I got up at 5:22 A.M. to feed the little piggy and as he gulped down his early breakfast, I kept thinking about my warm bed with flannel sheets waiting for me as soon as little the oinker was done. But then I remembered Joey is having surgery right now, and I have to drop Ethan off at Grandmas and then pick Joey up at the hospital by eight A.M. So I had to stay up.
I hopped in the shower to wake up, and I couldn't help but think about the Schneider Days, when I would get up at 4:20 A.M. and usually doze on and off, standing there with the hot water running all over me. Crazily, I had feelings of longing for those days again.
What I miss about Schneider is the recognition, the pats on the back. That job was all about competition, and if you did well, you felt like you won, everyday.
Those days are long gone, for better or for worse, and I would be better off if I let that era of my life go, and focus on right now: being the best mom I can be, the best preschool teacher, the best wife. There's a lot of good stuff going on there, like Ethan's cow costume we bought for the Harvest Festival.
It's too small, gives him the most painful looking permanent wedgie, has stuffing in the hips and butt that make him look like forty something obese woman, and he loves it. Wants to sleep in it. Wear it to church. To Costco. Everywhere. It's been a wonderful disciplinary tool, as in "Ethan, you must put your socks on or the cow is gone--" I've never seen someone put their socks on so fast.
I'll post pictures soon.
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