Black Friday

So I decided to go black friday hopping. Last night we tried but we got to the outlets in Hagerstown at midnight when they opened and we couldn't even make it off the highway there were so many people trying to get to the outlets. We had to go to the next exit so we could turn around and go home and the traffic the other direction was backed up for three miles of people trying to go to the outlets, I wanted to stay and wait, but I was outvoted by tired people. So we went home and went out this morning. I was so proud of Kailyn, she was perfect she was in her sling and just fell asleep. I couldn't have asked for a happier baby.

sick

I do not know how people do anything while they are sick.Yesterday, I came down with a cold and it brought its friend fever. I completely shut down when I am sick. I pretty much sat in the recliner with Kailyn in my lap try to entertain her with as little energy as possible, then I called Chad and asked him if he could come home early. Thankfully he got home an hour early and was able to take over in the parenting department for a little while. I do not see how other mother take care of children while having a 102 fever, it just seems impossible to me. so heres to the mothers that take care of themselves and still have the energy to take care of their children.

Just a mom?

I found this and it cracked me up.

A woman, renewing her driver's license at the County Clerk 's office,
was asked by the woman recorder to state her occupation.

She hesitated, uncertain how to classify herself..

'What I mean is, ' explained the recorder,
'do you have a job or are you just a ..?'

'Of course I have a job,' snapped the woman.

'I'm a Mom.'

'We don't list 'Mom' as an occupation,
'housewife' covers it,'
Said the recorder emphatically.


I forgot all about her story until one day I found myself

in the same situation, this time at our own Town Hall.
The Clerk was obviously a career woman, poised,
efficient, and possessed of a high sounding title like,
'Official Interrogator' or 'Town Registrar.'

'What is your occupation?' she probed.

What made me say it? I do not know.
The words simply popped out.
'I'm a Research Associate in the field of
Child Development and Human Relations.'

The clerk paused, ball-point pen frozen in m midair and
looked up as though she had not heard right.

I repeated the title slowly emphasizing the most significant words..
Then I stared with wonder as my pronouncement was written,
in bold, black ink on the official questionnaire.

'Might I ask,' said the clerk with new interest,
'just what you do in your field?'

Coolly, without any trace of fluster in my voice,
I heard myself reply,
'I have a continuing program of research,
(what mother doesn't)
In the laboratory and in the field,
(normally I would have said indoors and out).
I'm working for my Masters, (first the Lord and then the whole family)
and already have four credits (all daughters).
Of course, the job is one of the most demanding in the humanities,
(any mother care to disagree?)
and I often work 14 hours a day, (24 is more like it).
But the job is more challenging than most run-of-the-mill careers

and the rewards are more of a satisfaction rather than just money.'

There was an increasing note of respect in the clerk's voice as she
completed the form, stood up, and personally ushered me to the door.

As I drove into our driveway, buoyed up by my glamorous new career,
I was greeted by my lab assistants -- ages 13, 7, and 3.
Upstairs I could hear our new experimental model,
(a 6 month old baby) in the child development program,
testing out a new vocal pattern.
I felt I had scored a beat on bureaucracy!
And I had gone on the official records as someone more

distinguished and indispensable to mankind than 'just another Mom.'

Motherhood!

What a glorious career!
Especially when there's a title on the door.


Does this make grandmothers
'Senior Research associates in the field of Child Development and Human Relations'
And great grandmothers
'Executive Senior Research Associates?'
I think so!!!
I also think it makes Aunts '

Associate Research Assistants.'

Love

Yesterday, I was sitting on the recliner trying to think about what to make for dinner when Chad walked in. In my normal way lately, I was so focused on other things that I didn't pay him much attention, or the amount that he deserves. Anyways, He got my attention and I turn around and he is standing there with a dozen red roses and a card. I open the card and it is one of those musical one and it plays one of my favorite Righteous Brothers songs (most people have no idea who the righteous brothers are and if you don't know you should listen to them "Unchained Melody." Lately I have been so busy with everything else I have to do that I forget to really appreciate my husband who goes to work everyday so I can stay home and take care of Kailyn and loves me enough to bring me flowers.

Church

Kailyn's favorite thing is to get dressed in tights and a dress and a pair of shoes for church. But Sundays are a rough day because everyone wants to hold her (which nobody gets to) and a nap is hard to get. So to speak there is no schedule on a Sunday.


I have yet to leave my Kailyn in the nursery. The level of care that i would like for my baby i just not there. They will just lay her on the floor and shove her pacifier in her mouth. Yes, Kailyn does use a pacifier, but not all the time just when she is tired. I take it out of her mouth so she can communicate. I have seen the ladies in the nursery shove a pacifier in the mouth of a baby that was perfectly happy. I do listen to the preaching via the speaker in the nursery, but I am in no hurry to leave the most precious thing to me in a room with caregivers that I am not completely comfortable with.

Luck

Today I was faced with the comment that Kailyn was lucky to have me. I sat and thought about it a little bit and realized I am the lucky (blessed) one. Alot of people say that after they have a child they do not remember not having one. I have to say I always thought that these people were blowing smoke, but after the last 6 weeks I can honestly say that i would never go back to not having my beautiful Kailyn even with the dirty diapers, late night feedings, and her being a grump some days. As soon as she looks at me with those deep blue eyes and smiles at me, I forget the fact that I smell of spit up and my house is a mess because she decided she didn't want to be put down. Even right now as she is sleeping, I look at her and think why did God bless me with such a wonderful gift.