tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15354090980557238762024-03-19T06:00:47.027-07:00I am Not a Mom!!!! I am a Zookeeper!!!Here I will share little tidbits of my life as a single mother of 3. Sometimes I lovingly refer to my kids as the Wild Ones. Other times, the Royalty - The Princess, Her Sidekick - sir Gripes-A-Lot, and the Royal Court Jester. Life around this place is crazy, funny, serious, stressful, but always filled with LOVE!!!!!!!!!!Mom2Mcubehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12509153923706429669noreply@blogger.comBlogger58125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535409098055723876.post-7264182620687787632011-11-19T20:20:00.000-08:002011-11-19T20:24:00.045-08:00What to say???? It has literally been YEARS since I have sat down and written anything. Many of you are privy to my random musings on Facebook. At some point, I will fill all of you in on the happenings and not happenings in my life. I have much to say and need prayers more than you can even imagine. As I begin to find the words, I will begin to post more on my blog.<div><br /></div><div>I have enjoyed reading and catching up on everyone's pages lately.</div><div><br /></div><div>Much love!!!</div>Mom2Mcubehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12509153923706429669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535409098055723876.post-20358090518535185642009-07-22T10:46:00.000-07:002009-07-22T10:47:19.001-07:00This White Girl Ain't Got No Groove!!!For those of you that do not know, I recently joined the gym. My first night, Blondie asked for a hug before I left. She then asked me where I was going. I told her I was going to work out. She looked at me and busted out laughing. <br /><br />The other day, I came back from the gym, and the Wild Man asked me if I had worked out. I told him I had, and he asked me how much weight I had lost. <br /><br />Last night, I was taking the 2 little ones with me to the gym and leaving them in child care. Comically enough, they thought I was “working at the gym,” – the gym at our church. LOL <br /><br />So, last night I let a friend of mine convince me to go to a class called “Groove.” It is an exercise class that incorporates dance steps/moves. I tried to tell her there was a reason I was in flag corps – we didn’t need groove. She told me they didn’t “groove” in cheerleading back then, either. I went agreed to go.<br /><br />I walk into the dimly lit class. I was trying to decide whether that was for “mood” or so that we didn’t notice each other’s fat rolls moving around. They had a curtain drawn over the mirror in the front of the room, which I really appreciated. I did not want to see myself looking like a clumsy idiot. So the instructor is this really cute, thin girl named Amber. We start off doing some easy steps, and I thought it might not be too bad. However, just about the time I got used to that step, she adds another one. Then she decides to teach us a different one. Then, she wants us to add arm movements. Sorry, but that wasn’t going to happen. It was hard enough thinking about where my feet were supposed to go. How in the heck could I think about the arm movements???<br /><br />I quickly learned something VERY important. A sports bra is absolutely positively 100% necessary for this class. She taught us a move that involved jumping. I tried it once and after realizing my boobs just hit me in the chin decided I would just walk-out that move. <br /><br />During the class, I look at the girl next to me and quickly decided she had either taken dancing or was trying to pretend she had. In between songs, I learned she had taken dancing for 20 yrs. I booted her off the back row and made her get in front of me, little twit!<br /><br />After about the 3rd song or so, I wanted to ask Instructor Amber how old she was? She’s up there sweating and moving but not losing her breath. Twit! At one point she said we were going to like the next song. I loudly said: “Liar.” <br /><br />I don’t remember ½ of those songs being that fast when I heard them on the radio years ago. I may be wrong, but I think she sped them up!<br /><br />I’m still trying to decide if the issue was my lack of “groove,” or the excess poundage that was causing me some much grief during that class. I’m not sure, but I think I’m going to stick to the treadmill and weight machines. No groove required there…Mom2Mcubehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12509153923706429669noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535409098055723876.post-40742395266878737032009-05-20T07:39:00.000-07:002009-05-20T07:40:09.162-07:00More things I have learned as a Mom:There is always one more person living with you than you realize. That person is “Not Me,” and he/she seems to cause a LOT of trouble.<br /><br />After spraying dog grooming spray in her hair, the 5 y/o will then ask if she is going to turn into a puppy.<br /><br />Your anal retentive child will allow the dog to take a bite of his pizza.<br /><br />The same anal retentive child thinks the dog’s water bowl must be filled from the kitchen faucet, not the one in the bathroom.<br /><br />Just when you think you have caught up on the laundry – it is bath time. That means another 4 outfits that need to be washed.<br /><br />The sock fairy tends to regurgitate all the socks he has eaten AFTER you have replenished the supply of socks.<br /><br />If you cannot find a brush or ponytail holder, look in the box with the Barbies.<br /><br />It may take you 3 hours to clean their room, but your children can destroy it in under 20 minutes.<br /><br />Silence is NOT golden, it is PLATINUM!!!!<br /><br />A trip to Wal-Mart alone is a mini-vacation.<br /><br />The only time you can take a shower in peace is VERY early in the morning.<br /><br />No one cares that you are sitting on the toilet. If they need to ask you something or need something out of the bathroom, they will just walk in.<br /><br />Each child has that one shirt they tend to get dirtier than any other item of clothing they own.<br /><br />Learn to pick your battles. If the 5 y/o insists on wearing hot pink sparkly shoes with socks with her green shirt, so be it.<br /><br />Your youngest child will learn how to “work” their older siblings to get what they want.<br /><br />Your older kids will spoil your youngest child more than you do.<br /><br />“I can’t find it” is code for: I stood in the middle of the room and looked around. You need to come find it for me.<br /><br />The best place to hide the remote controls to your TV is under the covers while making up your bed. (He,he,he – They still haven’t figured this one out.)<br /><br />There will be times when you hide something from your kids, only to realize you also hid it from yourself. Six months later, and I still can’t find the basket with my haircutting stuff.<br /><br />I have kids, therefore it is NOT necessary for me to grow up.<br /><br />Your kids sporting events are a great way to socialize with other adults.<br /><br />You can have 3 kids from the same 2 parents, and they have 3 different personalities.<br /><br />Babies 2 & 3 will NOT have the same temperament as baby #1.<br /><br />It is possible to build up a child’s self-esteem, i.e. “Matt you look precious.” Her response: “I know.”