Today was a day like any other day.....breakfast, gym, library, car wash, lunch, quiet/nap time, outside, playtime inside, dinner, bath, bedtime......and now I am decompressing from my day. As I write, Reed is still procrastinating sleep locking himself in the bathroom guised as an attempt to get water and pee. I know, as does he, that he is playing with the shark ship parts we left to dry in the sink after bath time.....(time out....saying to Reed....."Reed, quit playing with that stuff and go to bed").
Coach is out of town for the second weekend in a row. I miss him, but it has been nice to have some time to myself once the kids have gone to bed. He gave me the sweetest valentine present. He typed up the words to, "When I Say I Do" by Clint Black. This song was preformed by his Dad at our wedding. Our sermon on Sunday, was about marriage and they played this song....it was funny b/c we kept looking at each other and saying why do we know this song? Duh....we felt really stupid being that it should be sort of significant. Anyway, he thought I should have a copy b/c he really does feel that way about me. Really sweet, I know.
I told my Mom today about the doctoral degree, and I have to say she wasn't totally negative....but she was still pessimistic about how I would have time. I attempted to explain, but reminded myself I DO NOT NEED HER APPROVAL ANYMORE, I AM AN ADULT. I just stopped talking about it and changed the subject. I cant' seem to ever shake the habit of always looking to her for decision validation. It is like if she doesn't agree, I won't be able to succeed. She still tells me I will eventually divorce coach too. So, I shouldn't put to much credit into her opinion. I just love her and I feel I need her to support me. It is such a juvenile relationship. I have been attempting to curb the telling her everything......it has gotten me in so much shit over the years. I just always turn to her when I need someone to talk to, and it always comes back to bite me. Juls (BF) has told me for years to stop telling her anything, but clearly I haven't. She has always been available, when everyone else wasn't. I guess this is bad for both of us.....for me having no other friends, and her allowing me to lean to much on her. She should have told me the first time I went crying to her, to stop it and be an adult.......and I should have known better than to go crying to my mother every time I was hurt or had a fight with coach.
If only I could solve all my problems by typing them out like this.......wouldn't that be nice.
Reedisms: He loves to sing Big and Rich songs. His fav. is Radio (he calls it WHOA, WHOA). He actually has most of the words down and wants to hear it all the time.
Daily Bug: Tate loves to say, "HI" and "top" (STOP) b/c his fav. things are the phone and throwing food from his high chair, which always gets an emphatic stop from me.
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