Juggling my roles as wife, homemaker, and mother of four
Finally, she was legally aloud to cross the white line
and she loved every.single. moment!
At the beginning of the half one of the coaches asked if she was ready to stand with her on the side. Her response, “No. I want to play!”
And play, she did… scoring 2 goals! (plus one in the other teams goal)
Her smile truly radiated the entire time she was out there.
I L-O-V-E being a soccer mom… being HER soccer mom!
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Last week I mentioned on face book that I love how Scott makes me a pot of coffee every morning.
And, I do.
Makes me smile each morning when I come to the kitchen and pour myself a cup.
And I smile again later that morning as I go back to top it off. Again… and again.
Thursday, however, I had to laugh when I went to pour my cup of coffee.
Seems he forgot something when making my morning “I love you.”
While he did put the coffee beans in the grinder, change the filter, add the water, and turned it on, he forgot one very important step.
Putting the coffee pot back into the machine.
I wonder if perhaps he too could benefit from a morning cup of caffeine.
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The time had finally come for the tooth to be pulled. While our son was more than ready for it to come out, Dad was secretly uneasy about the venture. “He trusts me” Scott confided to me in the hallway, “What if I hurt him?” Then Scott got another one of his moments of sheer fatherhood brilliance.
“I’ll let him do it,” he declared.
He tied one end of the dental floss to his light saber and the other to his tooth.
The girls gathered around eager to see the tooth pop out. I stood by with the video camera rolling and the epic light saber battle began.
Father and son wielded their sabers.
The floss flew out of his mouth and out popped his tooth.
The look of pure glee on his face when he looked down and saw his tooth hanging there was priceless.
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March in Maryland is always fickle. Short sleeves one day and winter coats the next.
You always know when the first “jacket less” day arrives, that it is just a tease. And try as you may to simply embrace and enjoy it, the next day when you have to scramble for your winter coat and hat, it is always a bit disappointing.
Having lived in Maryland for most of my life, I know this and expect it. I don’t put away the winter clothes till the end of May. And our drawers bulge for the month of April with both sweatshirts and shorts.
But, this year, this year seems worse somehow.
This year I find myself yearning for spring more than ever. I am so tired of having to worry about coats and hats on top of shin guards and cleats. It is March…. the end of March…. I want flip flops people!! And yet today I read this forecast . “Light snow is expected to arrive late Saturday night, with snow continuing through early Sunday afternoon. With warm ground temperatures, snow will have a difficult time sticking to the ground. High temperatures Sunday are only expected to reach the mid to upper 30s”
Yea… so much for flip flops… looks like my girls are going to be wearing winter coats and hats for their first soccer game.
Cruel, I tell ya cruel….
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Quick! I gotta get to the bookshelf to have some fun before one of my siblings notices and tries to stop me.
I know that book is around here somewhere… I just gotta throw some of these papers out of the way first.
Don’t tell Mom it was me, kay? I’m just gonna sit over here and pretend those books were like that when I got here.
She’ll never suspect a thing…
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Those of you that have been visiting the circus for awhile now, know that I am a big wimp. Particularly when it comes to driving. I don’t like driving AT ALL. In fact on all of our grand driving vacations as we go gallivanting around the country, I have driven a total of 0 miles. Scott always drives, I am always the copilot… I know it’s very 1950s of us. But it works. I hate to drive and he finds life in the passenger seat incredibly boring.
One place around here that I particularly hate driving is over the Chesapeake Bay Bridge. By combining my great dislike for driving with a fear of heights, the Bay Bridge is 4.5 miles of pure torture.
Thankfully there aren’t many reasons for me drive over the bridge as Scott will gladly take the wheel. I only drive over if I have to pick Scott up from a sailing race.
Last week, after my blog post, a friend told me about a Family Friendly St Patrick’s Day parade taking place on the Eastern Shore. Since Scott had to work, our going would depend solely on my driving us over and back.
I really didn’t want my fear to force us to miss out on an opportunity for fun. So, I invited a friend to caravan with me and made plans to take the circus crew over the bridge.
Unfortunately, if you go in the Easy Pass lane it forces you to go on the side of the bridge that faces oncoming traffic. SO, in addition to driving on this high bridge with not so sturdy looking guard rails on one side, you have oncoming traffic coming at you on the other side.
Oh what fun.
I thought as we were driving across that I could use this teachable moment to “be real” with my kids, to share my fears and show them how even grown ups get scared, but I was not letting my fear control me and I was trusting God.
Perhaps next time, I will save my testimony for after we cross the bridge b/c I was then hammered with questions such as, “Why are you scared Mommy?” “I bet I know… I bet your scared of driving into the water. Are you afraid of driving into the water Mom?” “Mom, are you more scared after that tractor trailer drove off the bridge into the water?” “Mom, do you see any tractor trailers?” “Mom which do you like worse, the water or those cars coming at us?”
“Mom?” “MOM??” “Mom, why aren’t you answering us?”
Thankfully we made it across the bridge with my sanity in tack and enjoyed a fun time in Easton at the St Patty’s Day Parade. Afterwards it was time to head home. 
On the return trip, I though it best not to risk any “teachable moments”.
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My roles as wife, homemaker and mother of 4 feel much like a circus with 3 rings constantly vying for my attention. Life is often chaotic but I'm loving every minute and wouldn't want it any other way. Sit back, relax and enjoy the show. I won't let you miss a thing.
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