Sunshine!!

Ok, the sun came out yesterday at around noon and has not stopped shining since... what a beautiful sight it is! Of course I'm scared to death to go out in it without spf 100 on my body, but what a beautiful afternoon we had yesterday and a beautiful day so far today!
We are now down to 8 more nights alone... 4 nights have passed and last night I think I was so exhausted from the previous 3 not so good sleeping nights, I slept fairly well... I didn't lay there jumping to conclusions that there was a murderer/rapist/psycho hiding outside my bedroom door (we have a door to the outside in our bedroom)... I actually fell right to sleep and slept a pretty long time... I can also chalk it up to my maniac mowing spree I went on after I put Mary to bed at 7:00pm last night... I knew my daylight was limited, so you should have seen me... I have a self propelled mower, which the verdict is still out on whether I like them or not, and I was huffin' and puffin' across the front pasture (oops, I mean yard). The bermuda grass grows so thick that it's a pain in the rear end to cut it weekly, let alone 2 weeks after a mow and 6 days of rain...
But I did it... it's mowed and I even had enough time left to mow the back yard, which I never do such a hot job on anyway because there's rocks and sticks in various hiding places throughout the yard, so I mow like I'm walking on eggshells... doesn't make for a good cut, let me tell you... But it's done for this week and if I play my cards right, it won't have to be mowed until Ricky returns next Friday...
So this morning I vowed to remain calm with the kids, because when Ricky is out of town I tend to get a little more impatient, a little more vocal, and a little more angry... And I did this because in my Consumer Reports Health magazine it said that the more anger you have, the more damage it does to your heart... well good grief, if skin cancer doesn't kill me, than my anger will... I have a tendency to get angry and mostly angry at myself and to myself and than I tell Ricky all about it, but occasionally (again, remember an earlier post about willingness to admit quirks...) I have a tendency to get a little angry with my children especially (MOST ESPECIALLY) when Ricky is out of town... So I woke up and took a shower and got ready for school because remember, I'm in charge of teacher appreciation this week, and today the children were to bring flowers for their teachers and I wanted to make sure the mom that was helping out, had some extra help, so I was all dressed and ready and sweet little Em comes in and says, "ummm, sorry to bother you, but G went poop." That was just too cute, and of course, G is only 3 and I don't allow her to wipe herself yet... maybe when she's 12... but I told her thank you and to go and tell little G that I would be right there as soon as I finished dressing... I went into the bedroom and they were all up and I sweetly asked them to get dressed.
JT comes up to me, now mind you, last night I had asked him to please start acting like the big boy that God made him to be and the big boy that daddy asked to be the 'man of the house' while he was gone... he comes up to me and says, "I don't feel like I'm a big boy."
Great... Now, I don't consider myself an expert in anything... not even children, not even giving birth, and I've done that a lot more times then most, but I do consider myself somewhat knowledgeable on the child age birth through age 8... now big G is nine, we're treading on new territory and I'll be the first to admit, I don't know much about 9 year olds and up AT ALL...
So when I say that my son is 1)extremely young, his birthday this past year was the first day of school (and the BIRTH day of little ME), so he is a young 2nd grader 2)extremely immature by most standards... I'm not saying it to be mean or ugly, or make fun of him.. These are the facts.. I have taught enough 2nd graders to know that my son is young and extremely immature... so when he comes up to me and tells me he doesn't feel like a big boy... he probably doesn't! But I calmly said, "Well, that's tough, because that's what God has made you to be." And he looked at me and said, "ok".
Anyway, we got to school, passed out some really pretty flowers to the teachers and I even made it to my moms group which was nice because it was the brunch and last meeting...
I now must get through the next 24 hours and I will be home free with the whole teacher appreciation pressure...
Hopefully i will remain calm the rest of the day... my poor heart needs a break!
God bless....