tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329674062024-02-28T09:46:12.730-06:00Limes, Lemons and Beautiful YarnI'm a mother (by choice, by chance, by the seat of my pants) of three great kids (3 yr girl- Early Bird, 6 yr girl- Mealyworm, &; 8 yr boy- Bug), I'm a wife (slave/queen, depends on the day) to T-Dad, and I'm also a... weight watcher (kind of), librarian (by credentials), reader/multi-tasker (unabridged audio recordings and chores, a delightful duo), camper (not often enough), relaxer (regularly and often), napper (as much as possible, never enough)...Lavender Lemonadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17341721408895260805noreply@blogger.comBlogger158125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32967406.post-23632378192561561582021-04-26T11:23:00.004-05:002021-04-26T11:44:19.331-05:00What time is it where my friends and family are?<p> </p>
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Lavender Lemonadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17341721408895260805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32967406.post-9433898231997241102021-04-26T09:39:00.011-05:002021-04-26T09:49:11.224-05:00End of School Year '20-'21<p><span style="background-color: #d9ead3; color: #274e13; font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> This horrible, awful, no good, very bad year of school ends in...</span></p>
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me a little surprised and said in hoarse whisper, "Mom, it hurts. Put
my tonsils back in." Awwww, poor little cutie. But she's hanging in
there. She loves orange Popsicles.<br />
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Lavender Lemonadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17341721408895260805noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32967406.post-70411701002844786642013-12-04T12:26:00.000-06:002014-11-18T12:37:33.878-06:00Merry Christmas<br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Seriously, someone posted this on Facebook and it has actually been "shared" 5,500+ times...gag me with a spoon.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I can think of a thousand ways to finish this statement better than the one in the picture.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Here's the first 10 in no particular order:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">If we don't teach our children to follow Christ....</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">#1 they can make the choice that is right for them when they are ready.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">#2 they may choose to act kindly for no better reason than because it makes them feel good.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">#3 our children may grow up to decide for themselves what fills them spiritually.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">#4 they may choose to follow Buddha, or become Muslim, or practice Wicca, or "practice" no formal religion whatsoever and still lead healthy spiritual lives.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">#5 when they lay down to sleep at night, instead of reciting a rote memory bible verse, they may actually reflect upon the day and share hopes for tomorrow.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">#6 our children may thank us later.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">#7 they might discover it themselves when they are actually interested.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">#8 we open up their opportunities to discover new religions.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">#9 we give them the respect to define their own path.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">#10 we avoid feeding them a lot of bullshit.</span>Lavender Lemonadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17341721408895260805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32967406.post-21137133808907808582013-11-25T14:39:00.000-06:002013-11-25T14:39:04.713-06:00The Orange Rhinopanda. sweet panda is learning how to react. how to anticipate. how to predict the outcome. but she is often surprised by my response. and her tears come and her strong little person voice comes out and says..."i didn't know that would make you mad". "please don't yell mommy, i did not know that". whether it is playing with my makeup in the bathroom, spilling water all over the floor in the kitchen and just walking away, throwing "the family owls" down the front steps and leaving them, etc. her innocence is pure. yes, she should know better in some of these cases but what strikes me most right now...is her honesty in sharing "i didn't know that would make you mad, mommy". she is trying to figure it all out. figure out how to "do the right thing" and every once and a while she totally nails it....but most of the time, she still experimenting with how her actions result in reactions from the people around her...her brother, sister, her mom, her dad, the cats, etc. <br />
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for my part, i wish i didn't yell. i hate the rush of anger that engulfs me and ruins me. ruins the mom i wish i could be, ruins the reasonable me, the mom who uses each transgression as a lesson in life. an explanation of how the choices we make result in consequences. some to our liking, some to others liking. but most of them to no one's liking. <br />
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<a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/the-orange-rhino/10-things-i-learned-when-i-stopped-yelling_b_2886161.html" target="_blank">The Orange Rhino</a>. can i do what this mom did? can i commit to not yelling for 365 days? what kind of person would i be on the other end of that? would i find more peace within myself? or would i just spontaneously combust or implode? can i be that strong, and strict with myself (o' little me with my weak discipline and loyalty)?<br />
