Distractions of the mundane mommy

     This post is coming a tad late because frankly, I couldn’t bring myself to write it. Sunday  was Mother’s Day. The one day of the year besides my birthday when I don’t  have to do anything. And please don’t misunderstand me, with my kids it was lovely. Until last night when my daughter got sick. But I woke up crying because my first thought was OMG it’s Mother’s Day and my Mom is  dead!  There’s not a thing I can do about it. I can cry, scream and yell but it won’t change the fact that the woman who made me who I am is gone.       I wish I could write some eloquent post on how I handled the day with grace, but I would be lying. I cried!!! I cried when I woke up, I cried through church, I made it through brunch but when I got home, you guessed it I cried. I cried because I want to tell her everything about my life. "Look mom, I finally quit that job I hated because of the shift, and now I am scared to death. What should I do?" "Mom,...

Y’all my daughter had the coolest 4th grade project. They had to pick a character do a biography on them, and then pretend to be that person and give a speech. My daughter chose Harriet Tubman. I’m not going to lie, her first choice was JK Rowling because she’s a Potterhead but alas the rule was they had to be dead. So her love for Harriet Tubman was born. I have to tell you I was so proud of her!! My daughter picked a strong woman as one of her hero’s. I thought she did a great job representing her.  There were lots of Anne Frank’s , Wright brothers and Harriet Tubman’s. There was also a PT Barnum which I thought was unique. What an exciting way to get these kids excited about history. To let them find out more information about someone they admire. From what I understood this was a district wide project and I give the district kudos for doing it. Here is my little Harriet Tubman. I had a hard time coming up with a costume but she got an A so I must have done ok! 

Autism and High School Well its official, we have moved beyond the world of not thinking about what Autism would look like in adulthood to being smacked in the face with it. AGGGHH HELP. What it looks like at this point is that Caleb will have a Social Skills class, much like the one he has now, everyday. He gets 1 elective which for Caleb is always art. I can remember him being a 6 year old and we went to the Library. At our local library the is this statue with a little boy holding a teddy bear and my mom look at me and says "Mom, why do you think the artist was thinking when he used a teddy bear?" I have never been able to look at art and see those things so as you can imagine, I was shocked as well as clueless. Ever since then he is a very talented artist who blows my mind. I cannot draw a straight line with a pencil so it was important to me that he have the chance  to continue this. He is also freaking out about having to take two years of foreign language bu...

It’s been a busy weekend. They predicted a winter storm, which truly didn’t amount to much for us, but all the same I decided to stay home. No church meant tons of free time. I decided to make the krustez lemon bars which were so easy and came out tasting wonderful. Then my daughter and I made these muffins from  deliciously sprinkled https://deliciouslysprinkled.com/cinnamon-berry-muffins/ They are amazing and I Recommend making a batch as soon as you can!!! My 10 year old McKinley loves to help me cook (when she is not making slime) What’s your favorite Muffin recipe? Mine is this one currently BY FAR!!!

My mom died February 1st, 2018 and I cannot seem to move on from My grief. I know it’s still fresh. There are so many thoughts that have crossed my mind the last few days. Things like when I’m out of unstoabbles it will be the last bottle I bought while she was alive. The last time I heard her voice. What if I forget what it sounds like. I feel so robbed. I’m not even 40 and my mom is gone. I find myself jealous every time I see a birthday older than hers and they are still alive. I know she is with Jesus and out of pain but I need the world to know that she was here and she was loved and she mattered. I’m thankful for the little things. Like in the end she didn’t have time to be scared of death. She had been so sick and had expressed even though she was a Christian she was scared. She got sick on Monday and was  unconscious by Tuesday and gone by Thursday. She never had the time to be scared. I know that people go through this all the time and we are not alone, but I also know th...