<br /><br />Just because they ate it as an infant/toddler, definitely does NOT mean they will eat it once they are old enough to verbalize their opinion.<br /><br />The last child to get up will not necessarily be the last one ready to walk out the door.<br /><br />Your schedule is just that – “Your schedule.” It is definitely not theirs.Mom2Mcubehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12509153923706429669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535409098055723876.post-62594164470361096492009-05-08T08:07:00.000-07:002009-05-08T08:14:33.137-07:00Mother's Day and the Single MomMother’s Day is one of those “days” that I would prefer to just bypass, along with Valentine’s Day, my birthday, etc. You see Mother’s Day for a single mom is not really any different than any other day. There is no husband/boyfriend to coordinate breakfast in bed, getting a gift or card and no one to take over the morning routine. Heck, last year I bought my own gift. We were at a softball tournament and there was a vendor selling monogrammed items. They had a really cute insulated travel mug. Maggie wanted to “buy” it for me because I never do anything for myself. The sentiment was so sweet. However, writing a check for your own gift really bites. LOL<br /><br />Anyway, I wanted to share with you what Mother’s Day might look like to many single moms:<br /><br />Wake up to the typical Sunday morning chaos.<br />Fix the coffee.<br />Drink first cup of coffee.<br />Take a shower.<br />Iron 4 outfits for church.<br />Pass out the freshly ironed clothes.<br />Start putting on make-up.<br />Begin sending kids (one-at-a-time) to the bathroom to brush their teeth.<br />Continue putting on make-up.<br />Discuss with each child which shoes they should wear.<br />Finish with make-up.<br />Make sure each child has at least brushed their hair.<br />Drink next cup of coffee.<br />Start doing hair.<br />Debate with daughters over their preferred hairstyles.<br />Help little man get his head full of cowlicks to lie down.<br />Finish up girls hair.<br />Have all those little people get their stuff together.<br />Fix one last cup of coffee for the road.<br />Get in the car and head to church.<br /><br />At church I receive gifts made by the precious hands of my kids. I truly, truly LOVE these gifts. After church, we go back home and decide what we are going to have for lunch. I have tried taking the kids out to eat for Mother's Day, but the sentiment loses something when you are sitting there refereeing 3 kids and you have to sign the bill for your own Mother's Day lunch. LOL <br /><br />Do NOT get me wrong. I know I am blessed! My kids are absolutely AWESOME, and I know that they try to make Mother’s Day as special as they are able. I do love the looks on those beautiful faces when they each give me their handmade gifts. It is truly priceless.<br /><br />So, take time to look around at the single moms in your life and try to make their day a little more special. Just as important, pray for the women that want to be Mothers but have yet to be blessed. And don’t forget to pray for those that have lost their Mothers. We must remember for some this day is a day to celebrate motherhood, for others it is just another ordinary Sunday and for some it is a day to mourn their loss.Mom2Mcubehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12509153923706429669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535409098055723876.post-15889772267829725332009-04-30T10:24:00.000-07:002009-04-30T10:59:09.358-07:00It's been a rough season...This one really rambles. I do hope after reading this you have been able to get the gist of it.<br /><br />As I'm sure the majority of you know, Maggie plays softball. She truly loves the game. She is not a phenomenal player, but she is not bad, either. In the 4 seasons she has played, this has definitely been the worst. It started from the 1st practice. This year, she moved up to 10 & Under which is kid pitch. Last year, she played catcher, and did a really good job. At the first practice she approached the coach about catching. Next thing you know, another little girl is catching. The comment from one of the coaches: "This is nothing like 8 and Under. There is a lot of pressure on the catcher now." Well, heaven forbid we give a child a chance to see what she can and cannot do. Maggie has not been afforded the opportunity to see/show what she is capable of this year. They placed her in right field from day one, and that is where she has stayed. For those of you that do not know a lot about softball, in 10U, the ball RARELY makes it to right field. She has gotten her hands on the ball <strong>1 (ONE)</strong> time during a game this year. Bless her heart, the ball has become her nemesis - she can hit it all day in a batting cage, but panics during a game. She has not hit the ball this season. <br /><br />My sweet girl feels like she has been singled out all season. She definitely does not feel liked by her team, and I can completely see why she feels that way. Did I mention the fact that there have been numerous games where she sat in the dugout all but about 15 mins of a 1 hr. 15 min. game? <br /><br />Now, of all things, the girl has decided she wants to learn to pitch. I was AMAZED the other night, after she forced me to catch for well over an hour. She can actually do it, and she LOVES it. She asked her coach to catch for her the other day, and the coach actually did. Her coach then called over the <em>other</em> coach to watch her. You have NO idea how much this did for my girl's self-esteem. It was a HUGE ego booster. Whether or not she gets to pitch in a game before the season ends in the next week-and-a-half remains to be seen. However, I will be hiring a pitching/fielding coach for her - aka my cousin (cheap labor).<br /><br />This morning after contemplating all of this, I came to another one of my "revelations." The seasons of our lives, are just like Maggie's softball seasons. There are some really great seasons where we feel accomplished and proud, and then there are seasons where we are disappointed and feel pushed aside and sit alone in the "dugout" waiting for it to get better.