The other day I was thinking, "Ugh. I feel like we haven't done anything truly 'blog-worthy' lately." Well, Rea fixed all that for me this morning.
I am writing this as it is happening. That's kind of unusual for me. I typically experience, contemplate, then produce award-winning* posts. Today is different.
I have talked before about some of the struggles we have had with Rea**. She is headstrong. I am proud of her for that too. Really, I am. I think the world needs more take-no-crap-don't-care-what-you-think-of-me girls than damsels-in-distress-constantly-looking-for-attention. But it'd be nice if every once in a while she'd back down when she deals with me.
Dude. It's finally here.
I can honestly say, I have mixed emotions about today. On one hand, I am so exhausted from a whole summer of kids in my face, kids in my bed, kids screaming at each other, kids complaining, kids whining. The other hand is sad. I miss those boogers. It's quiet here, and I had to wake up early.
Don't worry, my sadness will only last for about a day.
The kids were excited to head off to school. They were happy to see their friends, excited to make new ones. Buddy told me he was most looking forward to getting to know his teacher (tee hee, cutie pie). Rea felt moderately indifferent about the whole thing. Now that she's in 3rd grade, she's too cool for this stuff.
Luckily they both were game to pose for the front door photos. It's the small victories that make me happy. Now, it's time for Mommy to get serious.
I think I reached my stress limit a few days ago. Several people ended up on the wrong end of a conversation with me. I snapped. I yelled. I was super rude. I have been walking around like a bomb, ready to detonate at any moment. I have been rocking a killer headache since last week - popping Excedrin Migraines like TicTacs, and they are doing nothing to ease the pain. It's been rough.
If you have crossed my path in the last week, I apologize.
As you know from my last post, my Poppy passed away last week. He had been having a rough go of it for quite some time, so it's with absolutely conflicting emotions that I write about him or think about him.
On the one hand, I am happy. He was reunited with Lala in heaven. I am sure there was a big party there last Wednesday morning. I would not be surprised if he spent the entire day eating all his favorite foods... or just walked around with a salt lick lollipop. He hated the bland, salt-free food he was forced to eat. He probably also had an entire pot of coffee and two ice cream cones. And for that, I am truly happy. He is not suffering.
The obvious other hand is that I am selfishly sad. I miss him. I miss my Lala too though. I don't know if the pain ever really goes away, or if it just dulls over time.
Even through all the sadness, we laughed.
My family has this incredible way of making any situation funny. It's usually a hoot when my sisters and I are together. Add to that my parents, a few cousins and some goofy aunts, and you'll have belly aches from all the giggles. You might even pee a little. We are that funny.
I'd like to share a bit of the funny with you.
Buddy has this alter ego. Rea and I have known about him for months. This other guy is Ben Hot. Ben is a singer/songwriter. He covers all genres of music. He puts on the BEST live shows.
Last time Jackie and Meghan were in town (a few weeks ago), they had the privilege of attending a Ben Hot concert. They were lucky enough to see two songs performed and even scored Meet & Greet tickets!
Buddy stays in character. It's pretty awesome considering he is only 6 years old. You will not catch him in a flub... he's created an entire backstory for Ben Hot.
My oldest child, Reagan, is 11 and my son Riley is 9. Baby 3 should arrive in January 2019. Everyday is a crazy day in the life of the Stus!