Just Heather

Genuine asked what makes me happy. Typing out a short list made me smile. It’s nice to think about what love and happiness are sometimes.

This has been such a crazy month. It is so easy to get stressed out and forget about the good stuff. In an effort to kick out the yucky, out of control feelings here is a list of my happy thoughts:

  • Hugs and Kisses from my girls
  • quiet time with hubby
  • my girls’ giggles
  • turning down the blankets before climbing into bed
  • finding out hubby has already put away the toys before I come downstairs at night
  • sleeping in
  • helping a friend
  • Pizza Night
  • curling on the couch in the middle of the day to watch a favorite movie
  • bubble baths
  • the feeling of my husband’s hand on my back as we walk together
  • paying $5 for a cart full of groceries
  • the sweet sound of “I love you” from a toddler’s lips
  • Special “I love you” notes from a new writer
  • a phone call for no reason
  • blank spaces on my calendar
  • a cool breeze on a sunny day
  • giving the perfect gift
  • a gentle reminder that Someone’s watching over me
  • a yummy candle scent filling the house
  • finding cash left in a pocket—even if it’s just $1
  • getting ready for Date Night
  • a mid-week lunch with hubby

It’s official—I’m a soccer mom! I guess I kind of knew that, seeing as how my daughter is in her second season of soccer, but it’s still kind of weird. You would really think I’d get it—after all I did quit my job, drop out of college, and make a conscious decision to be a stay-at-home mom.

It wasn’t until tonight—at a PTO meeting—when I was surrounded by my fellow soccer moms that it hit me. I’m an official card-carrying member of the soccer mom club! When did that happen?!

This was never the picture I had in my head of where I would be at 27. I don’t know what, exactly, I thought I’d be doing. I just know that toting a toddler to my first grader’s Brownie meetings where I’m the troop leader, cheering sideline at soccer games where my husband is the coach, and munching on snacks with fellow moms at a PTO meeting was just not where I ever pictured myself.

Love is a funny thing.

Today’s school was great. I really like school. It’s been so fun. And don’t forget recess—you get to run around and do anything, but no put-downs. That’s the truth! But most of all what I like is lunch because I get really hungry from all that working and math because math is a headache. It’s not really all that easy. But, you know, it’s really good because I love lunch because today mommy gave me yummy peanut butter sandwich. But I had to get a wipe. I do not like wipes. Because germs from—some people are allergic to peanut butter so you have to wash your hands. But when you touch the people then they’ll get sick if they’re allergic to peanut butter.

The special today was art. Today was “A” day. I love A day. It’s so great. But that’s not all! Whoever brung their books back this morning got to check out a book. It was so fun and I loved it! And it was so, so, so, so, so, so fun. I loved it. I loved it. I loved it like crazy. I am a crazy person. But guess what—I know half the people in my class. But, you know what? i really liked recess the most.

Erma Bombeck? I don’t think so, but it does sound like something she would say.

My struggle this week—as if you couldn’t tell— is gaining some control over my house. I’m not a good housekeeper by any means, but I try to at least keep it manageable. Flylady helps me keep some sanity. I’m also working on Taming the Paper Tiger. I’m definitely a long way from where I started. It’s just that I had gotten into a pretty good routine and then—bam—everything changes.

When school started things just got nutty here. I got my new calendar which I dearly love. Then I had to go and start writing in it. What a mess of ink—and stickers, of course. There is hardly a free day to be found. Now suddenly I’ve lost control, I’m pulled in 10 different directions, and I can’t seem to do any of it well.

On my calendar for the next couple months is a smattering of:

  • school meetings
  • Girl Scout meetings
  • soccer practices and games
  • weddings (okay—one wedding, but it’s in Tennessee and the reception is back home on a totally different weekend)
  • Church Group meetings
  • doctor/vet/dentist appointments

Well, that doesn’t look like as much when it’s all crammed together. On my calendar it looks like 10 times as much! Plus, one night 3 of those things are at the same time. I’ll be missing 2, since that whole cloning thing isn’t yet legal.

Whatever happened to stay-at-home mom?!

No? Me either!

Stacia’s teacher called a little while ago. Apparently she had a minor outburst at school. This was normally not worthy of a phone call as the teacher has sufficient behavior management plans. However, since she had recently heard about our premature baby she wanted to talk about how Stacia was handling things.

Stacia shared the story of her new baby sister during “community circle” at school this morning. She was full of details about her new sister who’s been in the hospital for 5 or 6 weeks (she couldn’t remember). She wanted to name her Diamond, but I wanted to name her Heather, after myself. She doesn’t have a name yet though because we don’t know if she’ll make it.

Mrs. Cox was, at first, thinking this was an elaborate story so she took her aside to ask questions later. The story continued all about the tubes the baby is hooked to so she can breath and her arm that looks kind of funny because it wasn’t finished growing. Every question Mrs. Cox asked, Stacia had an answer to. She was planning to call this evening to see if there was anything she could do help— totally snowed by Stacia’s story!

Where do they come up with this stuff? A story this elaborate had to come from somewhere, but we neither know anyone with a preemie or can remember a show she has seen about the situation. Why would a 6 year old have such elaborate details on premature babies? And, how in the world can I get her to stop telling tales?

Spencer thinks it’s a ploy for attention. I don’t know how—short of cloning myself— I could spend more time with her. I stay at home with the girls, I volunteer at school, I lead her Brownie troop, and he coaches her soccer team. I try to spend one-on-one time with each of my girls too.

Sometimes I get the feeling that no matter what I do or how hard I try I’m just doing this parenting thing all wrong!

Each new word is precious, but when your baby girl says “I love you” for the first time it really tugs at your heart.

Ok, so it sounded more like “hayahoo,” but a mother knows!