<br /><br />When Maggie started getting really discouraged, I went to Lifeway and purchased some little cards that are the size of a business card. They have Bible verses and inspirational messages on them. I also purchased her a pewter cross hat pin. She now wears the hat pin on her visor and has one of the cards in the top of her batting helmet. I also had a decal made for the back of her batting helmet "Phil. 4:13." I have even written that verse out on her arm before a game. All I can truly do is reassure her that next season will be better. So too does God's word reassure us that our next "season" will be better. <br /><br />Back to my revelation. As I have read and re-read each of the cards I purchased for her, it hit me. I need to put into practice what these verses and inspirations say. Here I am trying to reassure and lift-up my child, and I am learning and have become blessed as well. It is in ministering to others that we will sometimes end up ministering to our toughest audience - ourselves. <br /><br />The rough seasons make us stronger. The smooth seasons help us to enjoy life and all of His wonderful blessings. Just as each year has its seasons, so does each and every life. Some seasons are rough like the dead of winter or the sweltering heat of summer. Other seasons are easy and beautiful like the falling leaves in the fall and the blooming of flowers in the spring. Just like each season has its purpose, so do the seasons of our life. We may not understand the purpose, but He knows exactly what He has planned.Mom2Mcubehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12509153923706429669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535409098055723876.post-89510900073066524402009-04-16T10:59:00.001-07:002009-04-16T10:59:44.034-07:00Looking Through the ViewfinderFor those you that do not know, I absolutely LOVE taking pictures of my kids. Capturing their proud and silly moments is one of my favorite hobbies. I am by no means great at it, but just good enough to love looking at their pictures. I always have my camera with me and around my neck at their baseball/softball games, getting pictures of them warming up, hitting the ball, standing in the field. I absolutely love it. I am constantly looking through the viewfinder and zooming in on those precious angels. The other night, it hit me. What am I missing when I am constantly looking through that viewfinder? Am I missing the bigger picture? If I had not been looking through the viewfinder the other night, I would have noticed the pitcher on Maggie’s team crying in the circle. A few weeks ago, I might have missed Matt standing on 1st base waving “Hi” to her coach when the coach was actually trying to wave her on to 2nd base. <br /><br />Every day, we tend to look at life through a viewfinder. We become focused and zoom in on our tasks, schedules, errands, etc. What about the bigger picture? The other night, if I had remained focused on getting the kids to bed, I would have missed precious time sitting on the couch just talking to Maggie. Other times, I would have missed the sweet moments with Matt, right after she wakes up. I also would miss making Miller laugh instead of being a grump when waking him up in the morning.<br /><br />So too it is with our prayer life. We often tend to place our viewfinder on one specific prayer request and zoom in on it. We become frustrated while waiting on God to answer this prayer the way WE want. How many of the (what we deem smaller) other answered prayers go unnoticed? We tend to miss the bigger picture.<br /><br />I challenge you to move out from behind the viewfinder and view life as fully and completely as possible. Even more importantly, I challenge you to move out from that viewfinder and realize that God is answering your prayers. He does not always answer the way we prefer. Begin to look at the bigger picture and notice all of the prayers He does answer and stop zooming in waiting on the answer to that one specific request.Mom2Mcubehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12509153923706429669noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535409098055723876.post-38591336615827011252009-04-11T11:36:00.000-07:002009-04-11T12:11:36.677-07:00Bummed...I have really bummed lately. I'm tired of not having anyone to spend time with, outside of my kids. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE being with my kids, but having an adult to spend time with and to enjoy them with would be so wonderful. My best friend's mother-in-law recently passed away, and she has been out-of-town taking care of her mentally ill sister-in-law. Although we do not have a lot of time to spend together, her being out-of-town only contributes to my isolation.<br /><br />We are in the midst of softball/baseball season. It gets so old sitting in the stands with all of the other parents. It is just another reminder of how alone I am. Don't get me wrong, I love this time of year and really, really enjoy watching my kids play. It is so gratifying to see their faces when they make a good play, get a good hit or score a run. The looks on their faces are priceless and fill my heart to overflowing. It would just be wonderful to have someone to share those moments with. The other parents on all three of their teams are absolutely wonderful. They are great about volunteering to help out whenever I need it. Still, being alone in a crowd really bites.<br /><br />At present, I am in a disagreement with the ex. He wants me to pull both girls from their tournaments next weekend so he can spend "one-on-one" time with them. I cannot get him to understand how much they want him to be involved in what is important to them. In the 4 years Maggie has been playing, he has seen her play one game. I finally did get him to come in town and watch Matt in a tournament, while I was with Maggie at her tournament. I thought this was going to be a turning point. Especially after he was able to see the joy on Matt's face when she got a hit and scored a run. Apparentlly, it did not change anything. I think he just does not want to be bothered with running around getting them where they need to be in order for them to play. Personally, I think he is being extremely selfish and self-centered. All I hear from him is about what he thinks is important, not what the kids think is important. It is absolutely frustrating.<br /><br />As I sit in the stands, game after game, I am reminded at what my kids are missing out on. They do not have a father that wants to see them play and be involved. How I wish they could have that... I want so much to give that to them. I want so much to have someone to share these special times with. <br /><br />There are so many things I miss. I miss having someone ask me about my day. I miss having a "sounding board." I miss having someone wrap their arms around me and hold me when life seems overwhelming. I miss holding hands while watching a movie. I miss going out for dinner and having adult conversation. I hate sitting in church alone on the weekends the kids are with their Dad. I miss phone calls during the middle of the day just to say "Hi." I miss birthday cards, anniversay dinners, mother's day surprises and the other simple things that let me know I am loved.<br /><br />I keep wondering when I will find that person. I pray constantly that God will send him my way, soon. There are times I wonder if I am going to spend the rest of my adult life single and raise my kis alone. I wish I had some insight into exactly what God's plans are for me. I know He knows what His plans are. I just wish He would clue me in.