annieology

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.

We had some errands to do today so I strapped all the kiddos in and off we went.  Boog has been obsessed with left and right.  Yay Boog.

Boog,  “Are we turning left?”

Felpsy, “No, right.”

Me, “No, actually we are turning left.”

Boog,  “HA HA!”

Felpsy, “Shut up.”

Boog, “No, you shut up.”

Me, “No, you both shut up.”

“Did we just turn right?”

I did the mature thing and did not respond to the rest of the conversation.

“No, we just turned the same way we just turned which makes it a left.”

“Where are we going?”

“How come we never turn right?”

“We turn rights on the way home.”

At which point we do turn right.

“Did we just turn right?  I thought we were going to the store, I don’t want to go home.  Can I get a toy?”

When will they get sound proof glass in mini-vans?  It’s for everyone’s safety.

#1 I’m getting LASIK  – It’s going to cost me more than my first car.  Do not tell me how much money I’m going to save on contacts and glasses.  My break even point is decades in the future.

I’m just saying.

I got my hair cut today, I took the Princess.  I went to a slightly fru fru salonish thing.  I don’t spend a ton on my hair, but enough.  Princess was very jealous of my shampoo – so I inquired if someone might shampoo her, you know to keep her occupied.  When the shampoo girl told me that it would be more than my whole shampoo, cut and style, I fuhreaked.  Point taken fru fru salon, my Princess is not welcome.

Need a new hair girl.

I will miss my hair girl.  She did a great job.  Princess was oohing and aahing and telling me how much “Daddy’s going to love it.”  Who could not want her in their salon?

I took Radical to the eye doctor.  Two hours later we had not been seen.  Ironic?  I think so.

But….

True story.  Someone stopped me in the hall and asked me where they could find my blog.  I swear.

We went door shopping.  Went to two places, one local, one national.  Neither had doors we wanted.  Nothing fancy, just a solid core interior door to reduce the noise level in Hubby’s office.

I could not get the grill going tonight, but had fun playing with fire.  I may need an intervention.

Boog informed me that he “can’t like hot marshmallows”.  I am a failure as a parent.  Who can’t like hot marshmallows?

Felpsy spent the whole day in time out.  But don’t worry, it was properly administered in five minute intervals.  ALL DAY LONG.

I’m going to bed, ‘night.