Sometimes Other Mommies Are The WORST

This morning, after walking Thing 1 to his classroom, Thing 2, Sam-I-Am and myself continued on to her classroom. Typically, the routine is walk to classroom, drop off bag, disappear onto the playground after a 2 second "BYE MOM!". But this morning was different. Thing 2 was clingy. So Sam-I-Am and I hung out for a bit asking her random questions about playground etiquette. "What's up with the swings? Oh, they're wet in the mornings. What is the game they're playing over here, it looks like tag. No, we're not allowed to play tag anymore because people were complaining about falling down and then this one kid scratched his face on the ground after this bigger kid tagged him hard and he fell down, so then the teachers said no more tag. That's called Scramble. (Insert 4 minute explanation that essentially sums up to the same thing as tag)."

Roller-coasters are supposed to be fun, right?

So here you are, standing in front of what appears to be the coolest roller-coaster ever, aptly named: YOUR LIFE! You're anxious, but so excited to experience such a thrilling ride. Sure, part of the coaster is covered and you have no idea what's going on in there, but you just KNOW it's gonna be awesome. You find yourself running to get on the ride because you just don't want to wait another minute. And just like that, you're buckled in and so begins your ride.

Hey! Do you remember...?!?!

Yesterday, while out running errands, the kiddos and I passed an Army truck waiting to get towed by another Army truck (insert budget jokes here). The kiddos were so excited to see "real Army guys!" and were bantering back and forth about what they might be doing out this way. We talked about how there's a National Guard Armory, a Navy Base and other military things around here, so it's not uncommon for Army guys to be out and about, this was just the first the kiddos were seeing them. Then there was a silent pause and quietly Thing 1 said "I miss Army." Silent pause. "I miss Army too" from Thing 2. Followed by another silent pause.

Knowns, Unknowns, and Hopes of TBI

Nothing is more uncertain than the future. Nothing.

See, The Husband has a mild Traumatic Brain Injury that we call his Mushy Brain and there are many things we know about it.

Am I a Good Mommy?

I think there comes a time while being a mommy, you question if you're doing the job right. If that moment hasn't come for you yet, it will. If it doesn't, you need an ego check and that's a whole other topic. Honestly, if you don't have this moment daily, I'm envious. I question every move I make as a mommy. "Milk or juice? Well okay so she's had 3 glasses of milk today already and seriously, how much milk does one kid need? But juice is full of sugars and sure, I spent the extra money and got the 100% juice, but again, how much is too much?!?!? Sigh. Water it is!"