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Soul Mates? Nah.

I've seen a lot of advertising for Valentine's Day that talks about spending this special day with one's soul mate.

I love my husband. He's a great person, we've been together for twenty-four years and we've been married for almost nineteen years.

My husband and I don't refer to each other as soul mates though, we call each other, 'cellmates'.

Yep, the hubby and I are in this for the long haul, these kids, this mortgage, these car payments - it's a life sentence. 

Besides, what the heck is a soul mate anyway? Isn't that someone we're supposed to be spending our lives looking for and NEVER finding?

My cellmate? He's here day in and day out, helping with kids, making meals, paying bills and emptying the dishwasher. 

I'll take my cellmate over some lost soul mate any day. 

So, Happy Valentine's Day, TiredPapa

I love you.

And thanks for um, doing time with me.

Just be nice...

I think I either need to re-create or go out and buy this sign.

 

And I'm not sure it needs the '-Thank you' on the end either.

Grrrr.

How's your weekend going? 

Tired Mama - Year Seventeen.

Last week I spent some time poking around web sites thinking that maybe I should try and find a new blog title and URL.

My kids are older now so technically I should be getting more sleep as I don't have to get up with babies any longer. 

Then, last night? 

At 2 am I was up elbowing my husband because he was snoring so loud.

Then I was up at about 3:30 am because the cat was pawing and crying at my daughter's closed bedroom door. 

At 4 am the puppy fell off my other daughter's bed where she had been sleeping and boy, did she cry - both the puppy and my younger daughter. *

Finally, my son's alarm was set wrong so it went off at 5 am.

So, just in case you're interested,

Tired Mama? 

It looks like she's going to be here for a while yet.

Sigh.

* The puppy was fine, just freaked out.

Letting go

I was talking with a friend this weekend and I mentioned that my oldest daughter had applied to a junior college for the fall.

We talked about the financial costs, where she would live and how it would all work.

I talked about how I thought she was ready and how she was excited about the idea.

And then my friend stopped my babbling, took my hand, looked me in the eye and asked me,

'Yes, and how are you REALLY with this?'

How am I with my baby leaving home a year earlier than planned?

I'm uh, honestly?

Thrilled for her, frightened for her, sad for me, excited for her, mad at how fast time has flown and even slightly jealous.

Basically? I have no idea how I am. So far, I've just been focused on her.

But, my daughter is thinking about leaving home.

LEAVING me.

How am I with this?

I'll get back to you on that. 

Right after I take a valium.

Followed perhaps by a red wine chaser...

Sigh.

She can see things I can't..

My youngest daughter is taking some music exams in the spring and so I've been bugging her to get on with her practicing this week.

As I cleaned up the kitchen tonight I listened to her go through her music, she played well but she played quickly and she played music that I had heard often.

'Lizzie,' I called. 'Is that what you're supposed to be practicing?'

'Yep,' she replied.

'Are you sure? Bring me your teacher's notes,' I demanded.

As I read through the list with her I pointed out that nothing she had played was on the list of things to practice.

'Yes, it is,' she insisted.

'Where?' I asked giving her the book and a scowl.

'Right there,' she said, pointing at the blank part at the bottom of the page.

'Right there, written in invisible ink.'

Oh.

Right.

Silly me.

And yeah, she really does know how to turn my scowls around.

600 Reasons why Moms Drink - Reason #423

Reason # 423

Mom just spent an hour at the grocery store and $200. She comes home, lugs in all the groceries, cleans out the cupboards and fridge of empty packages, wipes down all the shelves and puts all the fresh healthy groceries away.

Ten minutes later....

Sigh.