Day from Hell!

I know that everyone has a "Day from Hell". But yesterday was my day. I woke up in a good mood and was able to get the kids ready to go to school. It all started when Charlotte could not find her shoes and we were going to be late. Well I made Jonathan get up and we found a pair of shoes that were to big but would work. When I got to the school which is also my place of business I found out that my co-worker's husband has moved out on her and they're son. When I found that out I was very mad and i have been asking God to help me get over the anger. I took my girls up stairs to visit with a friend before class and she was not there. So we turned around and I took Charlotte to class. I waited for her teacher to finish talking with another parent so we could chat. Which I know now I should not have done because she told me she was going to leave the Day School. It is not even NOON yet. I just want to bury my head in the sand or just go back to sleep. On Tuesdays I volunteer for the day school, I start when I drop off my girls and leave at the same time they do. I have to rush home to change and get back to work in less than 45 minutes. Tuesday evening was not to bad until I got home. My brothers computer crashed and so he went to bed upset. Upset is a VERY nice way to put it. I asked my husband to put the clothes into the dryer and when he got off the computer I jumped on. His my space account was active and so being an open wife thought I would see who he was chatting with. I should have not gone there. We are not doing well right now. He and I need lots of prayers to heal our marriage and our minds. God I know you are with me. Help me through this troubling time. Amen

I'm A Grandma!

Ok, I'm not a real grandma. This morning I was in such a rush to get the kids out the door to school I did not pay any attention to my VERY pregnant cat. By the time I got home from doing my errands I had very little time to check on her. I did realize after I got dressed for work that she was not around. I got very upset because she use to get out all the time and I did not want her to have her little ones out side. We could search no longer because we had to get the kids, I had such anxiety that I had to get one of Jonathan's pills. That helped a little but I was still asking for every body to pray for her to come home with her belly still pregnant. To which they would reply "Oh she left to have her babies." I would get so upset because I wanted to be there for her. Well I left work and drove home on a mission "To Find My Cat!"

We got home and I asked Jonathan to get the flash light out of the car while I got the one in our apartment. We were all set to walk out the door when I heard the little bell. It was ever so faint and Jonathan and his friend Aaron did not hear it. But I knew that was my little baby. Now, in our dinning room we have a coffee table that has a seat on each end. I dug under it until I could really see what was going on. That is when I saw the most wondrous sight, MY Baby had 5 kittens. They are so beautiful! I hope you all love the pictures.

Hair

I know that when I was a child that I did not listen to my mom as much as I should. I had my share of problems with getting into my moms make-up. I would get in her closet and pull stuff out of boxes. I was not always the type of child my mom wanted me to be. But she knew that I loved her and I still to this day love her, God rest her soul.

Well I think my mom thought it was time for me to learn my lesson. I got up last Thursday morning and made breakfast, which is almost always cereal and milk. I put on an educational show and tried to wake up. My mother in law had surgery and I was calling to check on her when I looked up at my 5 year old, Charlotte. Something did not look right. Just as mom picked up the phone my brain started to work. That is when I had a clear sight of what Charlotte had done.

Just a little back round for you, Charlotte was born with what I call duck fuzz. Really she was bald. So mommy decided that she would wait to trim or cut her hair. Ok, let's say that in the five wonderful years of Charlotte's life she has never had a hair cut, I could never do it. It grew so long and is so blond. I could do so much with it, braiding, pig tails, half up half down, all down.

While I sit there looking at what Charlotte has done, I tell mom I have to call her back. I turn towards Charlotte and ask the ultimate question, "WHO CUT YOUR HAIR?" Now she looks at me like, what do you mean mommy? I turn off the TV and ask her again, because we all know that kids can 't see their parents when the TV is on. Charlotte in all of her 5 years of wisdom tells me Daddy did it. Which I know daddy would never cut her hair because he never brushes it. So I ask her again, this time she tells me that her cousin Rilie cut her hair. Now I am getting very ANGRY because we have talked about lies and how God made a commandment not to tell lies. After about an hour and a half she told me she cut her hair.

Needless to say I had to cut her hair. So now she has bangs because she had cut the front of her hair so bad. I can hear my mom say, "See what you put me through."

Family

Growing up all I heard about was how people hated their in laws. They were always in their business and could not do anything without them sticking their nose into it. Well I can say I have been truly blessed by the hand of god.

My mother and father in laws are truly one of a kind. I feel good about calling them mom and dad. I love spending time with them. I try to help where ever I can and when ever I can. I am part of his "Inner Circle". She does all of my clothes shopping and when I say all I'm mean all. Right down to my bras and underwear, she is truly awesome. They do so much for me that I don't care what pain I do to my self by doing what ever they ask.

Mom died in 2000 and my brother feels that I am his only connection to what was. Over the years he has moved in and helped out with paying the bills. Some of the time I have asked and some times he really needed a place to stay. Now we have many uncles, aunts, cousins and other relatives. But he feels that they are not HIS family, which is his choice.

He has problems, we all do. About three months ago he asked if he could stay about 3 days. Now my husband and I agreed it would be ok. But now its three months and I can't take him griping all the time. If it is not one thing its another. He moved in with us, a TWO BEDROOM apartment. Now he complains that he has no place to be by him self. Well that is what you get when you move in to an apartment that is a two bedroom. The only time I am by my self is when the bathroom door is locked. Even then I still have to hear my youngest banging on the door to join me in the shower.

I will miss him but I just CAN'T live with him.

God watch over my brother and my family. When you close a door you always open a window. I need your help to make me be strong in this trying time. Thank you for all that you have done for me. Please wrap a crown of thorns around my family and keep us safe.