asked what he would want in the whole wide world his answer wasn’t candy or toys, it was light!!! What wisdom!! I think we can learn a lot from three year olds. So the next time I think my house is too small or my clothes too old, or start to long for an expensive piece of jewelry, I simply need to remember my son’s wish for light. It you really think about it, if you have Jesus in your life… what more do you need?

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Memories: Jan 28, 2004 Brotherly Love

Today instead of going to the gym like I do every M/W/F, Timmy and I snuggled in bed. It was too cold to drag the kids outside (that was my excuse on Monday) and I was a bit lazy and too comfortable in bed.

While watching Sesame Street we had this conversation:

Timmy: I want to be like Chris
Mom: Why?
Timmy: Because he’s big!
Mom: Is there any other reason?
Timmy: Because he’s nice.

These are the moments you long for as a parent. Brothers actually getting along and loving each other. Then the conversation continued.
Mom: Do you want to be like Joey?
Timmy: No!
Mom: Why not?
Timmy: Because he’s gross!! (He was definitely influenced by big bro Chris!)
I guess there’s still some more work to be done in the area of brotherly love.

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More Tidbits with Timmy, memories of my eight year old when he was younger.

Oct 17, 2003

I know over at the “Little House” they just love the “two’s”, but here at our home, we just adore the “three’s”. Don’t get me wrong we love the “two’s” also, but at “three” they’re just as sweet, with increasing wisdom and able to do sooo much more on their own.

Take little Timmy for example, who is 3 and a half. He can buckle and unbuckle his car seat, put on his shoes and sandals, and has been going potty all by himself for almost a year now. And as for being adorable and witty, he’s all that and more. This morning he woke up and went down stairs. Not finding me there, he came into my room where I was still in bed. I opened up the covers for him and we snuggled. I asked him if he would stay three forever and he replied, “No, I get big like Joey.” I asked him why he wanted to get big like Joey and he said, “So I can play.” I asked him, “You can play when you’re little.” He thought about it and said, “Yeah, but I still gonna be big.”

We were at the mall the other day and we saw some “Ugly” skeletons and other Halloween decorations. I told him not to look at them because they were “Ugly.” He snuck a peak,and today he remembered the “Uglies” and asked me if we could see them. I told him “No, because they were ugly.” He very infacticaly replied, “But mom, boys like uglies. I’m thwee and thwee year olds like uglies.” I just had to smile to myself.

I wonder if Grace will also like the Uglies. She is so much like her three older brothers. I thought having a girl would be different. But it’s not much different except for the biology and what you get to dress her in. She’s just as bald as the boys were and she’d rather play with balls than dolls. Her favorite words are “Ouww!” When she’s hitting YOU in the face or on the head. And she loves to make doggy sounds. I heard girls were to speak in full sentences when they’re ten months old??? But I did catch a glimpse of her feminine side this morning when I tried to put on some new shoes I bought for her. She screamed and said, “No,no no,” as she grabbed at them. I guess she’s already starting to express her own fashion sense.

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During Timmy’s birthday month I’m going to share some fun tidbits about my easy going, sensitive third born child!

June 2005

Did you ever have one of those moments with your kids…you know the ones you wish would never end? Well, tonight after the hubby gave Timmy his bath we got to read and snuggle together. It’s one of my favorite things to do. Lounge around, hugging and talking. It is in these quiet moments that I really get ot know my kids.

While snuggling close to me Timmy informed me he wished he wouldn’t grow up.

“I don’t want to grow up. I don’t want to drive a car,” he said. The all familiar tune of Peter Pan’s “I won’t grow up” played in my head as I gazed into his beautiful blue grey eyes. I held him close and listened as he said, “and I don’t want to get married.”

Little boys! Don’t you wish they could stay little forever? But Timmy just had a birthday. He’s five now, though he insists he’s seven because of all the birthday cakes he’s had. We had one in school before we left on vacation, one in Florida with relatives, one in Ohio with more relatives and we are going to have one more when we have his birthday party here at home. He’s really excited about turning 8, just like Joey. And there’s no arguing with him.

Believe me, we’ve all tried to tell him that he’s still 5. The other day while talking about what he would wish when he blew out the candles, he started to get upset. “Wishes dont’ come true,” he cried. “Last year I wished for my wishes to never end and it didn’t come true.” Tonight he mentioned he wished he had one hundred million wishes. I wish I could give them to him.

Moments like these…it’s why we all have kids…right?

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During the month of June I’m going to be sharing some tidbits about Timmy, in honor of my eight year old! 

