End of Days

 Are down to the final week and a couple of days of school. This is a double edge sword for me, I'm glad it over, this year has been horrible, but in the summer I'm a stay at home mom and that's a lot of togetherness.
  Don't get me wrong I love my kids, but my oldest son is in everything he possible can be ( note he's horrible at sports but plays them all) and it is a lot of running and time at practices.....I'm ready to make him quit so I can rest.  My youngest just wants to go to the swimming pool all day everyday, and I have a huge garden that needs attention in between.
  So during the week it's summer school, baseball, basketball, and swimming and weekends is when my husband (God bless him for all his hard work) thinks we need to go do something as a family, because "we can't just sit home all summer."
 I'm sure I will survive, seeing as I have every other summer up to this point, and somewhere along the line I will be begging for school to start. However, when the time come I will be sad that another summer is gone, and that my kids are another school year older and that time is slipping away.

The day I quit adulting

I have always told my family there will be a day I quit being the adult, that day is fast approaching.  My house is beyond disaster, it's somewhere between " there appears to have been a struggle" and "Geofferey the giraffe threw up".  My yard is the neighbor hood hangout, so the swords made of branches, the meteor rocks, and the arsenal of other random objects used in the battle against the zombies also reside in my yard.  The laundry baskets diligently hold clothes for multiple weeks until they get dumped out on he floor so they can be used for what they are intended for......escaped imaginary animal traps.   I have lost count of how many times I have washed that Star Wars shirt that has never been worn.  My comfy char is a coat rack, the love seat is a catch all and the dining room table...well I assume that is what is holding up the stack of junk mail.  So one of these days I will quit adulting and you can all catch me on episode of hoarders with my 25 cats, until then, I will keep washing that Stars Wars shirt!

A few years back I attempted to blog, but life decided to get in the way so I thought I'd try again.

As I sit here freezing on the 15th of May ( which is totally not OK) fresh off a 4:30 rescue squad call, I can't feel my fingers so I figure I may as well type.

Life has taken a few odd turns recently starting with my oldest son getting hit by a car.
I need to be honest he did not get hit by a car, he hit a car, 8 years old and he ran into the side of a moving vehicle.  By the way RUN is his only speed...well now it limp quickly! He was very calm during the whole thing and since I'm an EMT he knew the routine. As my fellow EMT's are putting a splint on him, one of them said "B you're doing such a great job" He replies with "My mom has been preparing me for this for years you know!"  I realize at that moment I have my hands full with these two wild crazy boys that God left under my supervision, and the ride is only going to get bumpier.  So I guess I will just hold on tight and hope the broken leg is the worst of it.