Overwhelmed

There's just so much stuff. They do so much stuff and say so much stuff. So. Much. Stuff!

This weekend was all about parites; the firefighters pancake breakfast and ride in the fire truck. Sophie's pool party. Sarah's BBQ birthday picnic. We had lots of fun!

Its a good thing :-)

Four Today

Z. is 4 today! He is such an easy person to be with. He started his new school two weeks ago and seems just fine. Today as we drove across El Camino he said, "Mom, I love my new school!" You can't imagine my relief. I know he misses his friends, but change was going to happen eventually. And I know he is truly loved by the amazing and wonderful woman at SVA.

S. needs so much more from me. And I am always so tired. My job sucks and it sucks me dry. But my inner voice says its (the job) not worth any worry. Just do it and get out. Nothing extra, nothing more. They don't give and don't care, why should I? And so, S. is already getting more of me. I have a little more patients and I make a little more time. She works hard, and so do I.

Melancholy

In my kitchen alone. Cooking and listening to music. Its a hot summer day.

She's Always Got My Back

S. was great. I had a little bumper to bumper contact on Saturday night. S. woke up. After we settled business (no cops - the bumpee was illegal) S. said, "Mommy, I love you."

Girlfriend takes care of her own!

Hack'n Goddess

That would be me :-)

Hack'n

I am no hacker, but I am putting my best foot forward. I gotta get into my mom's computer! EEEK!

Sam Thought I Was Food

I got a call from the Red Room last week, Z. had been bitten by another child. He was all right, but its their protocol to alert parents. No skin was broken, no blood was shed. They couldn't tell me who bit him, but I had my suspicions.

When I got home I asked Z., anything interesting happen at school today?

"Yep. Sam thought I was food!" said Z. in a tone suggesting that he'd never experienced anything so outrageous in his life.

Sam and Z. have been friends for more than two years - most of their lives. I know his folks, and his grandmother. We've been to some really great parties at Sam's home. I am not at all concerned that Sam is some sort of bully. I think he just had something on his mind and lost track of his manners. Z. agrees with me.

"Sam apologized. And Sam asked me if we are still friends. I said yes." also in the tone of voice that suggests that Z. thought Sam's question was completely crazy.

My little fella really makes me feel warm and mushy!