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I don’t remember books not being in my life.

Growing up, the bottom drawer of my dresser was so full of children’s books that the bottom eventually fell out from the weight.

My  mom always had a pile of books on top of the refrigerator from the library, and a few more on the front seat of her car waiting to be swapped out for new ones.

My dad was always reading the newspaper.

We had a set of encyclopedia and a set of childcraft encyclopedia.

Words were my life from early on.  In grade school I lived for scholastic book orders.  In middle school my mom brought me piles of books home from the library.  By high school?  I had decided that I wanted to read–and talk about those books–for the rest of my life.

And so I became an English teacher.

I have worked for over a decade encouraging kids to read…to entice them into becoming life-long readers.

The school I work in is filled with students who didn’t have their own books as kids.  They come to us behind…because they don’t know what it’s like to have books in their life for fun.

Not a couple years ago, after about 90% of one of my classes failed to do a short assigned reading assignment, I polled the class with this question: “How many of you had your own books as kids and were read to all the time.”

One girl raised her hand (she did the assignment, by the way).  I died a little inside.

That same year our school started doing RIF (reading is fundamental), a program that gives students free books.

I was suddenly aware of the gift my parents had given me.

Also that year I found out I was pregnant with my son.

Immediately, I gathered my favorite childhood books and piled them in the room that would be his.

I would sit in the middle of the room and read the books out loud to my dancing fetus.

A year later, I was reading Green Eggs and Ham to a squirmy infant.

Not long after that, we traded the “paper pages” for board books because he wanted to handle them and gnaw on the book clumsily turn the pages himself.

Now, as a 20-month old, he brings me book after book to read.  He points out the letters to me and says some of them.  He points out the kitties and the dogs and the moons and the balloons.

I burst with pride when his little finger points at the pictures as I read the words…as he examines each page before we turn it.

I know this is what my parents did.  And I know it is a large part of why I became a successful student…and teacher….and writer.

It is never ever too early to start reading with your children.  Each time you choose to put down your phone, or step away from your laptop (in my case) to read with your child, you are sending a message about what is important.

Each time your child sees you pick up a book or newspaper instead of watch a reality show?  You are showing your child where your priorities are and what you see as valuable.

Your child…and education are important.  Show this to your child.  Read with him/her.

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Secret Mommy-hood Confessions Saturday

I really like that Kim does Secret Mommy-hood Confessions Saturdays.  I helps me vent out things that have been weighing on me all week.

So here is today’s:

I’m tired.

I know that is not a juicy one.  In fact, now you’re bored and will probably just move on, and that’s ok.

But I’m going to plunge ahead anyway, Ok?

This week totally exhausted me.  So much so that after getting out of bed this morning at 10:00 (thank you, Cort!), I played with Eddie for an hour and then passed out on the couch for THREE HOURS.

This week was hard on me even though it really wasn’t a bad week.  Ever have one of those?

I am tired of picking up after teenagers.

I am tired of students leaving things behind and then freaking out WEEKS later.

I am tired of having to say, “get back to work,” “let’s focus,” “talk while you work…WHILE you work,” among other things.

I am tired of giving a thousand chances to maybe get a D- instead of an F.

I”m tired of having to hound 18 year olds about graduation requirements.

I”m tired of doing more for less.

I also learned some exhausting lessons this week.

students never hear you the first time (this should not be knew, but in light of the week, it was frustrating).

adults can act every bit as immature as a 14 year old can.

adults can back stab you if they think it will get them in good with someone.

not many people can keep a secret.

massive week-long blog events that include a gazillion giveaways are incredibly rewarding…and exhausting.

I need to toot my own horn when I want to be recognized for something I am proud of.  Maybe others will pick up their horns for me too, but maybe not.  So I have to play LOUD–for myself.

It’s exhausting to be proud of yourself.  Many positive things happened to me this week–mostly in the blogging world–and keeping up with them left my head spinning.

But I will end this tired ramble with the things I am proud of, that I hope you will take the time to check out.

