It is true. I have a new obsession. I twitter. It’s like a disease. The challenge to fit in all you have to say in just 140 spaces is much like the challenge of haiku. I love it.
If ever you are out and twittering….look me up and let me know who you are.

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Huladoula

When I signed on to be a mom there were a few things I did not realize. (Some of these you may recognize from previous posts if you’ve been reading a while) Or I had misconceptions of grandness. (Is that a word? It is today.)

#1 That my imagination for Barbie was taken out at the same time my daughter was born. I think it went with the placenta.
#2 The degree of tired I feel sometimes is so overwhelming that I feel narcoleptic at times.
#3 Being a super mom is a great goal, but beware…insanity runs deep with trying to accomplish it.
#4 All babies will automatically go on my schedule…NOT.
#5 If they decide not to go on the schedule I set that I can always wean them back the right direction….NOT.
#6 Our animals would take to them like mother hens and not have any trouble adjusting. (This one was a knock out of the park in the other direction…even with lovely introductions…etc)
#7 I would be able to sleep through the night after our babies were 4 weeks old. (The truth to this one is that I would still wake up on their scheduled time to eat and fret that they were either starving even if they were asleep or that they were dying of SIDS. Morbid but true.)
#8 All my fears have been heightened that I seem to be on orangish red alert at all times in regards to the children.
#9 I did not understand that all of the things above would not matter to me as I look back. The fact that I am completely in love with the gifts I have been given is more than I knew I could feel.

As I pass the MOPS stage this year and enter the stages of tween more so teen and no longer a kindergarten mom I wonder where the precious time went. I cannot say I miss it per say because I have lived it in such a wonderful way. What I can say is that the memories are beautiful and fresh in my mind of a days when I thought I would lose my head. Even though I am entering a more delicate time with my oldest and a growing time for my youngest I can say that it has been a wonderful ride. I would not change a thing.

Hula Girl has state competitions on Friday. She has not competed in state for voice or for handbells. She has competed in art. It is different this time. She is no longer an anonymous face that just has a plaque saying that she was in 3rd grade and oh look she made a quilt. This time it will be her up in front of everyone singing with her lovely voice. She’s nervous. I can understand. I do not know how to coach her into not getting nervous. They obviously felt that in 6th grade she had a good enough voice to represent the school for the state competition. When I told her to picture them in their underwear she nearly gagged. Her judges are all older I guess. *hee hee
It is just funny how when my children go and attempt something that is purely based on their talent I am the one nervous. Not because I think that they will do bad. It is because of the feedback that they may receive. I would not want it to crush their spirits. I know HG has a great voice, but giving in to nerves may not make it the best performance. For me it just matters that she does the best she can do. If she flips with stage fright then that is the best she can do at that point.
This Middle School thing is a whole different animal. She is in 6th grade. Such a tender age of development.
Do not listen to me this morning. It is just my mommy nerves coming out.

I received an email from my mom from my aunt. I can just about count on it being a touch religious. Yet this email I did not mind. It was a group of young men singing. It brought back the love of my childhood and many great memories. I just wanted to share it with you.

My aunt wrote…
“For years we have all heard many, many versions of ‘Amazing Grace’.
But if you’ve never heard the group “EL DIVO” sing it, you’re in for a very special treat.”

“They are a group of one American and three Italians who are trained for Opera.”

“This recording was done at the 2,000 year old Roman Coliseum. What can I say, this is one of those songs/video’s that give me goose bumps… Soothing…”

http://link.brightcove.com/services/player/bcpid271552717?bctid=1913313052

Enjoy

If you have a weak stomach don’t even think of venturing to this post. This post is only for the brave and strong of stomach.
We have been so busy that we have let our immune systems down. Yes we did it to ourselves. Exhaustion causes immune systems to buckle under the pressure. Seems rather simple.
Last Sunday I was a bit achy. I am a mom so I strugged it off. No biggie. Just not feeling up to jumping through the daily hoops but who isn’t on a Sunday? Monday we ran and ran. Tuesday I started feeling a bit feverish. No problem. I could always pop a few Tyleno* to help with that. Wed. I was worn down to the point of not knowing my own name. Did I press on??? Yes because I have this warped sense of super mom. I admit it. Thursday I went to a meeting…AND LEFT EARLY. I could not hold my head up. I excused myself while the other “Super Mom’s” looked in acknoledgement that I had definately overdone myself. By Thursday night I was in a raging fever of 104 and I lost the night. I honestly don’t remember myself. THANK YOU GOD HH WAS HOME. I love that he came in and said, “Oh T, you are not good. GO TO BED I HAVE THE KIDS AND DON’T COME OUT UNLESS YOU ARE THROWING UP OR GOING TO THE BATHROOM. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?” So sexy when he gets all husbandly, I am your protector from all the germs of the universe and anything else that may come to harm you.
Honestly, I was delerious Thursday through Saturday night. My days and nights were bits of raging fever, throwing up and yes the rest that goes with it. The worst part was not knowing whether to sit or throw up. For future reference and in case you really want to know, a bucket works just fine.
I have never know delerium to the extent that the world around me stopped as my body raged against me. Obviously it was time to stop and take care of myself for a change. That I did.
The upside of this nasty bug if there is to be one is that I lost 13 pound in those few days. I just have to find a way to keep them off.