Missing You....

I started this post by listing the hours I worked today. There were too many and it sounded whiney. I deleted it and started over.

This was a long day; longer than most. In the car on my way home I started to think about my blog and how much I miss writing here. Some people see their lives as status updates on facebook. I know people like that. I've hidden them from my news feed, because I don't care to know their business every two hours. But truthfully, I used to look at the daily happenings with my babies as fodder for my blog. I'd think about something funny they did and plan in my mind how I'd post it here. I just don't have that kind of leisure time anymore, and I really miss it. I'll have it this summer. I can't wait for this summer. The truth is, though, that the job I do away from home is important too. It matters to me to do it well. It is never complete after eight hours. Ever. I always have a running list of how I could be doing things more effectively, kids I need to conference with, parents I've gotta catch in passing, snacks to bring for meetings, supervision duty (that might be this week. I should check the schedule.) and kids to prep for their presentation at a school board meeting next month. And I haven't even taught anything yet. This job is insane. What was I thinking? I know. I love it. And somebody loves the kids in my class the same way I love my girls. They care that I do my best everyday.

Enough already. This is starting to sound like a mission statement moment like the one that got Jerry Maguire canned.

At the end of the day I love coming home. I love the flat footed (thud thud thud) run of Peyton when she greets me at the front door. I love pretending that I can't find Libby wherever she's hiding (and giggling). I love the people who love my kids when I can't be with them. Thank you.

Enough.

Tonight....

Bedtime silliness....

If you look closely at Peyton's forehead you can see a distinct purple mark over her left eye. Today, Shane opened a door and the edge of it caught Peyton right in the forehead. Ouch. I asked her tonight, "Peytie, did you bonk yourself?" She answered, "No, Daddy bonked myself."

Momma's slippers.

Tonight, Shane made a late run to the grocery store while the girls and I hung up the alphabet in their room. Libby loves her letters and is starting to read some simple words, so tonight seemed like a good night to encourage reading.