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i'm going to do it. when the red hot anger comes to envelope me and i want to blow my top like a mad hatter's tea pot. i will resist. i will be stronger than that. why? because yelling sucks. yelling hurts. yelling fills my kids, my husband and me with shame and saddness. they don't deserve that and it doesn't teach them what ultimately i'm wanting them to know. to know that life is hard, bad things happen, but we can persevere with our dignity in tact, with kindness in our hearts and our actions truly can all come from a place of love.<br />
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So here begins DAY 1 of No Yelling.Lavender Lemonadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17341721408895260805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32967406.post-91585816358808475762013-09-28T12:32:00.000-05:002014-11-18T12:36:47.118-06:00Cuddly When SickPanda is pukey sick. Why are they so cute when they are sick?<br />
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Lavender Lemonadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17341721408895260805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32967406.post-71466522254686225672013-09-09T15:38:00.002-05:002013-09-09T15:39:53.725-05:00Just keep swimming<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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<br />Lavender Lemonadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17341721408895260805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32967406.post-83501373442559735152013-08-26T12:35:00.000-05:002014-11-18T14:55:07.465-06:00Mealyworm is Not herself<div class="_5pbx userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}">
August 23, 2013<br />
Amelia is stumbling a lot and not very coordinated. She has trouble writing her name and sentences. I made an appointment to see a Pediatrician. He did several "tests" in the office....stand on one foot and touch your nose, walk in a line, answer these questions "how is milk different from water?" and "what is the difference between a cat and a dog?". Amelia had some trouble with those, not easily giving the answers as if it was a really tricky question. So the Dr. said she has "ataxia" and we should wait and see if it gets worse. We have an another appt. for 2 wks from today.She and I attended the Welcome Back Students event at the College of Education, and Amelia fell down twice just walking on the sidewalk. She is clearly not herself. She is kind of spacey and not really focusing on what she's doing. For dinner, the whole family went to Denny's and just getting in and out of the car is a challenge. I asked Matthew to help her walk and hold her hand so she didn't fall. Then in the restaurant, Amelia ordered Spaghetti. And watching her try to eat spaghetti with limited coordination was like a flashback to when she was 3 year old! <br />
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August 24, 2013<br />
So all day I have been watching Amelia and worried. The Dr. said it will take some time to get over but he also said if it gets worse to call. So I called the "on-call" pediatrician and they said, "Is it getting worse?"...well, that's hard to say. She is definitely NOT getting better. How long do I watch my healthy, smart, coordinated 7-year-old deteriorate before I say, "ENOUGH!". Eventually, the on-call doc recommended we go to Carle Hospital Emergency Care because they have an MRI and a neurologist on-call. So headed off to the ER.<br />
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August 25, 2013<br />
Whew,
what a night. Amelia was a trooper when they installed the IV, now we
are waiting for the MRI and a neurology consult. Very strange, she's
been stumbling and slurring her words...and for the record, she hasn't
been to any college parties.<br />
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<span class="userContentSecondary _c24">Rough weekend with my 7 year old daughter in the hospital, suffering
from ataxia (stumbling/falling when walking, slurred speech, fine motor
skill difficulties, slow mental processing). CT and MRI scans were
clear, but no real answers to her condition. Hoping Monday, a pediatric
neuro consult, and more tests will bring some answers and a start down
the road to recovery. I will say she has been a trooper, as has <a class="profileLink" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=1669680082" href="https://www.facebook.com/sarahroll">Sarah Isaacs</a>,
who has been with her every moment since being admitted Saturday
evening (and who went a little medieval on the poor nurse and doctor
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post-strep infection in her brain. We have had a scary few days but
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Lavender Lemonadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17341721408895260805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32967406.post-88611723108920437922013-07-08T12:47:00.000-05:002014-11-18T12:48:26.034-06:00Columbia HouseI honestly don't remember how or why or when...but when I was in middle school, I started subscribing to Rolling Stone magazine. The REAL Rolling Stone magazine...you know, when it was big and awkward and floppy. I received an education from that subscription. I learned about music, the world and life in those pages. And I joined Columbia House. Of course we are talking about cassette tapes back then. I have such fond memories of received that first shipment of 15 cassettes. To my recollection I join and re-joined several times in order to received the "free 15" or whatever. Some of the cassettes on my very first order were:<br />
