TESTIFY!

Today's comments by Shelby are one of the reasons I have this blog. So I don't forget the little things they say in the middle of the day that maybe aren't 'monumental' conversations, but hilarious nonetheless.
Mornings are really slow for Shelby (yes...she's like her mom in this regard). Eyes half open. Hair a mess. Talks at half-speed. This morning, she slumbered in my bathroom and noticed my hair looked different. Nothing drastic, but it's like her to notice. (My bangs I've been growing out were beyond irritating me so what's a girl to do? Yep...trim 'em right there on the spot.). So she comes in, groggily starts to ask something about her field trip then says, "Hey...you grew your bangs out last night. Good. I like 'em that way.". You know...'cuz when I need more hair, I just pull on it overnight and BAM...new bangs.

Then on the way to school, I tell her to have a great time on her field trip and it turns into:

Shelby: You know we leave the school, right?

Me: Yes. That's why it's called a field trip.

Shelby: Well I knew that, but I wasn't sure you did.

Me: Yep. I knew that.

Shelby: I just wasn't sure because you said to 'have fun' and I just thought 'well of course I'm gonna have fun...I get to leave school. Maybe mom doesn't get it.'


Then tonight:

Shelby: Mom...have you ever been in love?

Me: Of course! Why?

Shelby: I was just wondering. Did you fake it?

Me: What?! No! You don't fake love.

Shelby: Good. 'Cuz romance...well...it's amazing.

Me: Yeeeeeeahhhhh.....I'd agree with that. Who are you being romantic with?

Shelby: MOM! That's personal!


I gotta say...I don't know where she got that but I'm sure glad she believes in it.

LET IT GO

Just another reason to love the Zac Brown Band.

You keep your heart above your head and your eyes wide open.
So this world can't find a way to leave you cold.
And know you're not the only ship out on the ocean.
Save your strength for things that you can change.
Forgive the ones you can't,
You gotta let 'em go.

A LESSON IN FISHING

Once upon a time, there was a little boy.

One day, he decided to go fishing. His dad agreed to take him and show him how to land a big one. He was a little scared, but mostly excited... and off they went.

He learned how to bait a hook. He learned how to cast. And he learned how to be patient. He sat and watched the familiar red-and-white bobber as it beckoned to the fish below.

Finally, it plunged under the water and his heart began to pound. He rapidly wound the reel. Fingers slipping in the excitement. But he did it. He landed the fish.

It was a small sand bass about the size of his hand and he loved it. He exhumed with pride. His hard work proved successful.

"Great job. Now throw it back. There are better and bigger fish down there. That one still has some growing to do. You can do better than that," his dad advised.

Reluctantly, he tossed back the fish. He was unsure about why he spent all that time and energy catching it, only to throw it back. But respectfully obeyed.

Again, he went through the motions of catching another fish.

Again he reeled in another one. Again he was told he could do better and to toss it back.

At the end of the day, the bucket was full of what he thought was similarly sized fish as the very first one he caught and the insightful boy questioned his dad.

"Dad. I don't get it. These all look pretty close to the first one I caught. Why did I have to throw it back?" he asked.

"Well, I was really hoping you'd do better and didn't want you to be disappointed," explained his dad.

The boy thought for a minute then he said, "Why would I have been disappointed? I did everything you told me to do to land it. I listened. I was patient. I think the first fish was fine. In fact, I think it was the one I was most proud of catching."

See? I get it...

But do you?

YOU'RE KIDDING ME

Three days and a running total of about 10 hours sleep. Including only two last night.

After picking the kiddos up from school, they went to their respective rooms to decompress after a hard day's work (ha!) and I reclined on the couch, terrace door open, breeze blowing and decided, "Yep...it's nap time."

Then Scout decided she simply *had* to go to the dog park. I get back up. Put my shoes back on. Take her over there *again* and walk over to the bench under the large oak tree to sit and watch her frolic. I finally just resign to the fact this dog has taken away my plans to nap and I'll just relax in the sunlight breaking through the branches holding the remaining leaves of the season.

Then it happens.

OUCH!!!!! What the....???!!!

A wasp. That's right. I sat on a wasp.

That was about two hours ago and people...it STILL hurts. Now someone actually called me a "whiner" about this to which I answer, "Then you sit on a da*n wasp and see how it feels, Nancy!".

'Cuz wowzers...the back of my left leg is none too happy.

No nap. No relaxing. Getting really nervous I'm so incredibly tired I actually won't be able to fall asleep tonight. You do that, don't you? Get so tired you can't sleep. Then start watching the clock. Anticipating insomnia taking over. Anxiety sets in.

Is it me or do I perpetuate this behavior?

Nevermind. Don't answer that.

Melatonin...you are in my near future. xoxoxo