Parent Teacher Conference.

I told the kids that today I would meet them at the school because it's parent teacher conferences today. School lets out at 3:55pm. I spent 10 minutes looking for the kids. I was beginning to worry but finally Zach had to yell "AIMEE" for me to see him. I'm getting old. I guess I can't see like I think I can. I should have just looked for the kindergarten student that was walking up to me all funny because he peed his pants. That student would be Sam. Zach's conference is at 4:15 with Sam's immediately following at 4:30. At 4:12 Sam asks me "if anyone has any wipes?" He informs me he pooped his pants as well. Are you serious? Zach takes him the to bathroom to clean up because I now have to meet with Zach's teacher. The boys come in classroom few minutes later and Zach says everything taken care of. As we leave the room 10 minutes later I notice that there are footprints in the carpet that look a little like poop. The poor janitors have already pulled out the carpet cleaner to clean up the poopie footsteps that are all up and down the hall. Did I mention that this is a brand new school? It takes me about 3 seconds to figure out where it's all coming from. The poop that Sam "cleaned up" has fallen out of his pants and he has stepped on it and tracked it all over. Awesome. I have him take off his shoe and we just keep walking like it wasn't us. Sam's conference has started and we sit and listen and I keep smelling the lovely aroma of crap. Finally done and I notice that Sam has lost his coat. I'm pretty sure it's in the bathroom from when he "cleaned" himself. As I round the corner to the bathroom now the poor janitors have taken out a pressure washer. What the crap!?! Did he get poop everywhere? I just turned around and walked away. No coat. Oh well. He was bound to grow out of it someday. At home now and Sam is going to the shower and he is undressing. The kid did not wear underwear today. No wonder the poop came out his pant leg.

I'm tired.

Me.

In my constant and it seems never ending quest for Happiness, there are questions that I continually ask myself. Am I unhappy? Why do I feel unhappy? What will make me happy? What and where is my happy place? The list can go on and on. I know that I should not compare myself and my life to other peoples lives but that is a hard one for me. Its something that I have done for years and in my realization that the grass is definitely NOT greener over on the other side, it has let me know one thing. My life is actually pretty dang good. I have amazing children who will always snuggle me, a delicious man I come home to and a cozy bed to get into at night. When I take it down to the basics, I am one lucky girl. I know that tomorrow I might doubt things or have a moment or even 20 moments of craziness but for right here, right now...

It's a great day!!!!!!!!!!!

Today.

So I get home from work today and no one was home. Chris was picking boys up from school and wasn't back yet. I knew I had to return some books to the library right behind my house so perfect opportunity. A quick run by myself. I pull out of my neighborhood and guess who was pulled over on the side of the road (the road that butts up to my backyard)?

Chris.

I pulled over on the opposite side of road and roll my window down, "Are you getting a ticket?"


C: Maybe.

A: For what?

C: Kids not buckled.

I pull away slightly irritated wondering if a seat belt ticket goes against auto insurance or just a money ticket.

I drop my books off and go home. When I walk in the house I can hear Zach crying and I ask him what's wrong. He is totally traumatized that dad got pulled over and tells me that it's all his fault. I console him for a minute but can't seem to get much info off of him due to all the tears so I go ask Chris what happened. He did not get a ticket but did get a warning. It wasn't even Zach who wasn't buckled. It was the turkey Samson.

Who couldn't give a crap.

He is not even the slightest bit worried that his beloved daddy could have gotten in trouble. Meanwhile Zach has been crying for almost an hour and is having a difficult time getting over it.

My tender lovebug. He is such a sweet boy.

What was I thinking?

I am a procrastinator. Bad.

I saw the cutest thing on MarthaStewart.com and thought I could do that. Make our own totally cute Valentines to give to the classmates instead of buying the cheesy Spiderman or Transformer ones. I have had all of the stuff needed for at least a week. But I waited. Until Monday night at 5:30pm. I waited so long that the boys were no longer a part of this because I didn't have the luxory of time to involve them. So I sit for 4 freaking long hours and make these really cute sucker flowers. 57 of them.

I'm not so sure I think they are so cute anymore.

Next year we are back to buying the cheesy ones.

Words to live by.

The single greatest thing you can do to change your life today would be to start being grateful for what you have now, and the more grateful you are right now, the more you will get.

~Oprah~

What makes a bad night good?

When life comes at you full speed and seems so overwhelming, what do you do?

You make Rootbeer floats for the kids and sit back and enjoy the scene.

I am trying my hardest to see all the good that's out there when all I want to do is stay in bed and cry. Thanks to my sweet friend Amber for hangin with us tonight and playing Phase 10 (even though she sucked), eatting my leftovers and just being there.

Tomorrow. Another day.

My grateful for Wednesday.

Found this hysterical.