Sunday, December 21, 2008
Spy Rope Works and Wall Guns...
If anyone knows what a "Spy-Rope-Works" is and a "Wall Gun" PLEASE clue me in!! Carson has been talking about going to this Spy Rope Works place all day! "It has planes, and basketball, and wall guns...doesn't that sound FUN?" Then he continued to say that they have "movies, and TVs, and lights, and games..." Seriously, he won't shut up about it!! It's WAY past bedtime right now and he's in his room saying "Spy Rope Works, Spy Rope Works, Spy Rope Works..." and "if I go to sleep, we will go to Spy Rope Works tomorrow". I asked him if he played Spy Rope Works with his neighbor friends. To this he replied, "No, silly, it's all the way across town". Duh, I should have known! Then he came to get me because he needed me to drive to Spy Rope Works with him. His car was in his room ready to go. He had taken all of the toys from his closet and piled them on top of his bed-I mean, car. That stinker is so cute! It's finally quiet. Not bad, only 2 hours past his bedtime. ugh.
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Saturday, December 6, 2008
Hanging it Up
Today I'm wrapping up my last week of school and I thought I'd take a break to write about it.
As I was working, I found myself contemplating what it might be like to have more free time at night and on weekends. I hope it won't be too intrusive for Carson, who has never known me to have much time for him. Not to mention Michelle, who now feels guilty when she's able to spend a night watching TV.
The thought made me really think about the fact that I'm not the only one in this family who's had so little free time. Michelle has put so much into supporting me with this. She must really love me.
She has never complained about it. Not one time.
I can't recall her ever being upset about events I couldn't attend, or all of the times I couldn't rescue her from a burnout. But when I'm stressed or complain about my life, she talks me through it.
I don't quite know how to thank you babe, other than to tell everyone what a good person you are.
I guess I owe you one, huh?
As I was working, I found myself contemplating what it might be like to have more free time at night and on weekends. I hope it won't be too intrusive for Carson, who has never known me to have much time for him. Not to mention Michelle, who now feels guilty when she's able to spend a night watching TV.
The thought made me really think about the fact that I'm not the only one in this family who's had so little free time. Michelle has put so much into supporting me with this. She must really love me.
She has never complained about it. Not one time.
I can't recall her ever being upset about events I couldn't attend, or all of the times I couldn't rescue her from a burnout. But when I'm stressed or complain about my life, she talks me through it.
I don't quite know how to thank you babe, other than to tell everyone what a good person you are.
I guess I owe you one, huh?
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