tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156884172177070580.post5471433319584866221..comments2023-05-09T03:21:26.861-06:00Comments on LuLu: In which I lose my balance--and get right back up on the beamRaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05496860234400536830noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156884172177070580.post-90879376740372765082010-01-13T12:34:53.589-07:002010-01-13T12:34:53.589-07:00He wasn't alone. Mrs Bryner was with him and I...He wasn't alone. Mrs Bryner was with him and I called and said I was on my way. He was fine. YOU were the one I was worried about. The hug you gave him made me think there had been an Amber Alert out. ;) I was just going to pick him up but thought I should let you know first. It's ok. Really. You have to forgive yourself!Sarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11742197630363973158noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156884172177070580.post-22490817450979649092010-01-09T12:27:52.975-07:002010-01-09T12:27:52.975-07:00Aww, I love you Rae. If it makes you feel better, ...Aww, I love you Rae. If it makes you feel better, I've been a napoholic the last month or two. And I'm not even pregnant (dumbest period EVER is proving it better than the test I took). I always feel embarrassed/guilty when I wake up, too, like I've been absent from the world and left Ender to fend for himself (or be taken care of by everyone else, which makes me feel a little worse...). <br />I can remember a few times when Mom was late to pick me up when I was a kid. Nothing specific, but I never worried too badly. If I was scared for her (HER, not me), I prayed. And that always helped. <br />I imagine Reed would approach things at least in a similar way. I don't think kids worry in the same ways we do. And when they worry, they do something about it (generally). <br />I love you. I miss you. I wish I could have been with you...just for the sake of being with you.Qaithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07090577030703367345noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156884172177070580.post-91893625854908041992010-01-08T22:37:42.192-07:002010-01-08T22:37:42.192-07:00When I was late picking Zoie (and the three other ...When I was late picking Zoie (and the three other kids I volunteered to pick up) on an early out day, the teacher told me it happens all the time on early out. <br /><br />Does anyone like early out? Seems like a great way to mess with mom's minds.Andreahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18337786952098547265noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156884172177070580.post-29733144991645103142010-01-08T20:00:11.217-07:002010-01-08T20:00:11.217-07:00My version....
Drop kids off at school.
Go out t...My version....<br />Drop kids off at school. <br />Go out to lunch with old friends.<br />Proceed to run all of my weeks errands.<br />Return home at 3, proud at all I had accomplished while the kids were at school. <br />Only to find that my kids had come home to a LOCKED house! They went to the Mcfadden's and played.<br />This ranked right up there with..locking my toddler and KEYS in the car or dropping my 1 week old on the floor due to exhaustion.<br />You are a great Mom.Josh and Michelehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08153594356673962514noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156884172177070580.post-58578530825867946662010-01-08T17:52:12.318-07:002010-01-08T17:52:12.318-07:00You're not the only one. One time I was suppos...You're not the only one. One time I was supposed to volunteer in Kylee's pre-school class at another school down the street from Madelyn's Kindergarten, but since Madelyn's class starts a 1/2 an hour earlier than Kylee's, she also gets out earlier. Well, I for got to tell my mother-in-law to pick up Madelyn at 11:05 because I wouldn't be done volunteering until 11:35 and I wouldn't be home until quarter to 12:00. So, poor Madelyn waited for me for over a 1/2 hour until I was out and it dawned on me that she hadn't been picked up! I ran over there at 15 to 12:00 (now she'd been waiting almost 45 minutes). They had taken her to the office and were trying to find my phone number in the file, but somehow that wasn't there too, though I know I'd filled one out and turned it in. I looked so silly in front of the office aid and Madelyn. She was okay, but just a little annoyed with me. Uggh!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15470935159950742617noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156884172177070580.post-44849420021535168212010-01-08T17:44:18.727-07:002010-01-08T17:44:18.727-07:00All I feel like writing it :) or maybe ;) Don'...All I feel like writing it :) or maybe ;) Don't worry, we've all been there...Kristyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00095432127611722074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156884172177070580.post-8417025483491539532010-01-08T17:24:18.120-07:002010-01-08T17:24:18.120-07:00You are a sweet mom. Your children will NEVER for...You are a sweet mom. Your children will NEVER forget your kindness! I'm sure Reed will suppress this one anyway. J/K.<br /><br />Miss you. <br /><br />P.S. I always think of you whenever I pass a shabby chic place, like a barn door or a cool wall. You can make any old thing look awesome!Kellyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02735499736746855183noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156884172177070580.post-22140078625876261022010-01-08T16:31:00.009-07:002010-01-08T16:31:00.009-07:00I LOATHE early out. I need things to be the same ...I LOATHE early out. I need things to be the same every day or I can't remember to do them. I won't tell you how many times I forgot about it. I was so happy last year that my kids could just walk home by themselves. Sometimes I was surprised, but at least I wasn't the forgetful parent to the school administration anymore. :)<br /><br />And don't give up pillow talk. That's the best kind. Being tired the next day is worth it sometimes.Lara Neveshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08351324888724799014noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156884172177070580.post-46987377235600791282010-01-08T16:29:53.744-07:002010-01-08T16:29:53.744-07:00I didn't mean worse things coming from you i m...I didn't mean worse things coming from you i meant there are thousands of wonderful moms that lose their child in the store, forget them at a gas station. you know, i'm sure you've heard stories like that. Reed will be laughing about this when he's older. remember mom when you fell asleep and forgot to get me from school. lol its no biggie!Shayanne Snodgresshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15455495547586140195noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6156884172177070580.post-42002937722180799582010-01-08T16:26:44.402-07:002010-01-08T16:26:44.402-07:00Don't be silly. Don't feel guilty. I'm...Don't be silly. Don't feel guilty. I'm sure worse things have happened. Reed is lucky to have such a great mom. love youShayanne Snodgresshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15455495547586140195noreply@blogger.com