<br /><br />"For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, to give you hope and a future." Jer. 29:11Mom2Mcubehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12509153923706429669noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535409098055723876.post-89765500822754490402009-03-11T09:56:00.001-07:002009-03-11T09:56:54.280-07:00What????So... I have a “whine” to blog about today. Recently, I saw where a couple I went to high school with is celebrating their 20th wedding anniversary. You have no clue as to how depressing that is for me. This is not the only couple. I know of several couples I graduated with that have been together since high school and are STILL married. Heck, my little brother and his wife have been married 12 years. They were also high school sweethearts. Personally all of this seriously bums me out and makes me want to puke!!! I did not even make it to my 7th wedding anniversary. Matt was only 5 months old when we separated. Four years later, and I’m a slightly overweight, underpaid, divorcee with a pre-packaged family. Not to mention the fact I will turn 40 in less than 4 months!!!! UGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />All this leaves me to wonder many things. What exactly is God’s plan for my life? The only portion I have figured out is being Mom to my wonderful kids. Or, is that the only plan? Does God have someone chosen for me? Or, am I going to remain single for the rest of my life? How come I have yet to find that person to be with for the rest of my life? Does that person truly exist? I thought I found him once, but we all know how that ended. If/when I do find that person, how will I know it is him? Questions, questions, questions…<br /><br />For those of you that are married to “that person,” remember to be thankful. Remember to forgive, overlook the hard times, the arguments, disagreements, etc., and thank God for sending that person to you. You are truly blessed. There are those of us that truly wish we had what you have…Mom2Mcubehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12509153923706429669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535409098055723876.post-71686759798909932902009-02-16T13:27:00.001-08:002009-02-16T13:43:00.285-08:00Random Ramblings...It's been several weeks since I have had the opportunity to get on here, so I will just ramble a little bit.<br /><br />Let's start with the kids. The other nite, Matt was about to get into the shower and told me "I need the air conditioner." Translation: She was about to wash her hair and needed conditioner to get rid of the tangles.<br /><br />Miller a couple of teeth. I looked in his mouth and told him not to smile, he was gonna cost me a lot with an orthodontist. LOL Anyway, he lost another one, and told me: "I don't want to go to the otto-dentist. Translation: The thought of going to an orthodontist is not very appealing to him.<br /><br />Matt and Maggie have already started softball. This season is going to be absolutely hilarious!!! I have a feeling that Matt (the family comedian) is going to give quite a performance out on the field. LOL Matt has practice on Mon & Weds and Maggie's is Mon, Tues & Thurs. Miller has baseball tryouts tonight. So, we will be adding his practice to the schedule soon. My Mom does the drop offs, and I do the picking up once I get off work. I'm considering painting the car yellow, slapping a "For Hire" sign on it and picking up fairs to earn extra spending money. LOL<br /><br />Dating... Absolutely NOTHING to tell you in this category. LOL<br /><br />Valentine's Day... I honestly believe this day is just an evil ploy to remind those of us that are single, that we have NO ONE to go out with, and will NOT be receiving one of those sweet, sappy cards from the store. Personally, I would like to shoot cupid in the a** with his own arrow. Either that, or use him as a target for target practice.<br /><br />Things are going pretty well living at Mom's house. We have actually been getting along well. Presently, we are all fighting "the crud." Can someone tell me where that term came from? It sounds so "Bubba-ish." While we are on this subject, ponder this: If it is a nighttime cold/flu medication that is supposed to help you sleep, why do the directions say to take 2 every 4 hours??? If the nasal spray is supposed to last 12 hrs, how come I can no longer breath about 6 hrs after I have taken it? <br /><br />More random things to ponder...<br />- Why put crispy fried chicken on a salad? Doesn't that ruin the "healthy" aspect of the salad?<br />- Why do they make "Jr." size bat bags??? The only difference between the big girls/boys equipment is a bat is longer and the helmet is a little larger around. I loathe having to arrange things "just so" in Maggie's bat-bag so the ding-dang thing will zip.<br />- Why do men play slow-pitch softball and little girls play fast-pitch??? Is this just more proof that men are whimps?<br />- Why does the Under Armor for little boys cost almost as much as it does for the men? It uses 1/2 the fabric.<br />- Why do Matt's XS pants/shirts cost as much as Maggie's mediums/larges? It is definitely 1/2 of the fabric.Mom2Mcubehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12509153923706429669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535409098055723876.post-44357201530030895692009-01-15T07:35:00.001-08:002009-01-15T07:35:55.020-08:00More things I am learning as I get closer to the top of the hill...I am more afraid of heights than I thought. I definitely prefer this side of hill.<br />After having 3 children, my bladder does not function like it once did. Coughing & sneezing are the enemies of my bladder.<br />Wrinkles are just “war wounds,” and No amount of wrinkle cream and moisturizer will help.<br />Grey hair will always look better on men than on women.<br />The older men get, the more distinguished they look. The older women get they begin to “show their age.” What’s wrong with this picture?<br />I cannot physically force my kids to fall asleep.<br />I do not need a lot of friends. I just need my best friend, and I so love her.<br />The relationships I have now are deeper than those I once had.<br />My mother is not near as stupid as I once thought.<br />You can still miss someone 10+ years after they pass away.<br />Presently, my children think I am the smartest, most wonderful Mom in the world. This will not be so in 3 years.<br />Sitting in a chair, behind a desk all day has a negative effect on one’s backside. When did they start making the bottoms of the chairs smaller???<br />40 is actually PAST middle-aged.<br />Having common sense is highly over-rated. It tends to take the fun out of life.<br />Geepers… I sure was a stupid teenager.<br />Being senile might have some advantages.<br />Senior moments are not just for “seniors.”<br />Sitting in a nursing home having someone care for every need might not be such a bad idea.<br />I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, GRAVITY IS THE ENEMY!!!!Mom2Mcubehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12509153923706429669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535409098055723876.post-43405775654580731102009-01-12T10:37:00.000-08:002009-01-12T10:52:39.093-08:00A Little Humor, a little sadness...Yesterday morning, there was a Baptism at church. As Matt sat on my lap, I realized this was the 1st time she had ever seen one. Well, after the boy was baptized, Matt turned and whispered in my ear: "Why did he take a bath?" I thought I was going to fall out of the pew. LOL Later on in the service, she looks at me and says: "Momma, do I look pity (pretty)?" That one came from out of the blue. LOL<br /><br />Now onto the sadness. Mag is the type of child that doesn't usually verbalize her feelings and thoughts (that's why she sees a counselor). She tends to keep them all bottled up inside of her. Then, when one thing happens that upsets her, it sends her over the edge, and we have a meltdown. Well, last nite we had a meltdown. She wishes she could see her Daddy more. She also realized that he has only seen her play softball ONE time. She said, I need a Daddy. Then, she tells me she wants a Daddy - one that she sees everyday. One that will hug her everyday when he gets home. One who wants to see her everyday. What's sad is, I do not think it necessarily has to be HER Daddy. Just someone who wants to be her Daddy.