So it seems another year has been added to my age. So it seems my mom came out just for the occasion. (Thanks so much, Mom!) So it seems there has been many a sleep issue around the homestead these last 2 (now 3) months. So it seems that during a recent midnight escapade with Ezekiel the seams of my pajama pants gave way!
Oh dear. And they were a favorite pair of mine too!
Have you ever had that happen to you? Have you ever heard that retched sound of clothing ripping all because you bent your hind quarters?
Thankfully I had this happen in the confines on my own home with all members of the family sound asleep, save Zeke. Also thankfully, I know the rip/tear was a result of much wear over the years I owned them. (I have lost weight recently, not gained….so we’ll not travel down that road! : ))
Add insult to injury, the very next evening when I am again up in the wee hours of the morning with Ezekiel the small tear that was confined only to my hind quarters with a length of 3 inches or so grew to run down my mid-thigh! They are nothing more than garbage now- too much ventilation for my taste. : )
This all began on the anniversary of my birth. I was wondering if this was any symbol of what kind of year I have to look forward to! The wee hours of any night are not hours with which you want to know me. I am ugly in attitude and spirit if the sleep interruption is more than 5-10 minutes in duration or if the interruptions number on the upwards of 4 times or more. U.L.G.Y. (Thankfully Zeke’s lips are sealed (and the other 3 have no memory of that time)…the apologies he could tell you I have made the next morning!) Just giving you a basis for the frame of mind that would make me correlate pants ripping to how my whole 33rd year of life will go. (Drama abounds in those wee midnight hours.)
Well, sleep did return to me briefly and my birthday did carry on. There was monkey bread to enjoy, kids to watch swim, Mom & step-dad in town to visit, an ice cream cake to consume, beautiful spring promising flowers to enjoy, a card from my beloved starting with “To my wonderful, beautiful wife” (cannot go anywhere near wrong with a beginning like that!) and there was sunshine to brighten all else that needed a lift.
Blessings # 135-150
- Mom & Husband in town for birthday visit
- Mom looks good (stressed look is dying away and joy stealing its place)
- warm, just out of the oven monkey bread
- I own more than one pair of flannel jammie pants
- bright, beautiful, warm Springy flowers that make me smile when Winter gets long
- ice cream birthday cakes : )
- homemade cards
- jeans to wear that aren’t a part of any maternity collection
- Husband who tells daughter I am more beautiful than any bouquet of flowers to him
- Grandparents who are rough, tough and tumble with my children
- children who are quick to forgive
- Grandpa’s who, even though they have been asked a dozen times, still lift kids up high and make them giggle loud and long
- a little girl who makes frank statements, often times bold for one her size, followed by physical gestures to emphasize the point being made
- a Grandma who takes delight in all things sassy and sweet about her grandkids
- Grandpa taking Isaiah swimming as many times as he asks and for as long as he likes
- safe coming and going for Mom & Beloved
2 comments:
Sweet pictures! My favorite is the look on Miss Katie's face in that top one. Oh my, love it!
Your mom looks wonderful!
Sweet post. Your husband's love language seems like a classic case of affirming words. We always give what we need ourselves. Is yours affirming words also?
Sorry about the lack of sleep. :( Experiencing that myself. She goes back to sleep readily, but just wakes up a ton right now--molars trying to come in. Seems to take forever, once the process gets started.
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