The first is huge.  HUGE.  I have a new button on my blog.  It looks like this:
I was syndicated on BlogHer.com

That’s right!  I am on BlogHer with my post My Mother’s Hands.  Because of tons of encouragement from this lady, this lady, and of course this lady, AND with Cort rooting me on, I shoved all my fear of rejection down and submitted five of my babies posts to BlogHer.

Knowing the talent that they usually pick up, I really wasn’t expecting to hear back (I know, I know…lame of me), but when that email landed in my inbox?  I FREAKED OUT!

Cort was gone to class and I just scooped Eddie up and danced and cried with him.  He thought his momma had finally lost it.

So anyway, please go read my post over there…and leave me some love and sparkles if you like it.

I have also been adding this little guy to a couple of my posts lately:

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That’s right, the sweet and talented Natalie has taken notice of me lately (which makes me blush), and has featured me two weeks in a ROW on her Monster Likes weekend round up of her fave posts.  This week my writing tips made the cut.  Go check out who else she likes this week (always good reads, by the way).

Third, in case you hadn’t heard, I am now on the team at The Red Dress Club

I am all sorts of honored and still blown away that Nichole and Cheryl–two writers I hugely look up to–would even consider me to be part of their team, let alone ask me!  To me, this is exactly the thing that has been missing from my writing life.  It pushes me to read more, contact other writers, and think outside of my own writing box.  I love it.

Speaking of The Red Dress Club, some of you may or may not know that I have this blog:

this is where I do my creative writing.  Right now there is a piece of fiction I just posted–and I almost never write fiction–that I feel pretty good about.  I’d love for you to give it a read and tell me what you think.  It’s called White Agony.

Since I am listing things I am proud of here, I also still have Katie’s Bookcase:

I haven’t posted here in a while since I am in the middle of reading books…as are many of my contributors.  If you have read a book that you would like to submit a review for, contact me, and we will set something up!

Lastly, if you haven’t entered all of mine and Miranda’s giveaways?   You can find a list of all the links here.

More than one person asked me this week asked how I do it all.  Even my therapist wanted to know.

And I just shake my head.

I don’t know.  I really don’t.  I all I can say is, if you really, REALLY love something, you will do it.  If something brings joy to you in spite of the challenges it causes, you will do it.

Or at least I will.

But?  It will still tire me out.


For the Love…Of Blogging: Writing Wednesday

Welcome to Day 3 of For the Love…Of Blogging!

Today Miranda and I are going to stretch our English teacher wings on you guys and share some of what we know (and teach) about writing.

My topic is voice.

I used to have a big sign that a student made for me that read “Write Like You” in my old classroom.

And it’s really my mantra when writing any of my blogs.  I don’t want to sound like anyone else except Katie Sluiter.

When I posted my first vlog, someone told me she loved it so much because the way I talked match EXACTLY what she heard in her head when she read my blog.

That?  Was huge for me.

So how do you find your voice.  For me, it’s a combination of things.

1. Show Don’t Tell. Whether I am telling you about my PPD experiences, my miscarriages, my wedding, my job, or my son, I want you to feel like you are there with me.

I do this by closing my eyes and concentrating on the very core of what I am trying to talk about–the few moments that make up the big feeling.

Take this post for instance. I could have just told you about how my father-in-law had cancer and I was there to hear the diagnosis and it sucked.  But TELLING you would make you say, “yeah, that sucks.”  SHOWING you would put you in that room with me.  It would give you the feelings of those around me.  It would make you have the chills and then the sweats.

I want to take you to a place, a time, a moment.  Not just tell you a quick narrative.

Showing you my snapshot of life?

It would help you experience what I did. It would make my writing something you could relate to.  You would start making connections to things that made you feel that way.

I would be real to you.

Bloggers that are so very real (and serve as inspiration?)  to me that you should check out as examples?

Kris and Nichole are good places to start.  They are some of the very best Show Don’t Tellers on the internet.

2. Be honest.

You don’t have to spill all of your family secrets or tell us when your Lady Week is, but showing your readers that you are a real person: flaws and all, is a good thing.

