Where did the week go?
Between the sickness, the days off, the sleepless nights, the meetings and phone calls I totally lost the entire week.
I am glad to report that everyone is feeling fine. Everyone returned to their regular scheduled program:
Lance - back to work (yeah) see channel 140 for further info.
Pyper - back to the sitters, she sauntered in there today like she owned the place. See channel 440 (drama queen channel) for further info.
Rylan - back to school, practice and preparing for his Sat game. See channel 550 future althele channel for further updates.
Me - back at work, shuffling papers around and trying to look busy. I am going to drink my starbucks, and perhaps have lunch out today. See channel *666 for the Antichrist will return this weekend.
I am beyond blessed in my life, and at times fail to mention it, recognize it or embrace it. I am lucky to have a husband that is my best friend, and the angst of my existence at times. He has been great all week, and yesterday, he took Pyper to the pet store. He stayed home with her, and embraced every moment of it. He had dinner ready when I got home, had Rylan's home work done, and completed the laundry. I don't give him enough kudos, so here they are. *Don't spend them all in one place, and don't let them go to your head.
My children are beyond special to me, and it seems like I really don't say enough 'nice' things about them. Pyper is the funniest, most animated person in my life, I love her to pieces. At the same time, she is so much like me that we drive each other nuts, I mean bonkers. We will spend our time seeing who will give in first, who can be the most stubborn or annoying. At times she wins, and others - um....not so much.
From an outsider looking it, it may appear dysfunctional. Don't be fooled - it is. However, I shower her with enough hugs, snugs and ladybugs to make up for our personality differences. I sleep with her in the middle of the night, because I know my nights are limited. And as much as I complain about it, I secretly luv it. I love to reach over and feel her snugly skin, and silky hair. Her breath could kill a cow, so I try to avoid it as much as possible. She will be too big to want to sleep with her mother soon enough, so in the mean time I give up a few hours sleep to soak it all in.
Rylan, is my soft soul and rambunctious child. He is the balance in our house, he has a calming effect just by walking into a room. He has such love, and affection for his family members that he wears it like a badge of honor. He does not require alot of attention, which is good, because Pyper sucks it all out of the room. But he does relish in it, when given the opportunity. This football gig has him growing more confident, less whinny, and more manly. He is losing a bit of his boyish charm, and shyness. These characters are being replaced with a cockiness, and sauciness that will find his butt in the corner so fast that he does not get $200 for passing go. It has been excellent to watch him grow up, to see him 'get it', to see him 'fit in', and to see him 'learn'. I find such happiness in my small little family, such happiness in being around these people that I could gush.
So even when I am running around my house looking like Medusa and spewing angry words, there is a degree of loving them still happening.
I am done with the sappy, soft stuff. Here is another reality kicker. Football game tomorrow at 8am. Be there at 7 am, for warm up. The coach recommended that we get our kids up at 6am so we could feed them, and they would be 'awake' for warm up. *see me rolling around the the floor like child kicking and screaming. 6AM FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!!!!! I hate football, even more than usual.