My husband chose Timmy’s name from the Bible, and Timmy just discovered the books in the Bible called Timothy. He’s really excited, especially about the verses…

He’s also been looking up the verses he’s memorized at school and marking his bible with sticky tabs. I just love to see the natural curiosity he has in looking things up and reading his big kid bible. One thing we slacked on during homeschooling was scripture memorization. We did memorize the “Armor of God” but that was it! In school they memorize a verse a week and Timmy is really good at it. In fact, he knows more scripture than I do!

He’s started doing devotions this summer as well and asked me where his bible is. I would have never thought he could even read the bible if it hadn’t been for his teacher encouraging her students to read it. I’m thankful Timmy is interested in reading the scriptures himself and pray his hunger and thirst for knowledge only grows!

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“Evil Grandma!” “Evil Grandma!”

That’s what Grace shouted when Grandma came to congratulate her after her graduation. Grace was just having fun, being silly, but Grandma was mortified.

You see, Grace and Grandma have been having issues since she came to live here after she broke her wrist five months ago. (Five months, wow! It doesn’t seem that long.) While I was a little unsure how the living arrangement would work out between me and mom, I never factored in how Grandma’s stay would affect the kids.

It was a hard transition. Joey (11) gave up his room and to his Chris’ (13) horror had to share the bunk bed in his room. It was an ugly couple of months and still there are many nights where the two can be heard verbally duking it out at bedtime. Usually it’s Chris antagonizing. Joey only had his own room less than a year before he was ousted, but he’s the one that’s warmed up most to grandma.

The younger too seemed to have viewed grandma as an intrusion to their daily routine. Though they loved visiting once or twice a year, grandma always went home. They always had run of the television and play room. Now there’s a grandma who likes to watch Bonanza and Little House on the Prairie.

Grandma didn’t push herself on them. She knew it would take time for them to warm up to her, but the lack of affection on their part or interest in her hurt. At times Grace, being a typical five year old, would speak what she was feeling. It wasn’t always positive toward grandma. And grandma is not one of those mushy, push over grandmas. She likes to have fun, but speaks her mind if the kids are out of line. It seems the kids early on tested her and when she didn’t push back hard enough, they started walking all over her. It’s been a constant battle for me to get the kids to listen to her, but it doesn’t help when she resorts to her almost extinct dysfunctional ways by yelling and calling them names like “brat.”

Grace picks up on this. She’s called grandma “mean” and it’s really hurt my mom. It’s crazy watching my five year old have such an affect on my mom, but I understand them both. Grace says, “I’m not her kid. She shouldn’t yell at me.” I understand Grace. She wants an all-the-time-sweet grandma who doesn’t rock the boat and let’s her do whatever. Like my mother-in-law. But my mom is not like that. And my mom wants a sweet, granddaughter that loves her unconditionally. Grace isn’t giving her that.

So Grace and Grandma. They’re learning to live with each other. Occasionally, like the time when Grace called Grandma “evil” in front of everyone, Grace says something insensitive and grandma becomes highly emotional and tells me not to leave Grace with her anymore, but then things calm down and get back to normal.

The kids now run to the couch when Bonanza and Little House is on and I try to be more cautious about leaving Grace alone with grandma. I try and take Grace with me when I can, and when I can’t I try to gauge their relationship and mood. It hasn’t been easy having grandma live with us, but it’s been so much better than I could have ever imagined or dreamed up myself. Things are being dealt with, and my stuff is being messed with, but that’s okay. God’s doing something in all of us and it’s got to be for the better!

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Grace is a character. As anyone can tell from reading this blog, but what happened on her kindergarten graduation is just a testimony to my wonderful, nonconformist, fiesty little girl.

When it was time to tell everyone what they wanted to be when they grew up, the kids walked up to the mic. The typical answers could be heard. “I want to be a doctor…a teacher…a police officer…etc, etc.”

But not Grace! No siree, not my nonconformist. No white collar, prestigious job for her! When she got to the mic she said, “I want to work at Sonic!”

I should have seen it coming. We got to Sonic often. They have these really yummy, and I think healthy, grilled chicken snack wraps, like the ones at McDonalds. We’d often go there for lunch after gymnastic class. For a while she’s been enthralled with wanting to go inside Sonic. But it’s a drive-in fast food place. There’s no inside to go into, unless you work there. The other day she informed me she was going to work at Sonic when her kids were in school. Guess homeschooling for her is out of the question.

So when I heard the teacher say the kids were going to share what they wanted to be when they grew up, I already knew what Grace would say. I waited and smiled and laughed along with everyone else.

And when they shared their favorite Bible story Grace’s was the boy who shared his lunch! No, Grace sure wasn’t swayed by the popular career or even Bible stories (Noah’s Arc, Moses, Jesus’ Birth) but one thing she was was consistent…and probably a little hungry!