I try to post my fails along with my successes.  Just this past Saturday I confessed that I am not always a good friend. I also let my kid watch TV and I didn’t think being a mom meant living in a state of toy chaos.

Sharing your honest joys AND fears AND fails?  Creates a person.

Some of my favorite REAL peeps?  There is Blair who lovingly puts it out there…ALL out there.  There is also Adrienne for whom I have so much love.  She is real and honest and I love her. And of course there is my etwin, Miranda who pours her heart out to her audience.  Lastly, Casey has always floored me for being so honest that I swear she is in my brain.

3. Seriously…write like YOU.

Once you start creating honest snap shots for your reader, you need to do it using YOUR voice.  Don’t try to imitate others.  Maybe you have your own phrases or a unique writing structure (I tend to do short paragraphs and minimal words) or distinct tone (sarcastic, funny, sensitive…whatever your personality is)…the key is to be YOU and not someone else.

I have been told that this post where I hate on Wal-Mart drips of Katie.  (I also try to show and not tell…even though it’s a story).

Bloggers who amaze me with their unique style?  Who I would totally know out of a blogging line up?

Kimberly might have a bad back, but she has a wicked sense of humor that amazes me.  And I would know CDG from a pile of blogs any day…her writing is AWESOME.   And please?  Lori could hide behind…well…she couldn’t hide from me.

4. Write what you know.

You are an expert at your life.  You are an expert at YOU.  Write about that.  Don’t dabble in things you can’t speak of.  I know nothing about breastfeeding or cloth-diappering.  I did neither.  I will be starting zero posts about those things.

I don’t know much about html or SEO or feeds.  I will not be giving you tips on those.

I know about my life.  I know about MY ppd (not yours).  I know about writing.  I know about ME.

That is what I will be writing about.

And you should write what YOU know.

Bloggers who write what they know (and do it well)?  Gigi knows a lot about a lot (I swear…she is like the Cat in the Hat of blogging).  Lindsey is another someone I feel always writes what she knows…her family, her blog, her life…and does it well.  The Empress is also someone I feel like is an “authority” because of her blogging style.  which I dig.

These rules could easily be a series of posts each.  This is just the nitty gritty of what it takes to have a good writing voice/style.

For today’s blog hop (which is located at Miranda’s blog)…I want to encourage you to explode a moment…give your reader a snapshot from your memory. I love the idea of exploding a moment so much, I started a blog just to do that (yes, I am plugging myself here, what?).  So give it a try.  Need ideas?  Look at this or this or this.  All posts where I gave the readers a snapshot through my words.

And don’t forget to head over to Miranda‘s…she will show you some of the more technical stuff about writing that will make it more readable and flowy (she is better at the organizational stuff than I am…by far!)

So what do you think?  Good tips?  Hard challenge?  Did I leave out your favorite bloggers?  Talk to me!

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This evening I started typing up a McFatty post.  It was full of goals and plans.

I got about halfway through and Eddie demanded a bit of attention, which I freely gave because I will be seeing much less of him starting tomorrow.

Within about a half a second I realized he was tired, so off to the nursery we went.

As I sat down to rock him, he nestled his little head up against me chest and pulled lamby up to his nose.

Since he has gotten so much bigger, he prefers to sit on my lap backward and wrap his legs around me so he can still rest his head against my chest.  Lately, he has also taken to wrapping his non-lamby arm around me too.

We rocked in silence for about three or four minutes.

The only sound was the humidifier and the random creaks of the old rocking chair.

I nuzzled my nose into his fluff-pile of blond curls and whispered my realization,

“I am really going to miss you tomorrow, bubs.”

He made a very soft little chirping sound and looked up at me.

I could just see his big, dark eyes staring up at me in the dark.

I kissed his forehead.  He made the kissing sound behind his pipey and smiled up at me.

We did that back and forth a few times until he let out a big sigh and snuggled back into me.

I rocked silently for a little bit before I just stopped and sat.

I knew he could get laid down in his bed with no problem, but I continued to sit.

I could feel his little heart beat against me.  His breathing was getting heavier.  His arm or leg would twitch every now and then.

I stroked those soft curls finding a little tangle or remnant of dinner here or there.

