So, my last post was about breathing...
And yes, I have found that letting go is a crucial part of creating a happy (for the most part) & loving home.
So, just to illustrate that even though you (meaning I) may find moments of peace and clarity, as soon as they are here, things happen. It changes.
I found mouse droppings in my kitchen!!! In my baking pan cabinet---seriously had to clean everything and needed to know that every piece of the kitchen was scoured and thoroughly checked for any evidence of mice. Fortunately, nothing else was found, and we figured out the "how and why" and that it was a bit old and an isolated occurrence. Still got me freaked out and anxious.
And I realized that I completely overcommitted to volunteering at school. Completely. I am heading up a fund raising bake/hot cocoa sale this week. I am room mom for another class and with the Christmas party, we also have a teacher's birthday and two kids moving away...organizing and planning for what to do. Also, each night this week is booked. Each day is booked. Why do they do this to us right before Christmas?
Tonight's festivities included the school Christmas concert. I dreaded it all day because I was up to my ears in cookie dough (for the bake sale) and it became frigid and wildly windy. And since I was baking, I ordered sandwiches to be delivered...to save time and hopefully prevent the annual family yelling/screaming/crying meltdown before the concert.
No tears tonight. Only lots of yelling...mostly by me. I lost my peace & my breath. No one seemed to care, though. They were too focused on their songs, I guess...thankfully.
Once we got there, though...it was sweet.
Charlie's first concert. A big deal for preschool!
Here he is (in the tie) with his buddy.
So sweet. He beamed. And then told me that he needed to throw up before they went on stage. I think he was a little hot and a little nervous.
There they are, all lined up waiting to perform. My little Charlie...the shortest in his class. Opposite of his older brother...one of the tallest in his class.
Yesterday we saw Santa at the mall.
And Lucy, my sweet fair skinned, freckled Irish-looking lass, begged me to get her ears pierced. She's so pure, so fair. But it got me thinking...is she too young? Is seven too young for pierced ears?
Please, people, give me input here.
I think yes, it's too young. But she's so relentless...it almost makes me think it might be o.k.???
Oh dear, what to do.
xxoo
jody