<br /><br />I know I often miss being held and hugged by a man, but I never realized she missed that, too. The thought never crossed my mind that my children miss being held, hugged and loved everyday by a father. It makes me sad that I got wrapped up in my own longings, that I did not see theirs. This is not the first time this issue has been brought up. I try to explain to Maggie that God has that perfect person chosen for us, and we have to wait until He is ready for him to come into our lives. Ironically, I expect a 9 1/2 year old to be patient, when my patience is wearing thin. LOL <br /><br />So, the question is: "How do I help her?" I am completely clueless on this one... I try my best to be both Mommy and Daddy, but I know they need more. They want that real father-figure. I so wanted to tell her that she can call on God as her father, but I know she is wanting the physical presence and closeness. I just did not have even an inkling on how to deal with this issue. All I could do was hold her, comfort her and tell her how glad I am that God loaned her to me. After all, our children are simply "Angels on loan from God."Mom2Mcubehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12509153923706429669noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535409098055723876.post-81785525315623398262008-12-31T07:07:00.000-08:002008-12-31T07:11:25.673-08:00You know you are standing at the top of the hill when...<span style="font-family:arial;">I am heading "Over-The-Hill" this year. My best friend, will get there first, in February, and I will follow 4 months later. I am having a difficult time dealing with turning the big "4-0." However, as usual, I try to find the humor in it. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">…To you, Salt ‘N Peppa is no longer just a 90’s rap duo, but the color of your hair;<br />…Your dream family car is no longer the Trans Am you said it would be when you were a teenager, but the ever-practical minivan;<br />…You feel for the sweet little old lady who has “fallen and [I] can’t get up,” and think having one of those devices is a good idea;<br />…It doesn’t matter how cute the shoes are, if they are not comfortable, you are NOT going to wear them;<br />…Laying down on the bed to zip your jeans is definitely NOT an option;<br />…Your hairstyle is no longer fashionable, but practical;<br />…You hear noises coming from different parts of your body, and never realized they were capable of such a thing;<br />…Your bras are no longer pretty, but functional, in order to help defy gravity;<br />…You think pretty panties are completely impractical;<br />…You cringe every time some young punk refers to you as “Ma’am;”</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">…Your dream man is no longer tall, dark and handsome, but easy on the eyes, gainfully employed, may (or may not) have hair and seems reasonably stable;<br />…You think President Bush is a rather nice-looking man, and not an old fart…</span><br /><p><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> </p>Mom2Mcubehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12509153923706429669noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535409098055723876.post-22523150589341507732008-12-26T15:41:00.000-08:002008-12-26T15:59:38.491-08:00"I am blessed...""... I am blessed. From when I rise up in the morning, 'til I lay my head to rest..." It's so true. As down and lonesome as I get, I am constantly reminded that I am so blessed. I have three gorgeous kids, a wonderful mother, sweet brothers, a loving church family and so much more.<br /><br />This Christmas, I was able to do slightly more for the kids. Then, I received a call from some friends at another church that were wanting to help a single mom - Me. I could not believe it. I told them just a little, and they went soooo wwwwaaayyy overboard. I went to the mailbox Christmas Eve morning, and someone had anonymously sent me a $50 Wal-Mart gift card. Then, as usual, I went to my best friend's parents' house for Christmas. I returned with 4 more presents per child. I cannot believe the blessings we receive, when I least expect them. <br /><br />This was absolutely the best Christmas my kids have ever had. It gives me such joy to see how many people love us and care about us. Sometimes, I feel so undeserving. God constantly uses the people around me to remind me that He is here, and He cares. At times, it is overwhelming, and then, at other times, is it so subtle. <br /><br />God truly sees each and every need and each and every want. He alway takes care of our needs, and at times also fulfills our wants. God truly is like our earthly father. Our earthly father's take care of our needs, and also fulfill some of our wants. We are all so blessed.Mom2Mcubehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12509153923706429669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535409098055723876.post-47401480612579138282008-12-13T20:08:00.000-08:002008-12-13T20:15:23.339-08:00Bah, Humbug!Okay, so I thought I would let you in on my thoughts with regard to Christmas music.<br /><br />I am not very fond of it. Have you ever truly sat still and listened to the words of these songs? They are absolutely retarded! From the day after Thanksgiving, until the day after Christmas, I refuse to listen to my favorite station Christian station, they play Christmas music 24/7 for that month. UGH!!!! So, I am listening to streaming music from AFR (American Family Radio). However, I still get absolutely annoyed when they feel the need to throw in a Christmas song. <br /><br />Think about the lines to “We Wish You a Merry Christmas…”<br /><br />“Oh, bring us some Figgie pudding. Oh bring us some Figgie pudding.” What the heck is freakin’ Figgie pudding? Is that baby-talk for fig pudding? If so, who wants to eat that anyway. Besides, I think they sound a little demanding asking for it. "We won't go until we get some..." Can they say "Please?"<br /><br />Also, think about “I’ll Be Home for Christmas.” “…please have snow and mistle toe, and presents <strong><u>on</u></strong> the tree.” Who the heck puts the flippin’ presents on the tree???