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My little girl is growing up. The day before she turned six she decided to turn off her night light! And she actually slept through the night and didn’t come into our room. The next day she wanted to call daddy on the phone and tell him she turned her night light off in her room. Now she wants her night light taken out. When I said I’d do it she clapped her hands!

Grace is so big and proud of her new accomplishment and so am I.

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When Grace was little, strangers used to come up to me in the store and remark at how much she looked like an Olsen Twin. What do you think?

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I think it’s time for a hair cut! My hair is all the way down to my waist and my hairdresser mom (who’s living with us while her hand heals) keeps bugging me about it. About three years ago I let it get this long and then I donated it to Locks of Love. It looked like this several months after I cut it! I’m not wanting to go that short again.

When it started growing again, I thought I would do it again. Well, I think it’s long enough to donate. What do you think?

I’d like your help picking a new hairdo! My hair has pretty much looked the same all of my life because I don’t blow it straight! So keep that in mind when you send your suggestions via a link to a photo on the web. Sorry, there’s no prize for this contest and there’s a chance I may not even pick a winner from your suggestions, I just thought it would be fun! And please don’t stare too long at the lousy photo below!

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During Grace’s Birthday month I’m going to post some reflections of my spunky little firecracker!

June 7, 2005

I can’t believe my baby is now 3 years old. Everyday I seem to enjoy her more. I think that’s because she’s getting a little easier to handle. Though she tries my patience and pushes limits many, many times each day, it’s less that it was a year ago. And the things she does is so cute, I can’t help but smile at my little “Hunny face.” That’s what she calls me and anyone else she’s loving on. She used to call me “Hunny” which I know she picked up from me, but I don’t know how or when she added the “Hunny face” to it. It’s simply darling though.

Grace is now a star in the making. She’s officially joined this family of singers with her love of the Sound of Music. While on our three and a half week trip up the east coast she was first introduced to that movie classic. I don’t know what it is about the movie, but young children love it. Chris first fell in live with the movie at age two. Well, Grace just loves the “Good Bye” song and can sing it very well. She does the “coo coo’s” and “I fit, I foat…” as well as Kurt’s high pitch “goodbye.” We have the CD and she always asks for that song when we’re driving in the car. Just today when she was walking up the stairs to change into her princess dress for the umteenth time, she sang “goodbye” and waved her little hand above the railing. “Look, mommy look,” she said not wanting me to miss her performance. Then tonight when we were playing Cherades ( Timmy’s favorite family game) she pretended to be DASH by running around and then dressed in her Snow White gown, she layed on the floor waiting to be kissed by Prince Charming aka mommy. When it was time for bed I started to sing the “goodbye” song and when I came to the end she said, “That’s my part” and we sang together, “The sun has gone to bed and so must I.” I stared down at Grace who had closed her eyes and was pretending to sleep. I knew she was waiting for me to carry her to bed…just like in the movie.

Ahhhh….moments like these. What a great way to end a day filled with constant correcting, redirecting, discipline, more correction and reminders and yelling and frustration and stress ahhhh….the perfect end to a not so perfect day.

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During Grace’s birthday month I’m going to share posts of days long gone, but not forgotten.

November 2003

It’s hard to believe that Grace is 19 months old already. It seems like yesterday I was breaking the news to my husband that we were having another baby. I remember it so clearly because in his own mind he had settled on the fact and was satisfied with three boys. (But I really wanted a girl!) And he was letting me know he didn’t want any more, that very night BEFORE I shared me news. Well, I tried hard not to smile because I knew God had a different plan.

Through the months of waiting and wondering I was on a roller coaster ride of emotions. I prepared myself for another boy, and only rarely allowed my self to dream of a girl. But when one of my good friends found out she was having a girl, all my suppressed emotions just came pouring out. I really wanted a girl and I really wanted God to show his love for me in this way.

We weren’t planning on getting an ultrasound, but when the opportunity came up we wanted to know and the doctors told us twice, it was a girl. Still we didn’t run out and buy pink. Even in the delivery room I wasn’t positive we would get our girl. And even when they said she was a girl, at that point it didn’t really matter if the baby was a he or she. I was just glad to get her out.

Even in the first few months of her life, I sometimes forgot she was a girl. She looked just like the boys. Bald and blue eyed. I called her Timmy several times, especially when she was dressed in one of the boys’ sleepers.

Now that she is older, there really isn’t much difference in having my girl. She still doesn’t have enough hair to put a bow in and she loves to play with balls and throw things. The only perk is I get to put her in pretty dresses and shoes. I guess the ribbons and bows will come some day.

