Those of us who have Facebook know that it gives us the option to see our memories – or the things we have posted on this day over the years that we have had an account. I have had Facebook for many years, but seven years ago I decided I wanted to start all over again with a new one. As I was scrolling these memories yesterday, I realized that I talk about how interesting my life is, but the really interesting little moments are often caught spur of the moment and posted to Facebook. I thought maybe it would be interesting for others to see. What follows is my timeline memories from September 18th, 2012-2019.
1 year ago:
2 years ago:
There are moments as a parent when it’s hard as hell to be patient. A prime example was just now with Chase.
He didn’t want to go to school. He tried the I’m sick bit. Said school was boring. And when I became impatient with him because I only had 20 minutes until it was time to leave and I had a million things to do before we did, he shoved his head under the blankets like an ostrich and began to sob.
I took a deep breath and walked away. I did a couple tasks as I wondered what the hell his deal was. I know he’s smart and school probably is a little boring for him. I know he isn’t bullied so while the thought crossed my mind I dismissed it.
Certain it was just because he absolutely hates mornings, I walked back into the room with a new mindset. Threats of grounding and being stern just don’t always work, period point blank. I scooped my little monkey up and tickled him until he couldn’t breathe.
And now we’re good. My morning tasks didn’t get done, but my Chaser is okay now.
Sometimes, we as parents need to hit the reset button. Sometimes we need to realize that kids need us to be silly and not so hellbent on getting our to do list done. That little boy is one of the reasons I was put on this planet, and the dishes can wait if it means he will walk into school with a smile on his face.
Happy Tuesday, folks. Take a moment to remember what’s important.
So, apparently there really was something wrong with Chase this morning. . . When he told me he didn’t feel good I took his temp just to be sure and it was normal so I dismissed it as him trying to get out of school. But I got a call a little after noon telling me my child was experiencing blurred vision and that the back of his head hurt. I rushed to the school and rushed him to the ER since his doctors office was on lunch and I didn’t want to wait. While I was driving I questioned him about falling on the playground, etc. And noticed while he told me he hadn’t fallen, that his speech was very slow. . . Almost slurred. And he told me he was “very tired”. I was positively terrified. How I find the strength to be calm when I am so worried is beyond me, but I managed to keep my calm and kept him talking all the way to the hospital.
They gave him Motrin and then after a short wait, a CT scan. By the time the scan was done and we were back in the ER room, he was feeling better. Blurred vision gone, no headache, only a little nausea, and being his normal monkey self. The CT scan came back fine and they went with a diagnosis of migraine, with instructions to follow up with his pediatrician for any further testing he may want. Luckily Chase has a well check tomorrow. I’m not sure what the hell just happened with my child, but we’ll see what his doc says tomorrow. For now he’s busy being rambunctious and I couldn’t be happier. ❤💚❤💚❤
4 years ago:
Ultimately pleased with my day. Some paperwork for brother and for Matt done, and some filing, finished the laundry and made spaghetti sauce to stick in the crockpot so I could enjoy some time at the library with my hoodlums. I call my children hoodlums but they were the best behaved children there. . . Observing library rules and using quiet voices, and picking up after themselves. . . I’m blessed with these boys of mine! Came home to finish dinner, clean up, and bathe everyone, including my littlest Meeha. Me and Mr. King are going to spend some time together and then it’s off to bed so I can be well rested for the week ahead. Happy Sunday! 🙂
Matthew is doing a fundraiser for school. Of course. ‘Tis the season. However, he is trying to sell 48 items so he can get some wireless headphones. I am in full support of this because listening to the beep boop boop of his tablet games is thoroughly annoying. He’s selling anything from framed pictures to infinity scarves to food! Please contact me for more info! 🙂
We picked up Matt’s bass four years ago. He played the instrument for only a year, but it resulted in a new appreciation for music. He is now engaged in teaching himself guitar, and I think his Pawpaw would be so proud of him.
Being a single mom who works full time sucks sometimes. Matt is a good student, he is smart, so I am fortunate in that aspect because I don’t have to spend hours with him doing homework. He generally takes the initiative and has his homework done before he even leaves school.
However, he had some time tests in math on his addition, subtraction, multiplication and division last week. He brought home high 90s in addition and subtraction and 40s and 50s on his multiplication and division. I got some flash cards for him to work with but haven’t had time to practice much with him.
Having an awesome daycare is going to help though. I called them and they’re going to work with him on it. Easing my mind just a little today. 🙂
Six years ago:
Seven years ago:
My headache started to subside some. . . but has now come back 10X worse. nausea and the whole bit. Think that this may be my minds way of ordering me to bed early tonight. And I think I’m gonna listen. 🙂
Matthew hits his target while playing a video game. Starts singing ‘Moves Like Jagger’.
It’s interesting for me to see where my head was at, and where I was at in my story as I look through these memories each day. It seems that I am consistent in my love for music, words, and my children – and finding humor always.
Happy Saturday – take time to look back, and appreciate who you were and who you are becoming. There are many things to be learned from your past selves.