<br /><br />If the kid really did see “Mommy Kissing Santa Claus,” don’t you think he would have been traumatized, hated Santa, hated Christmas and possibly his mother? Besides, don’t you think he would have told his Dad, who then would have told him Santa Claus was not real? The kid would have been traumatized…<br /><br />Now, what about "Deck the Halls?" I'm sorry, but I would prefer NOT to deck the halls with "boughs of holly." That stuff is pretty ding-dang prickly. <br /><br />A bunch of lyrical geniuses…<br /><br />Now, the traditional Christian Christmas songs, I LOVE! "Oh, Holy Night," "Silent Night," "Away in a Manger." Now those writers truly were lyrical geniuses...Mom2Mcubehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12509153923706429669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535409098055723876.post-56870646857944828522008-12-05T18:08:00.002-08:002008-12-05T18:17:10.342-08:00Where is he???So, I've been contemplating this dating thing - again. Can someone PLEASE tell me how/where/when a single Mother of 3 is supposed to find a nice, loving, CHRISTIAN man with morals and values? <br /><br />I know God has that perfect man already chosen for me. I'm just getting really tired AND BORED waiting on him to arrive. I miss adult conversation (with someone besides my Mom). I miss having my own personal cheerleader, confidante and partner-in-crime. I miss having that person you have "inside jokes" with. That person who knows what your thinking. I miss the shoulder to cry on, the hand to hold. I miss the phone calls just because. I miss having that person that I can't wait to share my good news with, when I actually have some. I want that person that I KNOW I will be with for the rest of my life. I miss having that person that actually cares how my day was.<br /><br />You must be wondering how I can be so lonesome with three kids to occupy my time. It's simple. Raising kids alone gives you plenty of time to be lonely. There is no one there to back you up on the discipline, there is no one there to bounce ideas off of, there is no one there to kiss ME goodnight. LOL At the end of the day, when they are all asleep, you realize you are there for everyone, but who is there for you???<br /><br />So, if you see my Knight in Shining Armor, will you PLEASE tell him how to find me?????Mom2Mcubehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12509153923706429669noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535409098055723876.post-78567556454747430982008-12-05T15:45:00.000-08:002008-12-05T15:55:37.526-08:00Turkey Porn...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii-YayCkG0wyKxD8-J220VMtyD_i9xAVQGkKTskPPugamRmOB3gkknjAmZEFiBYSPrZaxwVxOB-4jNa4hOTRnxvkzxY8Xdb7IukqP6d7qFbsBR_oQrmvwdQmhSDdCtOdO2_jDQ1fzjkd7Y/s1600-h/Halloween+%26+more+005.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276456857684418098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii-YayCkG0wyKxD8-J220VMtyD_i9xAVQGkKTskPPugamRmOB3gkknjAmZEFiBYSPrZaxwVxOB-4jNa4hOTRnxvkzxY8Xdb7IukqP6d7qFbsBR_oQrmvwdQmhSDdCtOdO2_jDQ1fzjkd7Y/s320/Halloween+%26+more+005.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I thought I would share a little of the excitement I experiencced for Thanksgiving.</div><br /><div>So, it's Thanksgiving morning, and I'm helping Mom cook. I get the pan and rack out for the turkey and begin to unwrap the bird. Imagine my surprise when I see this!!!! Not only was it camera worthy, but cell phone worthy, as well. LOL</div><div> </div><div>I look at the bird... I look at Mom... We both look at the bird and go into absolute HYSTERICS. Then, I realize that the "wanker" (aka the neck) has to come out of the bird. So... I begin to pull. The ding-dang thing will not come out. I pull some more, and still no "wanker." I stick my hand up the turkey's butt, in an effort to break it free. Still... No luck. All the while, the "wanker" is beginning to thaw. By this point, I feel like I am molesting the turkey. It reminded me of the scene in the movie "Bachelor Party." Tom Hanks & his buddies sneak into the Chippendales club to pull a prank on his fiance's Mom. They have some dancer put his "thing" into a hot dog bun and watch from the side as she tries to pull it off the tray.</div><div> </div><div>Next, I take the bird to the sink and begin running water through it's butt. It was sort of like giving it an enema. I then have to stink my hand back up it's rear end to pull the "wanker" out of the cavity. A couple of tugs and "VOILA!!!!!" I am standing in the middle of the kitchen holding onto the Porno Turkey's "wanker."</div><div> </div><div>Obviously... I did not enjoy any baked turkey on Thanksgiving.</div>Mom2Mcubehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12509153923706429669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535409098055723876.post-90217599906240538232008-12-03T17:01:00.000-08:002008-12-03T17:23:57.071-08:00Finally...Well, I finally finished getting everything moved out of the other house. Presently, Mom's garage looks like the site of a garage sale. LOL Now, I will spend the weekend going through all of the stuff and getting it organized. I will also be painting the kids' room and getting it ready to put their beds together. <br /><br />There are some things I have learned through this move. First and foremost, we had WAY TOO MUCH STUFF!!!!! Second, it is all just "stuff." The more of it I went through, the less of the stuff I felt it was necessary to keep. Some people will be making some serious cash off the stuff I left on the side of the road. <br /><br />Let me explain - While my sweet boy was moving some things out of my car and into the garage, he dropped the top off of one of my favorite teapots. It looks like a desk and the top is (was) a typewriter. I was at the grocery store, and he called me in tears to tell me what happened. He was so afraid I was going to be angry with him. It was in that very moment I realized it truly is just stuff. My kids are the most important "things" in my life. So what if a teapot gets broken. I have 3 gorgeous kids that I adore and that adore me. The "stuff" can be replaced... My kids can NEVER be replaced. So what if I am never able to replace that teapot. I would drop it and break it myself before I would let one of my kids think my stuff is more important.<br /><br />As I sit here looking around my Mom's house at all of her stuff crammed into every nook and cranny, closet, drawer, cabinet, counter-top, etc., I wish I could make her understand this concept. It's just "stuff." The memories in your mind and in your heart are what matter. Those are the sentimental things that can NEVER be replaced. We are the ones that place sentimental value on things - such as the box from a watch my mother received when she was 12. Who cares if it came from your mother's brother's aunt's uncle's cousin's father. It is still just stuff... <br /><br />Don't get me wrong, I do have a few items I keep because they hold a special place in my heart. I have an Indian Chief wall hanging that was my Dad's. I keep it because I remember all of the conversations we had coming up with names for it, i.e. Chief Constipation. I have his felt hat he would wear when it was cold outside. I still have the little wooden stove my grandfather made for me. <br /><br />I have learned through numerous moves (call me a nomad) that it is always great to start fresh. It's a nice feeling to let go and get rid of the excess. It's kind of like when we let go of our burdens and turn them over to God. God allows us to start fresh, with the weight lifted and the useless stuff gone... Just as I attempt to make the amount of my "stuff" less and easier to carry, He makes the load lighter and easier to bear...Mom2Mcubehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12509153923706429669noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535409098055723876.post-73433269097461111042008-11-21T10:06:00.000-08:002008-11-21T10:12:39.975-08:00I NEED A HUSBAND!!!!No, I'm not trying to be set up on a blind date. There are many, many rewards to being a Single Mom. Looking at your children, seeing their accomplishments and knowing you had a hand in it; showing up for the Thanksgiving lunch at school, unannounced & getting to see the look of sheer delight on their face; not having to share their attention (yes, I know - that's selfish), etc. However, there are very critical times in life, when I feel I NEED to share the joy with a man. That time: WHEN YOU ARE TRYING TO MOVE A FAMILY OF FOUR ON YOUR OWN!!!!!!