2007

Cameron tells me every day, "Mommy, it's two-fousand-and-seven." While I should be amazed and touched at how excited he is to know something that for adults seems so mudane, for me it just makes me think, "That's how old I feel right now." Well, maybe not that old, but close.

Christmas is gone. A friend, upon hearing how fast Christmas disappeared from our house, commented, "Santa comes Christmas Eve, and the Grinch comes Christmas night." By Wednesday night everything was put away, taken down, vacuumed up, moved back into it's place. (Except the wrapping paper. It's still sitting in the garage. Yes, Anne, it's still sitting.)

The fun new Christmas toys have become old, and the children can no longer find anything to play with. I, however, am having a blast with my new Palm Pilot (more on that later), my bluetooth, (Samantha is embarrassed when I wear it out in public. She tries to pull my hair over my ear to cover it up.) and my new Brighton jewelry. They know my name at the store I frequent (literally), and almost have my phone number in speed dial.

My new Country Curtains curtains are finally up, and they look beautiful. I am such a nag! Every expert in the world says that nagging is not the way to get things done, but if I waited until Pat was "ready" he could cover my casket with the curtains. Just a joke, when it's my time to join Jesus in Heaven, I want to be cremated. Does the Catholic Church frown upon that?

The Zirkles came into town for the New Year. We were all in heaven, having them here again. True, the noise level in my house was insane, and those Zirkle kids wake up at ungodly hours, but I miss them so much when they're not around. Sam had a hard time saying goodbye too, and not because talking hurt her head. Her head was fine, unlike mine. Yes, we had a New Year's party. And it was awesome. And we all paid for it dearly the next day. I just can't wait til the recycling is picked up so I can put milk cartons into my recycling receptacle again...

I'm going back to work in the Fall. I've known for awhile that I'd have to go back when the kids were in school full time, but I was thinking, like, 6th grade. You know, when I would just embarrass them if I was around. No, Cam will be in full day kindergarten next year and I no longer have an excuse to stay home in my jammies, watching soaps and eating bon bons. My application to teach for PWC is going in the mail tomorrow. Pray for a speedy job offer at the one school I'd like to work for...

My Palm Pilot is my one of two of my new plans for 2007. It is fabulous. Not only does it keep my calendar, contacts, and to-do lists up-to-date and right at my finger tips, but it also keeps my shopping list for me, helps me remember which books I still want to read, and I can even play Solitaire! I'm still getting used to using "graffiti," but it could be worse. I'm hoping that having everything in one place (actually 2 because it automatically backs everything up onto my computer) will keep me from double-booking the family. You thought I was organized before, but now I am truly the QUEEN. Except that I'm spending so much time putting stuff into my Palm that I'm really behind on laundry. It's on the list, though! I can actually have things that show up on my to-do list that need to be there every day. For example: laundry (it will never, ever, ever be done!), the dishwasher, showering... So if you don't get to it one day, there it is again the following morning! Fabulous. Seriously.

My second plan for 2007 is something I read in a book recently. It's a book about praying for your husband. I'm not very far into it yet, but the main focus of the beginning chapter is the age-old, "Don't try to change him, it will never happen." Instead, your first prayer should be, "Lord, change me." It's my new mantra. I also love something else she says: the husband is supposed to be the head of the house. Does that just get your hackles up, or what? It did me, too, until I read the next sentence which (to paraphrase) says, "Let him be the head of the house, and you be the HEART." Wow. I'd much rather be the heart of my household. What a neat philosophy, and a new way of thinking. It's only the 7th of January, but we'll see how it goes.

Sam finally lost that annoying tooth that was hanging on only by her will to not bleed. Yes!! I did such a happy dance! Now she's found 3 more that are starting to feel lose. I seriously doubt my ability to make it through the trauma that accompanies losing teeth, at least for this little girl. She is my heart, though.

Have a wonderful, happy, prosperous, or at least uneventful 2007, and remember that the writer of this blog is thinking of you often, and keeping you in her prayers....

Love,
Me