He smelled of baby lotion and a wee bit of garlic from dinner.

He smelled soft.

These past two weeks have been eye-opening for me.  Eddie has started to form words. He signs things without being prompted to do so.  He looks to me to tell him things. He wants to learn from me.

He also needs me.

Run-by huggings and kissings have occurred.

My legs get embraced while I bake or sort mail.

And tonight…in the rocker…his arms hugged me.  his eyes smiled at me.  his sleepy little self snuggled me.

We sat that way until he pointed sleepily to his crib.

As I laid him down and tucked him in.  His little hand went up and waved.

I melted.  And made myself push down the anxiety of being away.

I will miss this boy during the day tomorrow, and Tuesday, and each day after that while I concentrate on other people’s kids.

Until a break brings our focus back to each other again, please let me find peace.

the one where i ramble about love and jesus

Cortney and I were both raised in households that went to church every single Sunday.  No exceptions. In fact, in my house, we went to church twice on Sunday and once on Wednesdays.

As a kid, aside from getting up early, I didn’t mind going to church.

Ok, I should say I didn’t mind being part of a church.  Everyone knew my family.  We were warmly greeted each Sunday morning.  My mom taught 2nd grade Sunday School and my dad was on the consistory.

(I should mention here that Cort and I were both raised in the same massively conservative Christian community, and that both of our families were members of the Reformed Church of America).

Church was full of wonder and tradition for me.  Our sanctuary was very old-school with beautiful stained-glass windows depicting different scenes in the life of Christ.  We had a choir loft and a choir that wore robes.  We had a traditional pulpit and old sconce lights on the wall.  I loved it.  I loved that our church was the first building in Zeeland; it was a part of local history.

I don’t know when either Cort or I stopped going to church or why.  I do know it was after both of us had moved out of our parents’ houses and no longer had the rule that we “had” to go.  Because of the new-found freedom?  We both choice a life of sleeping in on Sundays–despite constant comments from our mothers.

Once married, we vowed over and over to start going, but we never did.  Not regularly.

(I should mention that Eddie is baptized in the RCA church; and that we are all members of the church where Cort grew up).

But this post isn’t about going to church. It is just a segue into where my thoughts are going.

It’s more about what is in that church…or better, what is outside the church as well.

I’m talking about that guy, Jesus.

Yes, I am going there on the blog.

The season has gotten me thinking a lot about love.

Not only is Christmas supposed to be the celebration of the birth of Christ, but lately in the news there has been a lot of coverage on the Dream Act (not passed) and the repeal of the Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell Act (passed) and all sorts of other talk in between.

And all this Christmas and talk of others different than ourselves and church stuff has gotten me thinking about teaching Eddie about love.

Not just love for his mom and dad, but love for humankind.

No, we don’t go to church that often, and really a big part of that is because I don’t see the kind of love that I want Eddie to learn about being practiced there.  I hear it being taught, but not practiced.

I want badly to find a church that is the mix of the deep traditions that I love (old hymns, big echoe-y sanctuary, etc) and my more liberal views on the world (women’s rights to serve in the church, for example).  I want Eddie to feel the love of a church family and learn about the Bible there.  But we haven’t found that yet.

And honestly?  I struggle with the idea of “blind faith”.  I don’t know if I have it.

I know my parents have it.

I know Cort’s dad had it.

I know Cort’s grandparents have it.

I watched them blindly believe and trust.

I don’t know about me.  I try very hard to trust, but I don’t know if I can believe as literally, for instance, as my dad can in the stories of the Bible. Did a man survive being thrown in a furnace?  For real?   Or is this a legend told?  Is it more literature than fact?  Meant to teach, but not be historical?

But what I do believe hands down from my religious upbringing is this: I do believe in the kind of love that Jesus taught.

So no matter what happens, I fully intend to teach Eddie to love as Jesus did.

What we know of Jesus is that he was a radical who took anyone…anyone…who would have him, and loved.  He loved those no one else would.  He taught that the greatest gift of all was love and that we should “love our neighbors as ourselves.”