<br /><br />Yes, ladies... I need to borrow your husbands. It is absolutely IMPERATIVE we get moved out tomorrow, and I have not been able to locate any able-bodied help. Can some of you PLEASE spare your husbands for tomorrow evening??? I'm in DIRE need of some help!!!!! I have a truck, a dolly and a house full of boxes and furniture. The majority of the stuff will go into storage, except a few boxes and the kids' beds, which will go with us to Mom's.<br /><br />Let me know if you know of ANYONE that can help.<br /><br />Much love to you guys!!!! As always, thank you for your prayers!!! They are such a blessing on my life!<br /><br />Glenna...Mom2Mcubehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12509153923706429669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535409098055723876.post-90588861014515199372008-11-13T10:56:00.000-08:002008-11-13T11:03:07.444-08:00THANK YOU!!!!!I want to thank all of you for your prayers & support. As many the ladies from my church know, I did get the kids back last nite. I had to agree NOT to give the kids their ADHD medication, until they are seen by yet ANOTHER psychiatrist. Apparently, the ex knows more than 2 psychiatrist, 1 psychologist and 3 licensed counselors. Anyway, as I said in an e-mail yesterday, if you see me with my clothes inside-out, make-up on just one eye, two different shoes and my hair standing on end, just love me. I will need it. LOL<br /><br />As for the kids not being on medication, I have already received word from Miller's teacher that he is talking too much and unable to concentrate since he returned to school (he was out sick Monday & Tuesday and yesterday was his first day back "flying free"). Maggie is not doing well, at all. She was having meltdowns last nite and is extremely depressed. At one point last nite, she was hitting her forehead with the heal of her hand and saying "Stupid, Stupid, Stupid." Everytime I have to even slightly correct them, Maggie asks me if she is being bad. It's breaking my heart. Matt is unscathed. She's a go-with-the-flow kinda girl.<br /><br />So, please continue to pray for us. Pray that we are able to get the mess with the medication resolved SOON!!!!Mom2Mcubehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12509153923706429669noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535409098055723876.post-76776045546331704232008-11-11T07:51:00.000-08:002008-11-11T07:55:27.003-08:00Prayer Meeting...I am needing help from you ladies.<br /><br />As some of you know, I am in a custody battle with my ex-husband, and he filed for Emergency custody of my children, and I have not seen them since dropping them off at school last Thursday morning.<br /><br />Our hearing is scheduled for 8:30 a.m. tomorrow morning. I keep thinking of what the Bible says about "Wherever two or more, there I am in the midst of them." I feel God has laid it on my heart to gather some of my fellow Christians and have a literal prayer meeting tonight. If any of you are available tonight to meet at my mother's at 7:00 p.m. Mom's number is in the phone book. If you can make it and need the address, please contact her. <br /><br />Love to all of you,<br /><br />Glenna FrieszMom2Mcubehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12509153923706429669noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535409098055723876.post-55125466830124805592008-11-08T08:13:00.000-08:002008-11-08T08:40:08.694-08:00Empty...The house feels soooo empty this morning - no movement, no joy, only silence. That is pretty much how my heart feels, as well. No joy, only mourning and silence. Matt left her TV on yesterday morning, and I cannot bring myself to turn it off. Her breakfast plate is still on the counter where she left it, and I cannot bring myself to clean it up. Miller still uses his "security blankets." They are still here, and I can't seem to let them out of my site.<br /><br />I need to be packing the house, but cannot bring myself to move any of their stuff. If I leave things as they left them, I can almost picture them just leaving it there. Plus, when they come home, I want everything right where they left it. <br /><br />Everyone keeps telling me to try to think of this as their weekend with their Dad, but it's just not possible. I know they will not be home tomorrow afternoon. I know I will be going to sleep in the house, alone, for the next four nights. How do I function, when everything about my day, actually my life, revolves around them? I truly do not know what to do with myself. I don't know how to just take care of me. For 9 1/2 years, I have not taken care of just me. <br /><br />I miss them so much. I feel so helpless. It's as if I could crawl out of my skin because I do not know what else to do. I want to scream!!!! My arms are so empty. I long to hold them and hear their sweet voices. I want them home!!!!<br /><br />The hearing is Wednesday morning, at 8:30 a.m. That seems eons away from today... I want to make up for all of the lost hugs and kisses from the last few days. Once they are home, how do I ever let them out of my sight again?Mom2Mcubehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12509153923706429669noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535409098055723876.post-36908468952720788062008-11-07T10:21:00.000-08:002008-11-07T10:31:09.660-08:00My present family status...I had my meeting with the CPS investigator, and it seemed to have gone well. From what I was told about the allegations against me, it was definitely the ex-mother-in-law. There were things she exaggerated, that only she could have come up with, because a lot of it goes back to when the ex and I separated. Due to some of what she said, the witch ended up implicating the ex, and he is now under investigation, as well. What a Mom...<br /><br />Here comes the horrible, awful, rotten part... When the ex found out he was under investigation (before finding out his mother made the report), he flipped out and filed an Amended Petition for Custody and TRO. So, he now has custody of my kids. I spoke to him last night, and it seemed we were going to get this all straightened out. He said he would speak with the CPS investigator, and see what she had to say. <br /><br />He spoke to her this morning, and she told him to go forward with the custody petition. I thanked him for making me look guilty of neglect. I have CPS investigating me, his MOTHER is the one that filed the report against me, and HE is suing me for custody. How in the HELL does he think that makes me look???