It's that time of year again! I'm another year older and wiser too. 38. That's how old I am. I'm good with that. I feel like I mature a little each year and become a little more of the person I was meant to be. It's like I'm growing into myself. So even though I'm only 2 years away from the big 4-0, I'm not as freaked out as I thought I'd be. So here's to 38! Hopefully it will be the best year yet!
I had to go this morning to help in Aubrey's class at school. When I got home Addy and I had a snack and then I sat down on the couch to read a chapter in my book. About 45 minutes later I woke up and felt so guilty that I was reading/sleeping when I had so many other things I needed to do. But then I remembered it was my Birthday so I got up, used the bathroom, and sat right back down on the couch and read another chapter. It was great, but I still have so much to do...
I am trying really hard not to freak out at the lateness of the season. I feel like I missed the whole first half of December. I spent the last 1/2 of November in trip mode. There was getting ready for the trip, then the trip itself. Then I got home from the trip and was so sick. Then I had trip/sickness catching up to do. I haven't done much to get ready for Christmas and usually I'm about done by now. I like to have it all done and then sit back and enjoy the season. But I have a lot to before any sitting back can occur. And how do I handle it? I spend the day napping and reading on the couch. That's really good Allyson.
You really gotta love it when your 5 year old comes running into the room with a phone in her hand all panicked like saying, "I CALLED 911 AGAIN! I CAN'T BELIEVE I CALLED 911 AGAIN!!!" Yes, she called 911. Again. For the third time. This time it was with an old cell phone she was playing with and she said she didn't think it would work. Even though I had told her before that it would.
So after she called 911, she told me that she is even more
scared of police than she was before. Great. She was scared of them before. Then she met a very nice police officer and I thought she was over it. But then, about a month ago something happened to change all that. What do you think would be the worst thing to happen to a small child who is scared of police? She could be in the car when her mother gets pulled over by one. Yes. We were on our way home one night. I had all the kids in the car. We were having fun singing Christmas Carols at the top of our lungs. I may or may not have come to a complete stop at a the 4 way stop sign coming into our neighborhood with no other cars present. I may or may not have been pulled over and given a warning. This may or may not have caused my 5 year old who was 4 at the time to have a major panic attack. And this may or may not have scarred her for life. She freaks out and starts screaming and crying anytime anyone thinks about doing anything slightly out of the ordinary while we are driving. Like the time we were on our trip and the kids were trying to put a movie in the dvd player. They dropped it and we were in the middle of nowhere so I told Zac to get undone from his seat and pick the movie up. Oh my good golly miss molly. You would have thought someone was pulling her toe nails out with a pair of pliers. I thought she was going to blow a blood vessel right then and there. And heaven forbid we ever pass a police car while we are driving...
I am pretty much over my horrible awful illness. However I don't sound like it. I sound awful. And each day the awful gets worse. Like right now I sound like an 83 year old scary woman who has been smoking a pack a day for 75 years. I don't know why it is taking so long for my voice to go back to normal. It must have something to do with bronchitis, but whatever it is, it's annoying. And it really upsets me the most because I can't sing. This sick voice isn't giving me the sexy husky singing voice I wish it was. It is giving me the sound of an ox dying a slow torturous death singing voice. I am a singer. Not like a singer because I can sing well singer, but a singer because I love to sing and singing makes me happy and I sing all the time singer. So when my favorite Journey song came on the radio the other day while I was cleaning house and the sound of my voice frightened even myself, I had to stop singing. And when I took the kids ice skating Saturday followed by a trip to the store for hot chocolate and we had Christmas songs playing on the radio and I couldn't sing along because my kids kept begging me to stop....And yesterday when we were in church and they were singing Christmas hymns and I couldn't sing along....and when I was trying to sing and dance with Steve last night and he nicely asked me to stop singing...I can't. Handle. Not. Singing....
So yes, I did take the kids ice skating Saturday. They are building a new shopping center near our neighborhood and they have an outdoor ice skating rink and Santa's village that just opened. The kids have never been ice skating so we decided to go check it out. That was some messed up ice, that's all I have to say. But it was fun. Zac, Emily and Aubrey just took off on their own like they had been skating all their lives. Addy needed a little help from me for a while, but then she got to where she could skate on her own. After skating we went to see Santa next door. It was a fun little outing.
