Did you know that we have a 25 pound dictator in this house? He is the sweetest dictator in the whole world but he is mighty stubborn. I'd say he gets his way a good percentage of the time; hence dictatorship. Dang it. I thought this was a democracy.
Today I RSVP'd that we would not be attending the National Children's Memorial on December 10th in Philadelphia. We have gone twice before, the year Lucas died and the year right after. We did not go last year as the littlest was too little and this year, well, I still think he's too little. Typically, it's snowing then in Philly and we are outside, I don't want to subject him to that when he's this age. ---The lady who heads up the whole event every year is really fantastic. I emailed her and let her know we would not be there, the official RSVP was in the mail but wanted to know if I could submit a different picture of Lucas than I have in the past and a written submission for the booklet. I sent both on. As I searched through to find the just right picture of him, I was reminded of how real he was. Well, of course he was real. I meant, I think I'm forgetting again. Maybe that is what upsets me. Maybe that is why the guilt resides in me, has claimed my emotions and is paying such high rent. I don't know. So when I saw the pictures, well, the littlest was right there and there I was losing it all over again. Wipe the tears, suck it up, move on. Get it done. The end. She replied back within an hour and thanked me for the beautiful writing and picture and assured me it would go in the booklet to honor his memory. A sense of peace waves over me.
Why didn't I figure out a long dang time ago that a chart was all I needed? I mean, seriously, a chart and these little cling on stars seem to be bringing more peace to my life than previously I had. The Oldest is suddenly taking more responsibility, picks up toys at the end of the night without even having been asked, brushes his teeth with no fussing, showers with no grumbles, makes his bed every morning like it's nothing and there you have it, a chart was the answer all along. It's like easy magic. Amazing. Who would've thunk it?
I'm sick so very sick of all the political commercials. This one slandering that one, that one trashing this one, you don't know who to believe and you just want to boycott the whole thing. You can't do that though. It's our right and privledge to vote, so we have to research and educate ourselves the best we can and vote. The commercials though are driving me nuts. I'm learning to tune them out.
Did you see the game where the pitcher had the pine tar on his thumb in the World Series? Oh the controversy. And my husband cannot stop talking about it good Heavens, you'd think he owned the team or something. I'm thinking, yeah, ok, that's no surprise, someone is trying to get away with something in sports again, and not owning up to it, in one ear and out the other. He on the other hand, cannot let it go. He's amused by it all apparently. I'm quite over it. The thumb and the pine tar. Da Da Da Da... whatever.
One last thing. Christmas is right around the corner. I'm getting a little excited. Anyone who knows me well knows I truly love this time of year. It's magical. It's for the kids. Its for us all to remember and take time...for family.
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