Midnight Oil - Blue Sky Mining<br />
R.E.M.<br />
New Order <br />
Tori Amos -<br />
Hothouse Flowers-<br />
U2<br />
Depeche Mode<br />
Erasure <br />
Neil Young<br />
The Sundays<br />
E.L.O. Lavender Lemonadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17341721408895260805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32967406.post-18715963867009666052012-12-07T23:48:00.002-06:002012-12-08T00:07:33.763-06:00The Annual Christmas Present Dilemma<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The children have written their wish lists for Santa. And of course, I am left with the debate...to buy or not to buy. I want to encourage the belief that Santa is "alive and watching and listening to your requests" but the carefully kid-printed/misspelled items on the lists are usually too expensive, complete crap or simply not possible.<br />
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Bug's "Dear Santa" list- (please note all items include a hand-drawn representation)<br />
Walkie-Talkie set that can talk up to 20 feet<br />
Basketball Hoop that can hang on the wall<br />
Big Angry Bird pillow (space pig) - <br />
Air Hockey table<br />
Spy net Video Glasses<br />
Night sight goggles<br />
A rock kit<br />
Zipline for my backyard<br />
(Also included: Are you real? circle one YES or NO)<br />
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Mealyworm's "Dear Santa" list-<br />
Camera<br />
Barbie<br />
MP3 Player<br />
iPad <br />
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Early Bird's "Dear Santa" list-<br />
rocking horse <br />
baby play set<br />
dog vet kit<br />
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Ultimately, it probably comes down to my failings as a mother. I should probably be guiding the Santa lists more....steering the children to items I actually want to buy them. But isn't it more fun to sit in front of the Black Friday ads and pick all the things you'd love to have? I don't know, I try to be a conscientious-minded parent, teaching the "what's really important" lessons...but in my heart of hearts sometimes I like to provide my kids with experiences I always wish I had growing up.Lavender Lemonadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17341721408895260805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32967406.post-43648932961286982312012-12-04T22:48:00.004-06:002012-12-08T00:07:01.366-06:00My addictive personality<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So I managed to watch 3 and half seasons of The Vampire Diaries in my non-existent spare time over the last couple of weeks. I watched episode after episode on Netflix until the current season and then scoured the CW website and internet black market for the new stuff. Its official, I'm totally obsessed.<br />
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This is why I can't keep White-out and those thick black permanent markers in the house. <br />
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Lavender Lemonadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17341721408895260805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32967406.post-27842581788610569792012-09-03T22:59:00.000-05:002012-12-08T00:05:33.322-06:00Time for a dog?Thinking about a dog....wouldn't all the extra walking be great for my exercise routine! <br />
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<a href="http://www.cuhumane.org/">Champaign County Humane Society</a>Lavender Lemonadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17341721408895260805noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32967406.post-65971534162720854982012-07-26T22:54:00.000-05:002012-12-08T00:04:49.920-06:00Unfuck Your Habitat<br />
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My new favorite kick ass organize your shit website. Check it Ow-out.Lavender Lemonadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17341721408895260805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32967406.post-60378855047233290202012-06-25T22:44:00.000-05:002012-07-10T22:47:12.253-05:00Garden Update<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My squash/pumpkins are growing!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The cats are doing a great job of keeping the rabbits from getting to close to the garden.</td></tr>
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Watering and weeding isn't such a bad thing to do on a nice summer evening. The kids are really enjoying helping me with the garden and are eagerly awaiting "their pumpkins". HA!Lavender Lemonadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17341721408895260805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32967406.post-28476147940761420372012-05-24T22:19:00.000-05:002012-07-10T22:20:54.077-05:00My GardenSo I planted a garden this year! I am really excited about it. I bought seeds and "starter plants". It is doing really well. Here are some pics<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is the whole garden - small but mighty! I've got tomatoes, carrots, radishes, peppers, zucchini, corn, strawberries, cucumbers, melons, pumpkins and more!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is my squash section...Row 1 Pumpkins, Row 2 Melons, Row 3 Cantaloupe, Row 4 Watermelon, Row 5 Summer Squash</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Orlando is laying on Matthew's Strawberry Plant and near Amelia's Cucumber plant</td></tr>
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Okay so I read this blog post...and became inspired.