<br /><br />So, I will be spending the weekend alone, with the dog. The kids will not be coming back on Sunday evening. Our temporary hearing will be held on Wednesday morning, at 8:30 a.m. I am praying that this goes well, and they can return to me afterwards.<br /><br />I presently feel like my heart has been ripped out of my chest and run over by a steam roller. I'm nauseated, and I want to just crawl in a hole until Wednesday. However, I cannot. I have to work, and I also need to get the house packed up for the move, which is supposed to be next weekend. It's hard to concentrate, when all I can do is think about my Angels.<br /><br />PLEASE, I'm begging, pray I get my children back.Mom2Mcubehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12509153923706429669noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535409098055723876.post-55929505280383647172008-11-06T07:42:00.000-08:002008-11-06T07:47:03.615-08:00Prayer request...Let me first start by thanking you guys for the wonderful comments left for me... I knew I could count on my friends for support, love and understanding! You guys are awesome.<br /><br />Next, I will be meeting with the CPS investigator, at my house, at 12:00 today. My best friend is going to be with me, and possibly my younger brother (a/k/a my attorney). Please pray that the investigator will see just how much I adore my kids and that I do take care of them and do NOT abuse or neglect them.<br /><br />I love you all, and thank you for your love and encouragement. I will post again tonight and let you know how everything goes...<br /><br />Much love...<br />GlennaMom2Mcubehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12509153923706429669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535409098055723876.post-74198046583642481972008-11-04T19:06:00.000-08:002008-11-04T19:31:22.552-08:00Why can't my life be easier?What started off as a great weekend ended in disaster! It was my ex's weekend, and he took Miller & Matt and left Maggie with me. She had a Halloween slumber party Friday nite, and he let her stay. Saturday, Maggie and I had the best time. We went shopping, out to eat, to a movie and then more shopping. She was soooo sweet. She kept telling me that it was "the best day ever!" When you're a single Mom, any time you are able to spend with just one child is truly a time to be treasured.<br /><br />Sunday morning, we got up and went to church. After church, we went to my Mom's. The three of us decided to go eat at Cracker Barrel. Well, Mom takes a tumble on the way into the restaurant - scared me 1/2 to death. After about 20 minutes or so, we were able to get her up and into the restaurant. While we were waiting on our food, the ex met us there with Miller and Matt. Fast forward... After the kids got out of AWANAs, we came home and started winding down. I typically try to have the kids in bed, lights out, TVs off by 8:30. We are getting ready to move, and I was going through a bunch of clothes and realized it was time for the Maggie & Miller to take their nighttime medicine. So, since I was in the middle of something, I sent Maggie to the kitchen to take hers. Miller was in the kitchen, so she left the bottle open for him to get his medicine. Well, the little fart decided he would take FOUR of them, instead of one. He proceeds to inform me of this, while I'm nuking their dinners in the microwave. Anyway, I call the ER, they have me call poison control. Poison control has me take hime to the ER. <br /><br />We end up at the Medical Center ER. I was so scared. Then, there was the feeling of guilt. I should have stopped what I was doing and given them the medicine myself. Then the fear returns. I have NEVER IN MY LIFE felt so alone and scared!!!! Fortunately, the amount he took would only make him EXTREMELY sleepy. Unfortunately, my divorce papers state I must contact the ex in cases such as this. I do, and am chastised about allowing a 9 1/2 year-old to take her own medicine. Just about the time we get settled into the ER room, he arrives from Houston. I am grateful that he was rather pleasant. Fast forward... Miller slept until 10:30 yesterday morning. He woke up "wide-open!" He was his normal hyper self. <br /><br />Wild Man returned to school today, and I forgot to send a note with him. Well, the teacher asked why he was out, and he told her. When the kids get out of school, Maggie informs my mother that Child Protective Services showed up at school and interviewe her. I later found out they also interviewed Miller. I got home this evening to find a card from a CPS investigator. I am under investigation by CPS for child abuse or neglect. I cannot believe this is happening!!! I absolutely ADORE my children. I may not be the traditional mother, but I love them sooooo much! To have someone accuse me of intentionally harming one of my children is one of the most humiliating, hurtful things I have ever been through. So, now I will be going through an investigation, homes visits, having friends interviewed, etc. <br /><br />I'm not sure if I will ever know who reported me - the school, the hospital or my ex-mother-in-law, but I have absolutely NOTHING to hide!!!!! I have not abused my kids, and I have never neglected them!<br /><br />Right now, I am feeling so alone, scared, worried, etc. I do not understand why, when things were starting to look better for us, they had to take yet another detour! Why is it that I am not allowed to just fall into that "rut" that many people complain about? I would sooooo love to find that!<br /><br />Please pray for me and the kids. This is going to be a long and very stressful process. I had just found hope, and now this...Mom2Mcubehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12509153923706429669noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1535409098055723876.post-23510615422367283872008-10-31T12:23:00.000-07:002008-10-31T12:32:19.464-07:00Simple Pleasures...Being the first one in the office to use your favorite toilet in the morning…<br /><br />The smell of a match that has been struck after someone has taken a dump… This works better than air freshener. I don’t know about you, but vanilla scented poo is just gross.<br /><br />Privacy while using the toilet… <br /><br />Not being constipated...<br /><br />Not running into traffic in the morning…<br /><br />Knowing you’re the only one in the house drinking out of the orange juice container (this saves on the dirty glasses)…<br /><br />Waking up in the morning & NOT having to change the 4 y/o's sheets because she wet the bed…<br /><br />Not having to share your coffee with anyone else in the house…<br /><br />Clean sheet day…<br /><br />When all 3 kids cooperate for bed-time…<br /><br />When all 3 kids cooperate in the morning…<br /><br />When you cook something ALL 3 kids will eat…<br /><br />Loose grapes in the bottom of the bag...<br /><br />That few minutes of silence before the kids are awake...<br /><br />Waking up, and there is NOT a kid in the bed with you...<br /><br />Arriving to work on time...<br /><br />The drive home from work... (This is the last bit of silence I will have for the rest of the day)Mom2Mcubehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12509153923706429669noreply@blogger.com0