Excuses, Excuses

So I haven't gotten off to a great start on this here blog. I have all kinds of fun posts that I want to write, but.....when it comes to getting them actually written and posted, I haven't been able to follow through. Why? Well, I am a little busy to say the least. I have been pulled in a bazillion different directions. Aren't we all, though? Enough with the whining. But I do promise to what I can, when I can, and hopefully it will all fall together in due time.

Here are just a few things heard in my home in the last few days:

From D, age 4 (going on 14): "Tighty whiteys! Gotta love 'em!" Followed almost immediately by: "What are tighty whiteys?"

From B, age 9: "What's the big deal about football? It's not nearly as fun as soccer, and it takes soooo long to play a game." This from a BOY, no less. Oh well, my children will not be sports afficionados.

From A, age 11: "Mom, can you get out of bed to take me to school? It's raining out." Yes, I got out of bed to take him to school. I was up late the night before studying. Yes, he could have taken the bus, and I could have rolled right back over and gone back to sleep. But I did not. I WANTED to, oh boy did I ever want to, but I got out of bed, threw on a sweatshirt over my jammies and took him to school. And I hoped that no one would see me. What we don't do for our kids, huh?!