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My cats just waiting to come inside....aren't they adorable....and my cute $5 Valentines clearance wreath, oh and the leftover Christmas window clings....now, its not so cute.Lavender Lemonadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17341721408895260805noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32967406.post-49906455189721353202012-01-24T20:24:00.000-06:002012-01-24T20:24:18.067-06:00I need to vent.Early Bird is screaming in her bed. Its actually an improvement....that's how bad her bedtime routine has been lately. Usually she is up and out of her bed no less than ten times a night. It has to stop....so the fact that she is in her bed screaming is theoretically a step in the right direction.<br />
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Mealyworm cried when I tucked her in tonight. Crying because she has to go to school tomorrow. She says her teacher is mean and yells at the class. Tells her to "put her hand down" in a mean voice. :( That's horrible to hear and makes a mom's heart ache. Mealyworm says that she doesn't like like learning and sitting still. She says that she doesn't have anyone to play with at recess. Its so painful....I want my babies to be happy. Always. But I'm hoping this is just a bad week...she's been home sick the last two days and so she's been in the "home cocoon"....maybe tomorrow something wonderful will happy for her. I hope so.<br />
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Working 8-5pm sucks. I knew that going in....but its a reality again. The great thing about working nights was that I got to pick my kids up at 3pm. They liked it so much better, and so did I. But now they have an extra 2.5 hrs of afterschool care which honestly just drags a bad day out even longer. :(<br />
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Aargh. There are no easy answers.Lavender Lemonadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17341721408895260805noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32967406.post-41364064215786087472011-12-12T03:16:00.001-06:002011-12-12T03:19:29.728-06:00Rolling Stone MagazineSeeing a post on Facebook tonight referencing a Tori Amos song from the 90s led me on a stroll down memory lane...<br />
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In Junior High I had an awesome Social Studies teacher, Mr. K. He taught us about apartheid. He showed us the U2 - Rattle and Hum video documentary. He showed us the movie, The Killing Fields. He played blues music for us. He opened my mind. <br />
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I started subscribing to Rolling Stone Magazine in 8th grade. After my subscription to Thrasher ran out. The REAL Rolling Stone magazine...you know, when it was big and awkward and floppy. I received an education from that subscription. I learned about music, the world and life in those pages.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic7j6V4WqgZxdLCPJrFeM7-usfJDRQHR7_e2Pah2iAQJQZVJl8raBElABZ1KYkJFGoLx3tgHU_qh7IHVdRhZk0fRc8qsLY334GNxOzCCZJcslGJBDcOPnO2DpUDtkteBevc617/s1600/andrew-macpherson-bono-rolling-stone-no-651-march-4-1993.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="160" width="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic7j6V4WqgZxdLCPJrFeM7-usfJDRQHR7_e2Pah2iAQJQZVJl8raBElABZ1KYkJFGoLx3tgHU_qh7IHVdRhZk0fRc8qsLY334GNxOzCCZJcslGJBDcOPnO2DpUDtkteBevc617/s200/andrew-macpherson-bono-rolling-stone-no-651-march-4-1993.jpg" /></a></div>I continued to subscribe year after year with my birthday money or saved up allowance. Between that and my annual contributions to Greenpeace and WWF, my spending cash took a major hit until started working at Edward's Apple Orchard and then Ambrogio's Pizzeria. Ahhh, Ambrogio's such good times. But that's another story. Subscribing to Rolling Stone led me to...Columbia House. You know the total con of "free" and we'll send out a card each month and all you have to do is say NO you don't want the "monthly selection". Of course we are talking about cassette tapes back then. I have such fond memories of received that first shipment of 15 cassettes. To my recollection I join and re-joined several times in order to received the "free 15" or whatever. Some of the cassettes on my very first order were:<br />
Midnight Oil - Blue Sky Mining<br />
Tori Amos - Under the Pink<br />
Erasure - <br />
