Hmmmm.

My kid is asleep on the floor somewhere amongst the boxes. He woke up and wandered downstairs in the middle of the night at some point. He's sweet, and snoring, and I am having a hard time waking him to get ready for school.

It is dark and rainy outside and I want more than anything to curl up with my blanket and go back to sleep, but I have to see him off, which pretty much sucks. NOT looking forward to waiting for the bus in the rain. I could sleep so well right now, which is saying something, because I cannot generally sleep much during the day for someone who works night shift. And I am on for the next three nights! Blah!

I Love My Husband No. 3

Since I am procrastinating on the packing a bit more, and I have that sentimental mood going, I thought I should take a minute to tell you about my John.
John and I met, and within one weekend, I was falling in love with him. He has a heart unlike any other. He made me laugh at a time I did not think possible to do so. And those eyes. He has eyes that smile when he does.
So what happened? You know we were eventually married. But I don't think either of us expected us to be engaged within a month of meeting. We surprised everyone yet again when we decided to just do it. We got married 3 months after we met. Could we have possibly known everything about each other in that short a time frame? No, absolutely not. But I knew enough to know that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with this man. We were married in front of his mother's Christmas tree on Christmas Eve, 2000.
We are not the perfect couple. This man can get under my skin in a way noone else can. But noone else gets me like he does. Noone else makes me laugh as loud, cry as hard, live as much. But regardless of what comes our way and how difficult life gets, we both know that we are stronger together than either of us could be apart. I honestly cannot picture life without him by my side.

Still in Hell, But I Have Friends Here

Yes, we are packing. I have today and tomorrow morning to get as much done as possible, as I work all weekend. Evan loves playing with the boxes, which is not fun for me, as we are limited as it is. As of right now, neither of us are dressed (i.e. we are in the clothes we slept in, not that we are running around naked). Makeup and styled hair are not options for me at the moment. Who has time? I have just completed gutting out the storage area by the washer and dryer and have come up with a carload of crap to take to Goodwill. Along with this mix of crap were all sorts of clothing articles that I could not part with, and they have landed in the dirty laundry, to washed and taken to the new place. It would seem that D-Day is next Wednesday, so the plan is to get as much done by then that I can just load it and move it. John is of minimal help in this stage of the game. He just does not have the organizational skills to do this. If he were to pack, I would be unpacking at the new place only to find silverware mixed with Evan's outgrown clothes, mixed with DVD's and power tools. Since I am not taking time off of work for this, I have to be able to locate the essentials, so I can unpack them first, then move on to the other stuff. This is why the husband has been eliminated from this stage. When it comes to moving the crap, his muscles will come into play.

In the meantime, the house resembles a Crack House (as if I have ever set foot in one of those), and I keep stubbing toes on boxes.

Note: This break was brought to you by Marlboro and Diet Mountain Dew. Now, back to work!

BioChem? Med School?

Do I need to change my mind?

Yes, This Does Indeed Suck!

Yep, I am in Packing Hell! We've only lived here a year and the new house is just a block away. I am trying so hard to resist the urge to throw everything in a pile of generalized crap and take a shop broom and sweep it down the street to the new house. Where did all of this stuff come from?

The Tooth, Troops, and the Principal

It has been a crazy day here in this house. It all started with John. He woke of with a face that was swollen beyond fathom. He was drooling a little bit, also. Apparenly, he has a disordered tooth, but we had no dentist. So after a few phone calls, he was in the car and on the way to get the problem diagnosed. What I did not expect was for him to return with a treatment plan and estimate of over $800. But we have insurance! What is this about? Well, he has to have a root canal, and a crown, and that is the portion insurance will not pay. I called and took care of the arrangements. I was not pleased when she labeled me the "responsible party". Blah! Adulthood is not fun, children. I got the most expensive insurance plan at work with the highest rate of coverage because we are sure that my son will need orthodontia in the future. I had no idea my husband would be so expensive as well.

Then, while cruising one of my favorite websites, I found something that broke my heart. It would seem that there are 4 Marines that we know of who have received nothing from home since being deployed to Iraq. Excuse me? No "I Love You" letter? No "Come Home Safely" letter? Well, I took care of it. I sent them all letters through Moto Mail. I will work on care packages while off work this week.

Now for the principal. It would seem that my son got sent to the office for the second time this week. I do not know what to do with him. He cannot fathom that school is not playtime, and keeps talking to his friends. Grrrr.

To My Son, on the Day of his Birth

My Dearest Evan,

Today, I am sad. It seems like just yesterday that you were born. You were our miracle, the baby who was not supposed to make it. It shows just how much they knew. But I cannot believe it has been 7 years since we first laid eyes on you.

What a joy it has been for me to watch you grow into such an amazing little person. How blessed I am to get to watch you learn each and every day. Those liquid brown eyes of yours absorb everything around you, and I get to once again see the world through the innocent eyes of a child.

Lately, your father and I have been concerned about your unwaivering trust in others as if it is a bad thing. Yes, it is true that there are others out there who could harm you. But that trust is not entirely bad. Your ability to see the good in others is remarkable in a world full of cynics. We could all learn so much from you, little Evan. As the years pass and the number of candles on the birthday cake grow, please do not lose that.

Never stop learning. Even at the young age of 7, it is obvious to everyone who gets the priviledge of meeting you, that you have a mind that is extraordinarily gifted. While it is cliche, you truly can do anything you set your mind to. In the words of one of my instructors from college, you truly are only limited by your desire, because your abilities are limitless.

So another year has passed, carrying me further away from the day you were born, and closer to the day when you will be grown and leaving home. This is the reason I am sad. Having you in my life has been the greatest joy I have ever known. I can work toward my goals and achieve all I ever wanted, and will honestly be able to say I deserve the reward. How ironic is it that the greatest gift in my life, my Evan from Heaven, I will never deserve?

I thank God for choosing me to be your mother. Happy Birthday, my Angel Pie!

Love,

Mommy

P.S. Do you remember? You used to not go to sleep until I would sing this to you.