Yesterday I actually said the following to Aiden, "through life people will make you mad, disrespect you and treat you bad. Let God deal with the things they do, because hate in your heart will consume you too."
Feel free to now break in to song...."Just the two of us..."
I don't know why this came out of my mouth, but it is really good advice. Maybe tomorrow I'll throw out some Miami lyrics, surely there's probably a little lesson hidden in every one of Will's songs.
In other news, Alex wants me to go see a therapist.
(Surprisingly not for my recent tendency to turn to Will Smith for words of wisdom.)
I think I agree with him.
I'm angry. I'm often too angry to be nice to our children, even when they aren't actually being horrible.
I know you might be shocked, but it's true...there are moments when my children aren't horrible. I hate to admit it since I'm firmly stuck in the tortured stay at home Mom mode recently, but they can be great. They are particularly good after some time away.
I had a life altering good time with my girlfriends a few weekends ago. The weekend with these amazing women is by far my favorite of the year, this was no exception. We basically lounged all weekend in a gorgeous home, on a serene lake, in an adorable Indiana town.
Oh, and we went on a boat.
Everything's better on a boat. I bet Will would agree. Does he have a boat song?
|These women (plus Kathryn and Carrie who are not in the photo) make me so happy!|
Stella and Cole did great with my parents, and Aiden had a wonderful time staying home with Alex. It sort of made me think that everyone should just have stayed where they were. My parents did a great job raising me, surely they could take care of Cole and Stella too while I ride around on a boat with my girlfriends for the next few years.
You know what else is making things a little better around here?
I don't foresee it joining the trashcan graveyard we have in the garage anytime soon. Will should rap about trash cans, they really can make a lot better in one's life.
Also life altering...much like Will Smith, I too now have a job. I get paid money and get to leave my house. If only it were to be a rap star or to make my kid star in another Karate Kid movie.
I went to work on Tuesday and it was all sorts of wonderful. I put pretty jewelry in packages and wrote little messages to the recipients.
(Order something and I'll write you a note! www.noondaycollection.com!)
There were no children there.
There were just adults working on ideas and resolutions to problems and periodically talking to me. No one whined or asked for juice....not once. I think I might move there. I didn't sign anything about not sleeping there and they have some really comfy looking scarves.
I completed shipment after shipment without interruption. My friend asked my opinion of a scarf color option and it felt joyous to care about yarn colors instead of the exact location of a microscopic sized plastic gun that I have never seen.
I was asked to think about a photo spread concept and it immediately filled my brain for hours after I left. I felt like I was an important, worldly, capable woman, even when I was back in my minivan driving to a doctor's appointment with children complaining of an inability to "hold it" until we made it to the office.
The only downside is that there are so many gorgeous pieces of jewelry accessible to me that I surely will be spending way too much money on accessories. What's a working girl to do though? I have to look good. I'm currently coveting these:
I'm in quite a pickle.
My Mom left Tuesday (shout out for Mom's birthday!!!) and with her departure brings the actual start of summer. Aiden's been out of school for over a week, but attempting a day with just the kids and me means summer is officially legit. I'm scared.
My Mom only booked a trip here because I literally was falling apart the week before I left for Indiana. I honestly couldn't handle another day around here. I had locked myself in my bedroom to cry while the kids ran around wild. I did come out to save the dog when it sounded like they were being a tad too playful with her. I might be sad, but I'm not cruel.
I'm not sure if you've noticed, but I'm not writing very often. I don't have the time, or more importantly the energy to work it in to my waking hours. I'm too drained and far too overwhelmed to do much more than shower and zone out to TV or a trashy book.
(Shades of Grey is next. Brace yourself Alex, there's been talk.)
Notice I haven't mentioned Cole? I can't even talk about it anymore. I don't know what to do with him and I am emotionally drained from thinking and worrying about it.
The Cole update can come tomorrow. For now it's important I go to sleep. I fear it might take me at least 30 minutes to get Gettin' Jiggy With It out of my head.
It's just such a good song.