annieology

We are suffering the after effects of the time change, and by suffering I mean suffering.  Every day has been marked with someone taking a nap at a clearly inappropriate time.  Currently the five year old is fast asleep, drooling in a pile.  We haven’t had dinner.  What we had was lots of cookies because we were hungry, but it wasn’t dinner time so we had a snack that got out of hand, and now he is full of cookies and napping.

I hate the time change.

For that and there is always a clock that gets left out, and you spend way too much time wondering if it is really that time, before deciding to go check another clock only to get distracted by something shiny or whiny and another day passes and it never gets changed.

That and

are you supposed to change your smoke detector batteries on fall back or spring forward?  I forget so I do it on both, yet the time between fall and spring has gotten significantly shorter so it seems a waste, but if I don’t do it both I will never do it.

Speaking of which, I think it’s time for a fire inspection.

Which means it’s time for a health inspection, which means I have to buy outlet covers, yes my kids are beyond the need for outlet covers, but golly, they cannot be taught not to touch them.  As we know kids cannot override those tricky outlet covers.   Once again gov’ment knows best.

Speaking of which, I heard today on the radio, which is a reliable source of news, that California is dealing with their illegal immigrant problem by busing their “detainees” to Texas to a town of 4200.  Every day they bring 94 detainees and deposit them in said town until their hearing on whether or not they can stay in the U.S. even though they entered illegally.  So, where does a town of 4200 house said detainees until their hearing, they can’t.  So, they have to release them with a citation and hearing date, any wagers on how many of them show up for their hearing?  So instead of busing them across the border where they entered, they put them on a bus, travel out of California, through Arizona, through New Mexico and dump them here.  Now they are a bazillion miles from their family in Mexico, in a town that has not the resources to house or feed them.  Welcome to Texas.

While listening to that I saw a guy walking down the street openly carrying a fire arm.  Which is super sexy to someone whose favorite Amendment is the 2nd.  I pondered on FB which was sexier.  Concealed or open carry.  But that’s like asking what’s sexier, a man in uniform, or out of one.  Completely redundant.

I had my first opportunity to assess our winter clothing needs.  We are covered in 17 of 49 categories.  Probably more I need to go through a few closets yet.  Unfortunately I do not need a new coat.  I mean I so rarely get to buy one.   Truth time.  We once discussed my desire to buy a coat in counseling.  Yes, can you tell Tech Support and I have been through rough times?  Fighting over whether or not I should buy a $79 coat.  So trivial.  We don’t fight about things like that anymore,  most of our fights are about who’s a dork and who isn’t.  Nobody wins that fight.

The twins decided today that they wanted to go on vacation and ride a donkey.  Better yet a donkey/dragon hybrid like in Shrek.  Yeah, that would be awesome.

I went to Chic-fil-A for lunch.  Ours has a very jacked up lunch time mess.  They have people in the parking lot who take your order and call it in on their cell phone.  That and their parking lot was designed by a monkey.  So, that aside, I was placing my order and reading blogs on my cell phone and the order taker said she had the same phone as I did.  Cool.  And as if to prove it to me, I guess I looked shocked that SHE would have a phone like mine.  She dug through her pockets to show it to me.  OKaaaay.

Tech Support went to school today to volunteer for the whole day.  I did not kill his dog.  Yes I’m the very model of self control.  He left 15 minutes ago for a meeting and the dog is already barking non-stop and will continue to do so until the man returns.  He may not be so lucky tonight.

I feel it is time to feed myself.  I, contrary to the prevailing thought of child educators, must take care of myself.  I know, I should be a martyr and kill not only myself but my marriage to make sure the littles and the bigs have only the best of everything.   Sorry, not buying it.

Big Boy is mooing.  I should really go check that out.

There was a time in my life where the whole world would sing “Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love you, tomorrow.”  My alter ego would lament that tomorrow was always a day away.

Tomorrow.

She would have a home.

Tomorrow.

She would have a family.

Tomorrow.

She would have the life that she dreamed of.

This Annie gets it.

Tomorrow.

I will get MY dreams.

Tomorrow.

These kids will be gone.

Tomorrow.

I won’t have to…

Tomorrow.

I will be Annie.

I love you tomorrow.  Where are you?

In the end, the lyrics change.

Tomorrow is only a day away.

Tomorrow.

Dagan turns nineteen.

Tomorrow.

Big Boy will drive himself to school.

Tomorrow.

Radical will enter his final year of elementary school.

Tomorrow.

Felpsy will enter Kindergarten.

Tomorrow.

The twins will begin their final year as babies.

Tomorrow.

Where did you come from?  I knew you were coming, I just wasn’t expecting you.

I have a child who isn’t.  I actually have two.  By this time next year, my role as the primary parent for Radical will have been filled by Daddy Awesome.  Radical will no longer need a Mommy.  He’s looking more to his father to teach him how to be a man.  Those babies they brought in the middle of the night are riding bikes.  Felpsy has made incredible progress from the wild child that they brought us.

It’s all going as it should.

I just wasn’t expecting it.

Tomorrow

they will not need me.

Yet

this morning as another tomorrow arrived, Hubby and I all cuddled up in bed, willing the world to wait awhile longer, I knew this story needed me.  That I needed it.

I am that I am because of this story.

They are that they are.

Tomorrow can wait.

Tomorrow is here.