Yes, he taught about sin being bad, but over that?  He taught to love.

I want Eddie to learn that sin is bad, but you need to love the snot out of the sinner.

Jesus traveled around with thieves and prostitutes.  Do people really think he would turn away illegal aliens or gay people?

Jesus went and dined with the scum of the town. Do people really think he would snub an adulterer?

Jesus taught love by loving.

I have struggled my whole life with the “reality” of the Christmas story.  With the idea of a crazy guy walking around claiming to be Christ and dying for my sins.  I have wondered if floods and talking burning bushes and parted seas were miracles or otherwise explained.

But this year?  As I watch Eddie interact with Christmas for the first time?  I realize that none of that matters to me.

Because I believe in love.

And that is the gift Jesus gave us.

And that is the gift I want to give my son. I want him to see me loving everyone…especially those society sees fit to not love.

Merry Christmas or Chanukkah or Santa-loving or whatever you choose to do or not do this week.

I wish you all much love.

It’s the Simple Things…

It’s not a secret that I am a teacher.

I teach high school.  I teach in an “urban” school district.

I see issues and problems that i never could have imagined when I was that age.  My students have to deal with things I thought only existed in movies like Dangerous Minds back when I was in high school.

And my students?  They are LUCKY compared to many students who are in inner-city schools.

While my students have many hardships, they are not that far from beaches and parks and places they can go to get away from the “urban” area that might be bringing them down.  Many of them get to go on a summer vacation.

This is why, when Sara from The Fresh Air Fund (FAF) contacted me, I jumped on the chance to promote it.

What the FAF does is raise money to help inner-city kids in New York City experience places outside the city…to get some fresh air and some fun. To actually have a summer vacation that they otherwise wouldn’t have.

They do all sorts of things.  There are FAF host families, swimming lessons, farm visits, career awareness classes, and FAF camp.  All of these things help build confidence, self-esteem, and experiences that show inner-city youth that the ways of the street are not the only way.  That they CAN move out of that life.

The camps and retreats prepare kids to be leaders in their communities.

As an educator (and a mom), I know that what we experience is what shapes us.

If we are never read to, never taken anywhere, just dumped in a sub-par school with no funding?  We probably won’t be busting through any barriers to become great.

But if someone out there gives us opportunities and chances, there is no end to the greatness we can do.

This holiday season, won’t you join me in helping give opportunity and chances to a child who might not otherwise get it?

According to FAF’s site…

  • Just $10 will send one child on a bus ride to his or her Friendly Town host family.

  • $24 provides a child with a week of swimming lessons.

  • $42 provides a day of Career Awareness classes.

  • A gift of $50 can fund a camp counselor for a day.

  • If you can give as much as $91, you provide a child at camp with meals for a week.

We are a not-for-profit agency and depend on tax-deductible donations from people like you to keep our vital programs flourishing.

I know it’s cliche to say, but honestly?  Every little bit helps.

I look at Eddie and see that he has already had more opportunity than many of inner-city children have and he is only a year and a half!

Please help give the simple things in life to those for whom it is not so simple.

Please consider giving to the Fresh Air Fund.

For more information, you can visit the Fresh Air Fun site here, “like” them on facebook, and follow them on twitter.

Stepping Out Saturday

I know, I know…today is supposed to be McFatty Monday and/or Meal Planning Monday.

But I am just not feeling it.

Last week was ridiculous and my choices were out of survival more than being health-conscious.  I worked full-time as usual and taught Monday and Wednesday nights as usual–which by itself has been a struggle for me with making healthy choices AND with keeping my mental health in tact.  But also this week?  I had parent/teacher conferences Tuesday and Thursday nights.

I hardly saw Cort, and I only saw Eddie maybe 4 hours in 4 days.

So I don’t want to talk about my McFatty-ness.

Instead, I thought I would hook up with Harper’s Happenings for Stepping out Saturday…because guess what…I totally went on a DATE WITH CORT Saturday night!

This is probably our first date in three months!  It was so fun (thanks to Cody and Liz for babysitting!)!

not the best shot, but it's hard to get a toddler to pose!