For us, this is a happy ending and I know that there are many of you out there wanting that “girl” or “boy”. But there’s one thing I think I learned through this whole experience. My three boys were all very well planned. And with Timmy, my mom even bought me the book on how to get a girl because she was afraid I might have a dozen children. But with Timmy we were impatient and it didn’t work. With Grace she was a total surprise!!! I wasn’t planning on getting pregnant for at least six more months when I found out we were expecting.

And now getting to what I learned: God wants to give us our heart’s desire. The Bible says that, “if you ask for bread, he will not give you a stone.” But before I was able to receive what God wanted to give me, I feel he wanted me to let go of my control and just trust him to give me what I wanted and needed. I also believe that is why he blessed us with Grace. I really had no control over the timing. I also believe that I had to come to terms with (and even delight in the fact) that I might never have a girl. And I believe it was when I was able to be happy with the prospect of four boys, that God was able to bless me with the desire of my heart.

Now I don’t always get what I want. Before I had any children at all I wanted five kids and twins at that!! But when I was pregnant with Grace I told God to give me only what I can handle (obviously twins were something God felt I couldn’t handle and I know He was right!) and when Grace was born I knew she would be the last. Although my heart desired more children, my head told me that four was my limit.

So I am blessed with Chris, Joey, Timmy and Grace. Even if Grace had been a Greg, I still would have been blessed. After all, ALL children ARE a blessing from the Lord!!

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Check out my post! It’s an oldie, but goodie!

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Chris made an interesting observation while he was on a weekend field trip with his junior high. “I’m really nice when I’m away from home.”

At home Chris is characterized by being bossy, nit-picky, and sometimes just plain nasty with his siblings, especially the two that rub him the wrong way.

I can relate to Chris’ words because I feel and act the same way. Within the walls of my home I tend to be bossy (ask my hubby), nit-picky, and sometimes just plain nasty. Though I don’t want to be this way, and know it is wrong, more times than I care to admit my flesh takes over. It’s like what the apostle Paul said, the Spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.

Growing up in a divorced, dysfunctional home, I learned to take care of myself and protect myself emotionally. When I sensed criticism or an attack coming my way, I immediately put on my armor, drew my sword and started swinging. My choleric/melancholy (oftentimes sarcastic) personality didn’t help things either. When I gave my life to Christ at fifteen, I did change some. I eased up on the sarcasm, and didn’t hang out with my partying friends, but in my home I still battled a critical mother and a sister who I knew was sent straight from the pit of hell to torture me.

College was where I felt a reprieve. To date it’s the happiest time of my life. I had confidence, and oozed joy soaking up the love and acceptance from new friends and Godly teachers. Though I did go through emotional stresses and pain, in college I was the best me I could be. Then I got married and all the ugliness of my childhood surfaced again.

Sixteen years and four kids later, and I feel I’m probably at my worst. Selfishness rears it’s ugly little head every day in subtle ways and not just in me. I’m sure part of Chris’ problem has been modeled by me and the other part is that he is sooo much like me.

I think sometime over the years our family got lazy and started thinking that a family/marriage is all about what you can get out of it, not what you can give. I know in my heart a family should be giving more than taking, but when it’s caught in the whirlwind of chaos, it’s so hard to switch directions. All our good intentions get blindsided or distracted. And even though I know I can’t do this family thing right without Jesus, he’s usually consulted on matters after the fact.

Last night I had a talk with hubby about how I think our parenting has turned into damage control and not really disciplining. I have all these plans to change that, to change my family, to change me…but I need the Lord’s help!

I can so relate to Chris’ revelation. It’s easier to be nice when you’re away from family. I don’t like that reality and I want it to change. I want my whole family to change the way they treat each other and I know that it starts with me. Or rather it starts with Jesus. For the Spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak!

What things does your family do to keep the nasties away?

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Well, actually my kids were the other night at dinner. Joke after joke they baraged their friend, even Gracie got in on the fun telling her trademark joke:

Why did the chicken cross the playground? To get to the other slide.

Then she starts another one:

There were three fairies. One with pink hair. One with blue hair. One with green hair. A man goes up to the pink one and says “you got a big beauty mark on your face.” He goes up to the blue one and says “you got a bigger beauty mark on your face.” He goes up to the green one and says, “you got the biggest beauty mark on your face.”

I then asked her if there was a punch line. She said, the pink one went up to the man and said, “You got a big booty!”

I asked her if she made it up herself. She did, THEN we all started laughing. Guess you had to be there!

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I Don’t Like Tambourines!

