My kids are creatures of habit. They know what we do and when we do it. They know that they get up, eat breakfast, get cajoled in to getting dressed, and get on the bus to head to school. From there the school takes over the routine. When school is out they get on the bus, get home to their dad or myself waiting (or both) and get inside for an afternoon snack. Homework usually comes next, then dinner, play time and bed.
None of this is ridiculously rigid or timed to the minute but it’s pretty basic and happens Mon-Fri. But not during a school break. School breaks are different.
I still have to work and so does Gabe. That means the kiddos go to grandma’s house or a babysitter. They are both wonderful options but it’s not the same as what they do all other days. When this happens, tiny humans get grumpy. They are off somehow, not quite the same and definitely more irritable.
While I think school breaks are a good thing, I also think they’re rough on working parents and rough on kiddos that are off their routines. I’m ready to sleep in on Thursday but of course, that will probably be the day the kiddos decide earlier is better and my internal clock says I need to be up no matter what l would like to have happen. Ugh, apparently I’m a creature of routine too.
It has been almost a year since the tragic events in Newtown, Connecticut ended with 28 people dead, including the gunman*, and many questions left unanswered.
I remember being at work and then at school when the details of the events began to be passed around. I remember talking about school safety and questioning the possible motives. I remember being overwhelmingly afraid while trying to finish the day as if the mom in me didn’t want to race to my son’s school to see that he was safe. I remember hugging my children extra tight that night and thanking God that they were safe in their beds when I couldn’t turn off my mind and got up multiple times to check on them.
School shootings are a terrible thing but this school shooting hit far too close to home. The faces of beautiful, bright and smiling 6 and 7-year-olds were shown and all I could see were the faces of my babies. One of the little girls shared my daughters name and my heart broke for all of their families.
Today reports were released as to the verification of only one shooter and, sadly, reminding us that the motives behind all of this will probably never be known. Many of the stories I read listed the victims of the shooting as 26, 20 children and 6 adults. I do understand this to some extent, these were the people that were killed in Sandy Hook Elementary.
What bothers me is that the shooter took the life of his mother before he made his way to Sandy Hook. She too was a victim and it bothers me that she is not included in many of the articles and reports. I have no idea what was going on in that house or why the gunman made the decisions that he made. I do know that as a mother, it bothers me that she is excluded so easily when she too was a victim.
I remember Sandy Hook and hope that when others also remember, that they include the shooter’s mother in the victim count, as he took 27 lives that day.
*I purposely chose not to list the gunman’s name here, as I don’t want that to be the focus of this post. I want it to be about the lives lost that day, the people that should be remembered.
While watching the original The Wizard of Oz this evening we were discussing why Dorothy was singing “Somewhere Over the Rainbow”. Gabe was trying to explain that Dorothy wanted an adventure instead of staying in her boring life.
Aiden responded with “and she wants it to be in color!” Laughs were had by all and we didn’t try to correct him. It was too sweet to set straight.
Will be up at 7:00 a.m. to cook for a Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow, then heading in for a few hours of work. This will be my first stop after turning off the alarm.
*I want to preface this post by making this statement. This is my space. I appreciate and welcome mature, honest feedback and conversation. I will not tolerate rudeness or name calling or profanity in my space. That is all.
I have wanted to say something for a while but I have kept my mouth shut for a long time about it. I usually keep my politics to myself and to people I’m close with. Today I can’t keep myself from saying this.
I am SICK of the state of politics in this country. I do not agree with the decisions our president is making and I think our country is only going to be harmed by them.
Above and beyond the decisions, I am sick of the lies. During campaigns we heard about how amazing the insurance for all would be. Now we have a website that we can’t use, people losing their insurance that were told would be able to keep their policies, and my family is no closer to insurance than we were before. People are told their insurance will be more expensive than ever and that they have to have coverage they will never use. Lies.
We also heard about troops coming home, getting out of countries we should have never been in, and yet yesterday the news came out that troops may remain in Afghanistan for another 10+ years. Lies on top of lies.
I want to hear from politicians that don’t want a career but want to see real change. I want to see people who care about the working poor that are trying to get by and not worried about securing yet another term. I am sick of the lies we are being fed and sick of the politics in this country. It’s shameful.
When it comes to blogging sometimes it’s hard to decide what to share and what not to, what topics to discuss and which ones should be shied away from.
Thus far on this blog I have kept my political views and opinions to myself. I have very strong opinions but was raised to know that the discussion of politics can be polarizing and I have no desire to offend in this space. Also, in the world of blogging it’s very easy to attract trolls and people who love nothing more than to disagree for the sake of disagreeing. While I know and respect that others do not see things the way I do, many people don’t have that same respect and things can quickly spiral into simple rudeness. That’s not something I really envision for this space.
All that being said, this is my space, my small piece of the Internet that I would like to be an honest place for me. To not share how I feel about something like politics and some of the things going on in the world today feels dishonest and unauthentic to who I am.
So, I haven’t made the decision 100% but I’m considering sharing my views and reactions to the world around me more. Decisions, decisions.
We have a few traditions in our house and one of them has to do with holidays/decorations. We don’t decorate for a season or holiday until the last one was over.
Christmas decorations have been in stores for WEEKS and I’m not even considering decorating yet. We usually try to put up our Christmas tree and get all the decorations out the weekend after Thanksgiving. By then the kids are losing it with excitement and I’m ready to spread Christmas cheer.
Our cable was out following the storms we had Sunday so we put in a movie. National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation seemed like a logical choice and, quite frankly, we tend to watch that movie all year round.
Today at work while I had a quiet moment to think I suddenly realized I had a Christmas song in my head. Then it dawned on me that the music in the office had changed to Christmas music. Everyone seemed to be surprised it happened so early but I’m still relatively new there so it didn’t phase me.
Tonight, on the other hand, when it came time to cuddle up and pick out a movie, I thought Scrooged would be perfect.
I may avoid the Christmas creep when it comes to decorations but apparently I have no problem with Christmas movies. Go figure.
Livi created this masterpiece on my phone.
It’s either amazing or creepy. I’m not sure I’ve decided which yet.
Today we had very severe weather pass through our town including tornado warnings. There were neighboring towns and neighboring states that were affected so much more than we were. I’m thankful that while I was at work my family was safe at home. I’m thankful that our patients were safe in our building. I’m thankful for the first responders out there helping those in need today. I’m curled up with a blanket and feeling very lucky to be watching National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation. Yep, lucky indeed.