Eddie and I posed for a picture before we packed him up to take to his auntie and uncle’s house.

On Eddie:

overalls and onsie: Osh Gosh

shoes: Target

On me:

Jeans and tank: Gap Outlet

jacket: Old Navy

shoes: Target (Mudd brand)

headband: New York and Co

Earrings: a gift for being a bridesmaid; they are real Montana silver

bracelet: I THINK that is a premier bracelet (can’t remember)

After dropping Eddie off at Cody and Liz’s house, Cortney and I hit Old Navy (I needed another pair of pants for the work rotation), Bed, Bath, & Beyond (we needed a new candle for the kitchen), Barnes & Noble (Cort needed something new to read.  He got Hunger Games), and then the Verizon store (we got new phones!  Buy a Droid, get any other phone FREE!!!).

Once our shopping was done, we hit Logan’s for dinner and drinks.  It felt so darn good to be out with my husband on a DATE!  We got to chat and laugh and enjoy our meals and drinks without having to be on Eddie’s eating schedule.

And when we picked Eddie up, he was all cozy in his jammies and ready for bed!

It was a glorious evening!  The kind that I totally took for granted before having Eddie.  I miss the alone time with Cort and I hope we can swing another evening away again sometime soon!

Top Ten Things I NEED Each Day

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It’s Tuesday again!  That means I have today’s Top Ten list right here!

First let me point out that Top Ten Tuesdays now has it’s own tab up there at the top of the  blog.  This is a place where you can find all of the Top Ten lists that I have done, and where you can find my fancy button.  I also have my cute Top Ten button over in the right side bar.  Over there ——————->

Today’s list is of the Top Ten things I NEED each day. These are the things that without them?  My day goes right down the crapper. So…without further ado and really in no particular order…

10. Coffee

I have a sneaking suspicion that this might just make everyone’s Top Ten list this week.

I need at least one large cup of coffee each day in order to get myself moving.  I usually poor it right before I leave for work and sip it during my 35 minute commute.

If I could drink coffee all day?  I might.  But I don’t have a coffee pot in my classroom and I really don’t trust the water at our school enough to make it.  So I settle for my one cup a day.  You can ask my first hour students–I really do need this.

#9 A Shower

Some people can do just a quick “splash bath” or only wash their hair every few days.

I cannot handle that.  I NEED a shower before I start my day or I am no good.  NO GOOD, I SAY!

I have to stand under that super hot water stream and wash the night sleepies away.  I need to have fresh hair and skin.  I feel smelly all day if I don’t.  Plus?  I value showers WAY more now that I have a child.  I never realized how precious that time is!

#8 My “K” book bag

I got this as a gift for being in my sister-in-law, MacKenzie’s wedding.  It was an awesome gift because it is so practical.

Not only do I love book bags/totes (seriously, I had to do a MAJOR purge because my “collection”, we will call it, dabbled on the line of hoarding), but this one is boxy and square, so it fits my mini Coleman cooler I use as my lunch pail on one side, and my mini Miche purse on the other side.  It’s just right for work!

#7 My Laptop

Just over three years ago, we got me this little guy.  All red and shiny with a matching red mouse (and a matching red case.  And hopefully some day I will have a beautiful Gussy laptop bag with a red ruffle.  sigh…a girl can dream).

This wee little lap top has been a necessity in my life.  I have typed countless essays, articles, posts, tweets, emails, facebook updates, and instant messages.

When my screen died (thankfully it was still under warranty), I thought my days had ended.  Luckily Dell Man came and fixed it lickity split…and it is all like new again.  Happy sighs…

#6 Diet Coke

If I don’t have at least one can of this crack soda a day, I get crazy grumpy.  In fact, I could even forgo my morning coffee and have one of these instead, but I am pretty sure I could not give up having at least one diet coke to drinking coffee.

Whilst pregnant with Eddie, I actually lost my taste for this lovely sweet nectar of the gods.  I am pretty sure it had to do with  my wicked reflux, but still.  It was sad.

I tried to stay away after having Eddie, but Diet Coke’s sweet siren song lured me back in and I am back to a two a day habit.