Driving Grace (5) home from preschool the other day she says, “Mom, I don’t like tambourines!” “Okay,” I think to myself and then ask some probing questions to find out why. I’m thinking maybe they played tambourines in school. “no!”or church “No!” After several minutes of trying to figure out what she’s saying, I ask again. “Why don’t you like tambourines?” “Because I don’t,” she huffs, obviously frustrated by my lack of understanding. Then she adds, “Don’t give me tambourines in my lunch anymore!”

“Ah, ha!” I thought and tried not to chuckle. TANGERINES! Grace doesn’t like tangerines, which I put in her lunch. Made total sense!

Timothy: Another Book Lover

Timmy’s (7) become a lover of books, and even though he’s in school right now, I’m so excited I got to teach him how to read. He recently started chapter books. He’s read Flat Stanley and some old Abeka first grade readers. I don’t even tell him to read, he just does. Friday, he was a little disappointed about his day:

Timmy: “I never finish my work early on Friday.”

Mom: “I’m sorry about that. We can do it over the weekend.”

Timmy: “But when we finish it early we get our choice to either read a book, read the dictionary …”

Mom: Not really understanding where the conversation is headed.

Timmy: “I wish I’d finish my work early.”

Mom: “What would you do if you did?”

Timmy: “I’d read a book!”

Mom: Grinning…proud of my new book lover!

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This month Joey turned 11! I can remember when he was two, climbing up on the counter to get an “ashew” (apples. He still loves his apples and all fruit for that matter…) and how he used to push a chair up against the door when he was two so he could climb on it and open the door.

He loved to be upside down and tumbled all over the place. So I put him in gymnastics at 18 months. Joey was a natural!

He was also an easy going baby and toddler. Whenever something spilled or he did something wrong, I said, “That’s okay!” He adopted that mantra as well, totally opposite of his older brother who tended to be more controlling over every little thing. I’m not sure when Joey lost his easy going attitude. Maybe it was one too many conflict with his older brother.

When Joey was first born, his older brother doted on him. They were best friends. I’m not sure when the switch happened. Maybe it’s because Chris liked to play with action figures and Joey never even picked one up as a toddler. He preferred to build things like marble towers, and train track and later K’Nex rollercoasters. The brothers are just too complete opposites. I’m still praying that one day they’ll be best friends again.

Joey is the one I never thought would be cast in several plays. He doesn’t have his brother’s gift of singing, but the directors saw past that and cast him in several shows. When Joey was Chip in Beauty and the Beast, he was the only little kid in the cast and the director would often remark at how great he was at taking stage directions. The director said he’s work with Joey anytime!

One thing I learned while homeschooling Joey is how smart he really is. I thought my oldest was smart, but Joey’s mind never quits working. He gets things so quickly and on the standardized tests in 4th grade, his grade average in various subjects ranged from a 6th grader to a 9th grader. Needless to say I’m proud, but his constant chattering and explaining drives me batty.

Joey has a heart after God, and it’s evident by the fact he started to read the bible through on his own last year (but I discouraged him from reading the Old Testament when he got to the part about Lot and the angels!) He’s the only one of my kids that truly gave something up for lent (second servings at meals) and his Sunday School teacher said Joey should probably be teaching the class.

I can’t believe my toe-head baby is growing up. I wish I had the time to post more photos!

He’s the one I really need to focus on. He’s the one that’s often over looked. He’s the one whose smile brightens my day and still isn’t too old for snuggles!

Happy Birthday Joey!

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This past weekend we took the kids and my mom to the local circus. It’s always a thrill to sit in the big arena and watch all the animal, dare devil and acrobatic acts. Though while my eyes flitted from ring to ring trying to soak it all in I noticed my little girl was more interested in finding the cotton candy man.

During some of the acts, especially they extremely long animal acts, I found my mind wandering to book plots and titles. I can up with two cozy mysteries. One taking place in a circus! I guess only time will tell if they will ever come into being

But it wasn’t until later, when I got home that I began to see my life was like a three ring circus, and I’m trying to perform in all three!

There’s the ring of parenting, writing and faith and throw in my renewed effort to really work on being the best wife I could be!

I’m certainly not the main attraction in any of these arenas. In fact, often times I feel more like the lion tamer fighting off parenting problems, writing interruption and faith distractions. But still I’m on stage, putzing along, doing my best and hoping that maybe just maybe one day I’ll get it right!

Okay, this analogy is really hurting and I guess it’s a testimony to how tired and scattered I am. But you get the meaning of this post. Maybe one day I’ll be able to write a really good post about my life as a three ring circus. Until then, I’ll keep jumping from ring to ring!

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