shattered ego...

I didn't get a job offer I really wanted and I'm bummed. I'm not sure if I'm more bummed that I'll probably be teaching pre-k another year (instead of art) or that this is the first time I've never been offered a job after an interview. I've always been offered the job, even though I didn't always take it. I guess my heart's a bit broken and my ego's a little shattered. I know I have to think, "this happened for a reason and there's a better school out there for me", BUT I'm still bummed. I keep telling myself, it's their loss. Right?

gotta love teaching...

I had to chase a emotionally disturbed student down a busy street today. Lesson learned: Never chase a 4 year old in flip-flops.

should be counting my sheep...

Both of my children are in bed asleep. Tired and worn out from the hot summer sun. I'm just trying to figure out why I'm on the computer and not in bed too.

one going on sixteen...

When do the pre-teen years start? Age one? Seriously. My daughter has a pre-teen attitude already. When you tell her "no", she says "ahh", flaps her hand at you, and walks off with a strut. A serious strut. Excuse me? When I tell her "no", she runs off to daddy (she's quite the daddy's girl). When Mike tells her "no", she pouts with the big, fat lip and all. I know girls are smarter (and I know this cause I am one), but this is a little too much. She's already stomping off when she gets mad and she raises her little voice in a "right-back-at-ya" tone. I have a feeling the "terrible two's" are going to start early and end at age 18. Help.

happy mother's day...

Thank you Mom for everything you have done for me, Oliver, and Lennon. I may not have always appreciated it or always seemed grateful, but I am now. It's true what they say, "you'll never understand until you're a Mom". So true. Now I know how much my Mom truly loved me and my siblings. When we cried, she cried too. When we were hurt, she was hurt too. When we we're sad, she was sad too. I can also understand how angry we could make her (sorry about spilling nail polish remover on your new coffee table). No matter how much we made her want to pull her hair out (I know, cause I've been there), she still always kissed us goodnight and told us, "I love you". I get it. Being a Mom is a selfless job that NEVER ends. My Mom is an inspiration and I hope I can be the Mom she always was to me.

I love you Mom.

you'll scratch your eyes out...

Oliver just told me I couldn't trim his nails because he wants to be Wolverine. When he scratches his eyes out, I'll call Marvel Comics and thank them.

happy birthday my darling leni...

Lennon Elizabeth

May 5, 2008

I love the way your eyes look like crescent moons when you smile. I love your soft, swirls of curliness. I love how you shake your head no, always with a mischievous smile. I love how you suck your thumb and love to cuddle with anything soft. I love how you can already say your brother's name, "Ah-der". I love how you follow Oliver everywhere. I love how you shake your hips whenever there's a beat. I love how girly you already are. I love how your a daddy's girl.
I love you.