My Hot Mess is 6…She’ll Be Driving in NO Time!

Bug at 1 year old…awwee…isn’t she precious?!?!
Today my Bug turns 6 years old and I can hardly believe it. You see, in that picture above (please excuse the quality, I do believe that was a flip phone…nice!), my baby was just 1 year old. She was my world and I was hers. Those of you that have had children later in life understand what I mean by that. I cherished this little cherub and couldn’t stand to spend one moment away from her. The first time I dropped her off at daycare when she was 8 weeks old, the whole family had to tag along and try to console me in the parking lot as I sobbed. Think nervous breakdown, because I think I actually had one that day! Other than while I was at work, Bug and I were inseparable. Seriously, she was MY.WORLD!
But now, my little angel on earth is 6! Sometimes I feel like more of a nuisance than anything else to her. I mean, she still loves me, but I’m hardly her world. She has friends, school, and other interests that just don’t include me. Her Daddy is her favorite (SIGH) and I’m just there to walk her to school, clean up her messes, wash her clothes, cook her meals…you know…all of that Mommy stuff. She does appreciate and love me but it’s just not the same and she’s growing up to fast!
You see, since I have the big girls, I know that this photo will become a reality in the glimpse of an eye and my baby girl will be driving away, hopefully to college. I won’t be her world at all then, not even close! And so today, I celebrate Bug’s 6th birthday with a happy heart for the little lady she is becoming and I’m very proud of her independence. She’s doing so well in school and maturing at the speed of light. But forgive this Momma for wishing that time would reverse a little and take us back to a time and place where me and a cookie was all she’d ever need!

Happy Birthday Bug! You are loved more than the world is big, more than the sky is blue, more than the ocean’s deep…that’s how much Mommy loves YOU!

Bug Got Silver!

The coloring stinks, I know. But the coloring is NOT important here. Note: Bug got silver! That’s right, the best of the best of conduct at school. MY BUG! You can’t be nearly as surprised as I am! This hot mess of mine, this rule breaker? She was PERFECT for her first week of school. I called to confirm and it’s true! S0 proud!
She got extra recess time for her accomplishment and that’s good enough for her (and me). I’m just! Who would have guessed that my little rule breaker would be the PERFECT student? Not me for sure! Fingers crossed it lasts!
I posted this on Facebook because that’s what I do and I was proud (yes, I’ve said proud entirely too much already, but I can’t help it, I’m proud…OY, said it again). I saw the comments pour in and I appreciated the encouragment. But then a comment from a good friend popped in there and I teared up. I always wonder if I’m doing right by my kids. I’m a Mom, that’s what we do. We worry, and we wonder. We do the best we can and hope that we are serving our children well. So when I saw this comment, I felt somewhat validated, from another Mom, from a counselor!
  • Heather Halstead A counselor told me if they push boundaries at home, that’s because they feel the safest there. If they push boundaries at school, it’s because they don’t have an outlet at home. 🙂 See, you’re a great mama!
I know I’m not a great momma but that statement hit home! There was a time in my life when I wasn’t there for my kids (I worked way too many hours away from the home) and my babies acted out at school.  MY FAULT!  Now, I’m here for them and they are unruly, wild little boogers, but I’m here for them! That statement above? It couldn’t be more true and I’m thankful that it was pointed out to me.

My Bug might be a hot mess here, but I’ve taught her well. She knows what to do and she’s got this thing! Rock on with your bad SILVER self Bug and if you have to act out, do it where you feel safe! Momma loves you no matter what! I just wish you didn’t trust me so much at home! This momma could use a little break when you’re here!
Hey, did I mention I was proud? I am! Sparkle On!

They Get to Learn, He Gets the Germs!

The girls started school this week (I know, I might have mentioned it a time…or a zillion) but it’s been a big deal around here. The Drama Queen transfered from Georgia after multiple problems there and we were all excited for her new start (which is not really going according to plan but we’re still working on that).
Bug is, so far, flourishing in this world of learning and I’m so happy that she is so excited and acclimating so well. She got a case of the sniffles the first day of school (The first day? Ugh! Cut me a break!) but it came and went quickly. She seems fine and we all know germs are inevitable at the start of school and throughout the year. 
BUT…the one kid that didn’t get to go to school this year…the one with the brain that would baffle the mind of geniuses…that ONE…is the one that got sick! He’s been sad. Every morning, Bubby and I walk Bug to school. He carries his backpack and lunch box and he wants to stay. “You’re too young Bubby”, “You’ll be in school before you know it Bubby”, “You’re a good boy Bubby…you just stay home with Mommy one more year and you can go to school”. And all kinds of other prodding to get him to come home with me because he’s only 3 and it’s just not time!
But this walking in and out of school every day has taken it’s toll. This garden of germs, a virtual germ-fest, attacked his little immune system and he’s sick. You see, this baby has never been to day care. He’s never been exposed to the yucky germy world other than in stores and parks. He has a crappy immune system. He’s gotten sick once each year. He doesn’t do sick well. I mean, he’s not a big fat baby about it, but when it gets him, it attacks hard. 
Tonight I sit here. I should be asleep. I have to get up early to wake the girls up for school, but Bubby has been coughing. He’s been sputting. And worst of all, he’s been crying a very raspy cry. He hurts so in turn I hurt! He can’t take medication because like me, when he takes the cold and cough stuff, it just makes him puke. Yea, I’d rather cough! It’s just a cold, but it’s a nasty one. After some sleep and TLC, plus a few days, it’ll all be good again.
I just hate to see him so restless and I don’t like that sad face on him! The girls get to learn, and all he got was the germs! My poor sweet Bubby!