Early Mornings

This morning marked the second day in a row I had to be up and out of the house before 7 am. Yesterday seemed to go ok, until I got home and Justin informed me that Ryan's hair was never brushed. Today on the other hand, the morning started off with whining from her royal highness that her juice de jour was unavailable. We reached a compromise of milk approximately 2 minutes before my needed departure. It's funny I can negotiate a $5,000 sponsorship in less time than it take to negotiate a breakfast for a 4 year old. The evening ends in a similar fashion with a decapitated doll's head rolling around the bed.
The life of working parents really only pauses after the spawn falls asleep. Then we retreat to our laptops and find comfort in our respective outlets.

I'm Back, but what is normal!?

So it appears August was the last post....wow, I didn't think it was that long ago. I think I need this blog more than it needs me, so although my thoughts may seem scattered, smothered and diced this blog provides me an opportunity to spew it all out.
Life has been crazy for the past few months with a lot of changes and adaptation to circumstances. Today in the car I thought I had at least 400 words worth of thoughts, but as I sit here trying to remember them I'm drawing a complete blank.

With regards to me last post my High School memoirs will have to wait. I think my focus will be coping with ADHD. My beloved beautiful child with a personality like no other is only weeks away for a formal label. My other beloved is too only a few steps away from being diagnosed. This takes me back to an old high school saying "what is normal?".

As I watch the world around me unfold, I do try to find where I fit in, where I can help, where I can make a difference.

With the holiday season upon us I wish good tidings to all!

spitting sorrow

Yes, I have started my memoirs of high school. I'm jotting down thoughts and then I plan to compile into a rhythm of sorts.
I just took a trip to Milwaukee for work and Ryan was with her GiGi for 7 days. When it was time for her to say goodbye, Ryan wouldn't look at her or say goodbye. But when GiGi drove away Ryan cried so hard. I tried to sooth her and calm her down, but as soon as we made it to the couch she ran to the back door crying for her GiGi.
One of the more difficult goodbyes to date. Today when Justin picked her up he had to sign an incident report...Ryan spit on a little boy and he hit her. We asked her- her side of the story and she said he called her a baby...the report states "Ryan asked the boy if he would go to her birthday party at Chuck-e-Cheese and he said no so she spit on him". I am angry! Just a normal reaction for a mother I guess. But it bothers me that they quote another child as being the observer. Where was the teacher? I know they can't be everywhere, but damn.
While I had my issues with her previous school, I have more issues with this place. Justin drops her off so she doesn't have to spend anymore time than necessary. But she hates the place. She started crying last night. I just feel she is not loved or cared for. Her special feelings are not being taken into consideration. She is just another child. Maybe this is the difference that you pay for.

She's my princess and I want everyone to love and care for her the way we do; is that too much to ask?

High School

Last night while waiting on my sleeping meds to kick in I had this fabulous idea; to write a memoir of high school. And after a few glasses of wine tonight I still think this would be fun. I'm going to write about each person and story I remember. I've been know to have a crazy memory, so beware. I'll divulge crushes, crazy conversations, wild weekends and many more. I'm not sure how long this will take or in what order I will go, but I do know I'm going to do it! Maybe, in the end it will be such a great story the two blog followers I have will propose a screenplay.
I will do my best to link my facebook friends to each story for their input, questions, or other side of the story.
Stay tuned, I think I'm on to something here.

mommy, momma, mommy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The screams are ear piercing and she knows it. We've taken away 5 polly pockets, 3 barbies, and the big doll house. All in the last hour of fighting with a 4 year old. At any moment her voice is going to go out or the neighbors are going to call the police. Guess it's time to dust off the parenting book and figure out what to do in a situation like this. Were just letting her cry and through a fit without acknowledging her behavior.

Just when I think its over she starts again....momma, mommmmmmmmaaaaaaaaa!



The worst part is she just wanted to sleep with me "because i love you mommy".

Sappy and Funny!

My lack of blogging is due to the inability to complete a thought. I have many stories from the Buffett concert to share, boring whines about the oil spill, the coolness and uncoolness of my job, but tonight I am going to reflect. You see, Friday ends a chapter in our life.
Ryan started at For Kids Only on January 6, 2007. She was six months old. She started the same day as Gemma, Myles and Thomas. Finn was already there but only be a few weeks. As she walks out the door on Friday, I am afraid I may shed a tear. This is the only place she has ever know, and It was never a child care center, it was school. She has risen in the ranks and made her way downstairs. She will leave behind Gemma, Myles, Finn and Thomas and a few other friends she's made along the way. This is the place she learned to walk, talk, paint and play with others. She has spent more time at FKO than at home.
For every end there is a beginning or is that vice versa? Whatever it is, Ryan starts a new school on Monday, and she will have to make new friends and abide by a whole new set of rules. She's way more resilient than I am and I know she will be fine. Perhaps I'm a tad bit jealous she gets a new start, a new opportunity to impress and a whole new audience.

So the funny Buffett concert story?
I've put it to music, what else but Margarittaville! All additions are actual events and describe my night:

Nibblin' on vodka soaked grapes
Watchin' the sun drape
All of those tourists covered in crude oil
listening to Scott’s cds
on the hotel lawn
Smell those brauts and onions hey they're beginnin' to boil
Wasting away waiting for Margaritaville
Searching for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there's oil to blame
But I know it's BP’s fault
I don't know the reason
I wish I could stayed here all season
Nothin' to show but this brand new splinter
But it's a real bad one
A festered and fat one
How it got here I haven't a clue
Wasted after Margaritaville
Searchin' for my lost husband and friends
Some people claim that there's oil to blame
Now I think
Must be Bp’s fault
I lost my flip-flops
got a pair in the gift shop
had no shirt but Nicole gave me one
But there's booze on the party bus
And soon it will take us
to the Hotel so Scott hang on
Hang on
Wasted still from Margaritaville
Still searching for my lost husband
Some people claim that there's oil to blame
But I know this still Bp’s fault
Yes and some people claim that there's oil to blame
And I know it's our own damn fault

No ordinary day

This was not an ordinary Tuesday. Usually I listen to Howard Stern every morning, but he's on vacation this week so I turned to my preset #2. As I cross the Pensacola Bay I wonder what today will bring and this song comes on: U2 Stuck in the Moment- The words of the song gave me a little momentum to get out of my moment, because this time will pass. I am preparing for a big event tomorrow and as such I became the bitch worker for another. I managed to swallow the lump of reality and made it noon. Woohoo, halfway through the day. You've got to get yourself together, you've got stuck in the moment and can't get out if it playing over and over in my head. But I get a call that my munchkin is sick and fell asleep during yoga class. First of all, my kid doesn't fall asleep without complete darkness and silence, not a bunch of 4 year old kids attempting a tree pose.

The moment of the day came as my potential new boss was in the lobby of our office with his wife and kid and my current boss peering over her classes to see who was congregating....nothing like getting the eye roll from said current boss and potential new bosses wife at the same time!

Then the great news....we are handcuffed to this place with the bail set at $17,000.

Maybe ordinary is over rated.