Hothouse Flowers -Lavender Lemonadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17341721408895260805noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32967406.post-61392232725282323552011-09-21T02:17:00.000-05:002011-09-21T02:17:58.338-05:00Fall PrayerThis was the "Opening Prayer" we read in unison last Sunday....I thought it was beautiful:<br />
O God, this is a month of changes. We can feel it in the cooler air, the drop in humidity, the grey skies.<br />
Some of us found our way back to school in this season, and we all want to learn. Let us all grow in wisdom and maturity.<br />
Some of us are watching the harvest begin, while the gardens of others among us produce less and less. Let all our hearts produce love and kindness.<br />
Many of us are leaving vacations behind, but God, you can keep our lives renewed by filling us with your joy and your rest.<br />
Creative God, every year the world spins through its seasons and every year brings troubles. Steady and soothe your earth that its changes may be good changes and its struggles end in peace.<br />
Loving God, who without change remains our steadfast friend, watch over the changes in our lives. May we stretch and grow but always and ever remain yours, in Christ. Amen.Lavender Lemonadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17341721408895260805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32967406.post-34873216087618716672011-09-13T02:31:00.000-05:002011-09-13T02:31:42.863-05:00Espresso Shot #132I actually like working this shift. I mean seriously, its great. This post may sound like I'm high on life and drinking WAY too much coffee, but hell....that's all true. <br />
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Here's my top 10 list why working from 11:30pm until 7:30am on campus rocks:<br />
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#10 Getting up from my late-evening nap and heading out just as my husband hits the hay.....no more "I have a headache tonight". ;)<br />
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#9 Drinking a triple-shot Coconut Cappuccino at 1am and actually enjoying every sip.<br />
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#8 People watching the Undergrads is actually a trip in and of itself, especially at these hours.<br />
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#7 I feel very productive if I do ANYTHING at all while everybody else is sleeping.<br />
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#6 Coming home to my cute kids who are all ready for school and EXCITED to see me.<br />
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#5 Hugs & Kisses along with well-wishes for a great day go out to my little one and T-Dad and then they pull out.<br />
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#4 Walking my big kids leisurely to our neighborhood school and hearing about their dreams, ideas, plans for the day.<br />
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#3 Walking home and eating breakfast and crashing in my dark, cool bedroom...alone.<br />
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#2 Waking up, checking the clock...and going back to sleep...in the cool, dark bedroom...alone.<br />
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#1 Having the late-afternoon and evening with my family, after a not-so-hard day of napping.Lavender Lemonadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17341721408895260805noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32967406.post-12876273854909565942011-08-23T13:34:00.001-05:002011-09-13T02:33:28.937-05:00Night 1So I have my first night under my belt. <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shift_work">Working the 3rd shift</a> is like learning a foreign language. Not the actual work, it the understanding your body's internal processes (processi,pl?) I tried to sleep for a few hours before I went in and that only worked moderately well. I felt pretty good for the "busy" part of the night at work. But as the inevitable lull hit I started yawning more and more. And honestly, the 5am-7:30am part of my shift was the hardest. Seeing the sun start to brighten up the night sky around 6am was nice because it meant I was getting closer to the end of shift...but keeping my lids open was brutal. And the last hour is a partial blur, I know I didn't accomplish much. Thank goodness T-Dad went into work late today and was able to take the kiddos to school and the dentist (bad timing on that appt.) because I walked into the house and straight to my bed. I'm too old to pull all-nighters...but I guess that's gotta change.Lavender Lemonadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17341721408895260805noreply@blogger.com1