I have a confession to make....

So - I have a confession to make  -

or two

or three

First,

I am tired. The indefatigable is fatigued. I admit it. I don't like to admit defeat but I am tired. There - you heard it here.

I sent a second grader to soccer practice tonight in the Kindergartner's soccer shoes....

I asked her how they felt and she thought about it a minute and then said - "tight".....

I fed my girls chicken and rice casserole from the crockpot tonight but I let the little guy eat a dinner that consisted of a bagel, a hot dog, and three yogurt sticks.......

I ate a bowl of cereal and a glass of chardonnay....

I consider myself a hero for not reversing that.....

My very favorite pair of teacher shoes (you know - comfortable + cute) make my feet stink SO bad it is like a terrible tragic trade off.....

I wonder if I febreeze them if I could wear them tomorrow....

I wonder if Lysol would work.....

Anyhoo - 

My husband called (from another state) to say that he has another important meeting tomorrow and his flight is being rescheduled to he doesn't know when.....

I answered that by saying - "That is awesome. Oh dear. I think someone is bleeding. Gotta go..." click

I have been out of milk for two days......

My 5th grader is working on her high notes on her clarinet......

My ears are so so so sad.

 I am one week away from finishing my Masters and I am psycho enough to be bummed.

I am in a classroom of kids that make me laugh and two teachers who I now consider my friends.
 
I am, however, really really sick of the word differentiating. When you get your Masters in Elementary Ed you have to type the word differentiating - a lot of times. I mean it - a lot.......

I started writing this post during a moment of inspiration while waiting for a soccer carpool at 4:00 this afternoon.....

It is now 10:00 and I am finishing up.....

I should be going to sleep but now I am trying to think of something funny...

I will finish up with a joke that a second grader told me today that made me snort (oh that is another confession - I totally do that when I laugh hard and I laugh all the time so you just never know.....)

Why can't you shock cows?
(They've herd it all!)

Yesterday I picked up my safety signs

So yesterday, among other things in a perfectly normal day, I went and picked up my safety signs.

 

I am fairly convinced that one of my neighbors is going to run one of my kids over so I bought a couple of safety signs. 

As I went through my perfectly normal day I thought several times about my rockstar friends running the marathon. 

26.2 miles

I should really go take a walk. 

Nah - maybe I will go later. 

Anyway - I went about my day and I bought my safety signs because you see - I am scared. 

I am scared of someone hitting one of my kids while texting and driving down the street. 

I am scared of car accidents and cancer. I am scared of heart disease and now, because of what happened in Connecticut, I am scared of armed gunmen in my school. 

I never really thought to be scared to go into Boston on Patriots Day. 

(We went once to see friends who came to run the marathon. We literally drove around the city at 1 mile an hour for an hour finding parking. It was a fun experience because we really got to see what they city was like on it's busiest day of the year. We have not felt the urge to repeat that experience.)

I got all of these calls and texts wondering if we were safe. We live 45 minutes from Boston and I do not necessarily exude the persona of Marathon runner but still it was close and my friends and family felt scared. They shouldn't feel scared because I live 45 minute from Boston but they did. 

There is tons of inspirational stuff flying around and I am not looking to be inspirational because to be perfectly honest - I did not do anything inspirational yesterday. 

I bought safety signs. 

My friends trained for months and then pushed their bodies to do amazing things and their family and friends came to cheer on their amazing achievement

and they were scared in Boston on Patriots Day. 

Today I woke up like a normal day. I will walk my dogs and shake my fist at people who speed by. 

I will put out the safety signs on my driveway when they play. 

I will serve my kids organic milk and make them wear their helmets on their bikes.

I will keep doing what I do every day and even though I do have one new thing to be scared of

I have about a million new things to be proud about.

I guess I will think about that. 

I am still going to go put out my safety signs though......