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Charlotte, North Carolina, United States
I'm first of all a Christian mother. I have five children and two grandchildren whom I adore. Does this make me June Cleaver? Not even on a good day. But I do wake up every day acutely aware of how my actions affect the behavior of my children and even others around me. I said I was AWARE of it not that I was GOOD at it! So goes my day...

Monday, August 07, 2006

Monday and guess who's here.......Markel, the unofficially adopted neighborhood boy! Mason's being a real punk right now to everyone because now no one is playing with him."He who does not play with Mason shall be miserable." Why are some kids that way? I'm glad I only got one of that kind. They all act like they are totally neglected and never received anything halfway decent their entire lives......I think they each harbor this secret desire to drown the others. "The others" being anyone or anything Mom pays attention to, including the cats......and this computer now that I think of it. But for this very moment "computer" and I are having a little parent/electronic device personal time. So for now we'll just pretend "computer" is an only child. We'll play scanning games, maybe a little "find the file" because he likes to stash them in cyber eternity where he knows mommy will never find them! Ok....maybe it's mommy who really wants to drown them.......Maybe later.
I did get a little "free time" today if you want to call any moment away from this zoo "free." Does the dentist count? Getting my wisdom teeth worked on isn't exactly relaxing....But I was lying down....with my eyes closed. Not out of fear but because you can't see anything from that vantage point anyway except four hands, a drill and a "slobber slurper." Having my jaws pryed open wide enough to insert a whole watermelon and held in that position with plastic "bite props" was seriously painful....still is. Maybe they do that so you'll be distracted from the drill in your mouth. Or from the 20 fingers, and a multitude of cottonballs and electrical appliances vicariously close to my "gagger." And I have a really strong gag reflex. The urge to swallow was totally unbearable and very difficult to stifle. Ok, so maybe that wasn't "free" time......Somebody tell my daughter (who watched all of the boys during mommy's "playtime") that. But HER playdate with the "gag master" is Friday so "Ha Ha."