Mid Week Ramblings...

This is going to be a scattered post.  My thoughts and feelings are quite scattered today. They have been all week. So, I am certain my writing will mirror my mind. My apologies in advance. Try to keep up.

Scott is sick. Super sick. Sick in bed sick. Sick and isn't working sick. That's sick.

That means I have been single mom for a couple days.  Today he is home, but is feeling well enough to care for our children this evening so I can attend Ladies Night Out at the club. It's a total cheesy night.  They have a fashion show of golf and tennis attire.  I will be like one of five women there under 60.  But the wine will be flowing and the food will be great....... and like I said, I need a night out.  Leslie and fam are considering joining, so I am taking her to the event so she falls in love and wants to become a member. I want everyone to join so I have lots of good peeps to drink poolside with me this summer. It's all about me and my needs people. ;-)

We all know this is NOT true as much as I joke about it. But a girl can dream.  ;-)

Scott and I had a wonderful evening out last Friday that I never shared. We went to Marriage Matters fundraiser and auction. Some friends of ours are super involved in this amazing program.... and we have gotten to know the fundraising director so we wanted to go in support of the program and have a night out with friends and each other. It was a great time.  The food was awesome.  The wine was decent.  The company could not be beat.

We feel pretty strongly about helping out in this regard.  We know how hard marriage can be. Who doesn't? But we feel a sense of obligation to reach out and help others. We are talking about becoming more formally involved.... more than just writing a check.  We talked about time and do we have it..... but I think when you reach out to help others, you only help yourself... your own relationship. Always worth the time.  We will find a way. Such a great resource for a community that really needs it.

Ally had a sleepover Saturday night and Scott, Luke and I went out to eat.  All I have to say is just Luke is the easiest thing in the world. He is a really, really great kid. 

I will speak no more on the subject.  ;-)

It's not to say Ally is a BAD kid..... she's just more consuming. More high maintenance. It is what it is.  Damn Luke is easy. He may have his moments of drama (and they can be big - se previous post!) but he gets over it and all-in-all moves on!

Ally has a sleepover Friday night too.  I may or may not be really looking forward to it.  ;-)

I love my girl... I do. I like my breaks from her. I will admit it.  This morning, she was being so mean to her brother.  I don't see her like this with anyone but him. She can be so awful to him.  All he does is love her and worship her.  She really can't accept his love right now or love him back. She is so freakin' jealous of him in all that he does.

Maybe it's the age difference..... she sees him as "getting away" with everything... and that is true. We expect more from her.   She is nine. He is four.  She doesn't get it.  She doesn't see the reason in it.  Sigh. It's not easy.

I know siblings have rivalries... but I don't have to like it.

They do have their moments of peace where the play together amazingly well. I know this. I write about it. I take pictures of it. But, right now, the last time we were all together, it was fight, fight, fight.... and that's what's fresh in my mind. Ugh.

Like I said yesterday.... it never gets easier.... we just have brief moments of ease!  Then, moments of complete shit.  ;-) 

I want to sing the facts of life song... "you take the good, you take the bad and there you have the facts of life......the facts of life......."

Remember Tootie?  Remember how she rollerskated all over the house?  Good times.

Speaking of rollerskating.  Ally is really into it right now.  She is also really into the Babysitters Club books, GYMNASTICS, Taylor Swift, watching music videos on YouTube (apparently MTV doesn't play them anymore), reading magazines about teen stars (like Taylor Swift), painting her nails, smelly lotion from Bath and Body, PANDAS, her guinea pig Penny, and flipping all over my house ALL the time.

She's at this interesting age... not a little girl that plays with dolls and not yet a teenager.... though if I had to pick one over the other, I'd say she more resembles a teenager.  When did this process start at the age of nine????? 

She still hates to shower or brush her teeth or have her hair done.  It's odd, that little bit about her. 

Then, there's Luke.  Luke is becoming so social at school. Each day his teacher tells me he just does more and more... the year has been wonderful for him.  He has a best friend at school... or two!  We have play dates with one of them regularly now and Luke looks forward to seeing him outside of school.  Luke is really into Spiderman, trying to do gymnastics like his big sister, riding his bike, art (he loves to paint, color and draw), helping Daddy work in the yard (loves to help!!!), reading his preschool magazine stories (we get Turtle and Ladybug), chocolate milk, his Mr. Paws paper doll, ants, and his fish.

Ahhhhh his fish....... all but one have died........ lovely.  We cannot keep fish alive in our house.  At first Luke would get really upset... now, I think he's immune to death. He says we can just go get more. Nice huh?  Ugh.  I don't like the fish tank.  Never have. 

Goldfish Cracker took a digger.... he was the most recent one to go to fishy heaven.

Goofball is still alive and kicking, although Luke doesn't know that it's really Goofball the Second cuz the first one died and we replaced him before Luke could notice.

So, technically that means we killed all the fish. 

Luke took the passing of his "ant friend" harder than the most recent passing of Goldfish Cracker. Apparently Luke has a love for the ant.  Who knew?  He wails when they get lost (he tries to hold on to them).  "But he was MY FRIEND" he cries in a heartbroken voice like he has no one else to love him but an ant.  Lord. 

Ally tells him to go outside and get a new one.  Empathy at its finest right there.

God I love my kids.  They are such a giant pain in the ass...... but I love 'em. 

Happy Wednesday my friends........ is it Wine-o-Clock yet?????????????????