#5 Sirius Satellite Radio

This was one of the best birthday gifts Cortney ever got me.  We were engaged and I had not only my 35-minute commute (each way) to work, but I was also commuting 60 minutes (each way) to grad school.  It got boring and I got restless.

And Cortney?  He was brilliant.  I could never ever EVER go back to “terrestrial” radio again.  Riding in a car and having to listen to DJs and commercials makes me all hive-ish and antsy.  I would rather ride in silence.

#4 Twitter (more specifically, TweetDeck)

Is it sad that my day sucks if I don’t get on twitter for at least a little while?  Maybe, but I have made so many friends this way.

There are a handful of people on twitter that I feel so connected to that I like to check in with them each day to see how they are doing.  These same people are usually busy checking in with me too.

We share laughs and links and stories and sadness and prayers and well, many, many things.  But most of all?  I find support and strength in numbers on twitter.

#3 My chair

I seek refuge in this chair daily.  Almost every single one of my days ends in this chair.

Eddie and I cuddle and read stories here.

After he goes to bed, I answer emails, blog, check facebook, tweet, read, or just zone out to the TV in this chair.  It is my gateway to bedtime.

#2: My Eddie Bear

I hate days that I don’t get to see Eddie.  My day feels unfulfilled somehow.  I know that all I do is for our family, but when I don’t even get to see my family?  It feels all for naught.

That is why I am ever thankful that Cort is able to pack Eddie up and come visit me every Wednesday after school before I head out to teaching at CC.  It’s usually only about 30 minutes of time in my classroom, but I am thankful for even that little bit.

My days are nothing without my boys.

Which brings me to…

#1:  My Main Squeeze

Cheesy?  Maybe.  But like I said about Eddie, I work so hard for my boys.  If I don’t get to spend time with them, my day feels like a fail–no matter what wonderful things I’ve done for other people.

Cortney is my rock.  It’s a big job–I’m not an easy person to keep grounded–but he does it mostly without complaint.  he keeps our house clean and picked up.  He picks up the parenting when I am not around to do it.  He keeps the bills paid and the doctor’s appointments kept.  He cooks, he cleans, and he is all mine, ladies!

On Tuesdays when I have to go to bed without him (because he has league bowling–which is good!  He deserves time away from us), I get a case of the sads.  I am so used to failing asleep next to him, knowing he has my back though the good days and the bad.

There you have it!  The Top Ten Things I NEED Each Day!

What are the Top Ten things you need for your day?  Don’t be shy!  Link up!

Wacky Wednesday

Ok, so I usually try to do Wordless Wednesday, but my week has been all wacky so far.  Good things, weird things…just wacky.

Here is a brief rundown…

My brother got engaged!  Yay!  This is HUGE, people.  He and his fiance have a 5 and a half year old together.  This story is long, complicated and beautiful.  I will have to share this story with you, if they give me permission.

We had some VERY bizarre weather yesterday.  We woke up to tornado watches, storm and wind warnings, all out madness.  Many schools closed due to the watches; not ours.  We braved those wild winds and pursued education in spite of the crazy weather.  And in turn, we were rewarded with tornado sirens going off at the beginning of fourth hour driving us into the hallway to take cover.  For most of the hour.  Then, just as we were released back to class?  Four minutes later they re-issued the warning, forcing us back into the hallway into lunch.  To say yesterday was messed up is an understatement.

My son is addicted to Sesame Street.  More specifically he is addicted to sitting on my lap and watching song videos from Sesame Street on my computer.  If he sees me get anywhere NEAR my laptop, he whines and pulls at me until I put him on my lap and youtube his favorites.

In fact, this is the one he likes best.  I like it too because it helps me remember that I can make it through the hard stuff.  That’s right.  I get inspired by Sesame Street on the daily.  What of it?

Oh and also?  I am over at Not Super…Just Mom helping my girl Miranda wrap up and super long, tough month that she has dubbed Hellmonth.  I depart from my usual PG rating, so beware, but go read.  I don’t want to be lonely over there!

Here is hoping for a calmer second half to the week!

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