What was I thinking?

First, let me say that to a point I can be a perfectionist. I know that this has it's good and it's bad, but love me just the same. When it comes to my child I simply become a neurotic, "I want it to be the best possible," perfectionist. Birthday parties for my child, just put me into overdrive.

Now, it's hard enough to move. We have lived in the same house that we had built 8 1/2 years ago when we got married. We just aren't the moving type. We are more of the cozy, settle in one place type. I have found that over the last week and a half since closing, I have sprouted triple the number of gray hairs that I had before thanks to this whole moving business. I simply feel overwhelmed and can't tell up from down half the time. Yes, we are slowly getting it down but man I wish we had it all done. I look around and feel like we have done nothing and I had really, really, really wanted to be moved in before Chase's party. Which, brings me to the whole next paragraph.

I sort of remember making the comment that I did not want to attempt to move into a new house while trying to plan Chase's Big Mickey Mouse Birthday Bash... at the zoo. Apparently I should have never said that, because it's exactly what is happening. Being the neurotic perfectionist I am, I do it all. The planning, the party bags, the suckers, the cake, you get the picture. Only this year I am doing individual cakes, one Mickey Mouse for each child. How many children you ask? 18. Yes, I think I've lost it. Oh, then there is the big cake for the 22+ adults we are expecting. Hmmmm, what was I thinking?

Happy Valentine's Day 2008

Happy Valentine's Day to you and to us! At 10:00 a.m. this morning our house was funded and officially became ours! I never thought that we would own two houses, it is exciting and terrifying all at once. :o)

As for Chase he had a great Valentine's Day himself. His favorite thing he received has been his Shrek card that reads, "How can you tell who's been eating your Valentine candy?" "Just listen!" As you open the card it lets out an enormous burp. Being as boy as they come and loving all bodily functions (just like his Daddy) he finds this absolutely hilarious and laughs hysterically when he hears it... all the while telling Shrek to excuse himself. *sigh* Life through the eyes of a child, isn't it a wonderful thing when something so simple (and gross) makes life so funny.

We hope that your Valentine's Day was perfect in every way, ours certainly seems ot have been!

The New House

After many, many, many bumps in the road we are scheduled to close tomorrow at 2:30. We shall see.

A Bedtime Story by Chase

There was a monster that scared Chase so Daddy smacked it. The End

Boy, who do we think Chase's hero is?

Keep Moving Forward

Sometimes I just feel really lost in the hustle and bustle of daily life. Teaching is a tough gig and teaching first grade is even tougher (out of the three grades I've taught, this one kicks my butt every year). I always want to slap people when they say things like, "You're so lucky to get three months off in the summer or boy, must be nice to only work 8-4, etc, etc." Trust me, teachers are off for a reason. 1) Let's just say if I made overtime, I'd be swimming in the money. I have no clue what a "40" hour work week is because mine tend to be closer to 60. 2) If we didn't get a break from the lovely angels we teach, we'd go completely, totally, 100% insane, and 3) Summers are not three months long. We are lucky to get 10 weeks off in the summer. Yes, I know that is 10 weeks, but refer back to numbers 1 and 2 please. Anyway, back to what I was originally talking about. Throw in the Mommy to a toddler gig and trying to help run a household gig and there are days that seems to just go on forever and ever. Thank God I have a good husband that helps out and pulls part of the workload or I don't think I could make it. Don't get me wrong, I'm thankful for all of this. I'm thankful I have a job to go to and that most of the time it's rewarding one, I'm thankful that I have a healthy toddler and am crazy enough to even want another, and I'm thankful that I have a home to help run. But, every once in a while I just want a break. I want to just drive until I run out of gas, but then I realize that with gas prices the way they are that probably wouldn't work real well. Then I think that maybe I could just walk for miles and miles, but let's face it I'm fluffier and older than I was 10 years ago so that probably wouldn't work either. So, I tell myself that I'll just keep moving forward and that in time, things will maybe, possibly, finally slow down just a little where I can actually catch my breath. Yeah... I know, who am I kidding??