The old adage, “This is the toughest job you’ll ever love” is sometimes true. Sometimes I love it. Sometimes I do not. I am the constant cheerleader. The constant nagger. That gets tiring at times. And before you roll your eyes at yet more whiney drivel from Jena, remember, there is plenty to be happy about. But how often do you go around proclaiming all the wonderful things? More often than not, you pick up the phone to vent to your best friend or mother or husband. And this is what this venue does for me. It is my vent. My release before I explode. Every freaking person out there feels like this. I LOVE that. Otherwise, it really does mean that I’m cuckoo.
Therefore, do you want the bad news or the good news first? I think I’ll go for the good news first.
The sun is shining again after a wonderful afternoon spring thunderstorm.
My middle kid is going to be going to kindergarten next year.
He is going to the school that I most desired for him.
He will be going to his big sister’s school. It tickles me pink.
My youngest was dancing by himself to Black Eye Peas “I’ve Got a Feeling.”
He was totally into it and so damn cute all on his own.
My middle kid’s pink eye is cured.
The fact that pink eye is highly contagious saved my ass.
My oldest’s earache is better.
I have great friends.
Friends that I love.
I love my Kindle.
My husband spoils me.
I have great music playing.
My freaking American brand vehicle has a fucking warranty. Thank god.
My grass is green.
My trees are budding.
Most of the laundry is clean.
The Not So Good (the bad)
My oldest has freaking pink eye.
I forgot to register the middle child for kindergarten.
My post surgery husband ain’t feelin’ so hot.
The TV was making me mental and we don’t even have cable or satelite!
My kids are sick.
They are dropping like flies around here.
I have a monster zit on my chin.
My nose is runny.
My nose is stuffy.
My freaking American brand vehicle needs a significant amount of work.
There is much poop to scoop now that it is spring.
There is much yard work to do now that it is spring.
There is much laundry to fold and put away.
Ok, I think I can live with that.