Wednesday, April 19, 2006
Well guess what?
In two minutes, the Door Man will be running around the church sanctuary with the rest of his class, hunting for plastic Easter eggs. Do I feel guilty that this is his last hunt and I won't be there to witness it? Some, but not enough to throw the Monkey in the car to run over there to watch. I was at EVERY one of Queen Bee's events at this school. For the Door Man, not so many. But isn't that expected treatment for a middle child? I think so. I think there is some scientific evidence that backs this up. If you are the middle child, you will have to suffer through many heartaches, including the fact that your mother is too lazy to go watch you run around, looking for those little eggs.
I won't miss his graduation, and I will be going into his class on Friday to read a book to them. I will let the Man pick it out on his own.
Well, Nana has emerged with the Monkey, who bumped her head. Nana automatically ran to the freezer ... typical. She is like worst case scenario.
I'm a mom of three peeps ... Queen Bee, The Door Man, and the Chandelier Monkey, and wife to Ace, the Helpful Hardware Man. I created this space to get away from the people known as my inlaws, and because life with three kids and a hubby is all Unexplored Territory.