Today

Today, I woke up with John Wayne twice, once at midnight and once at one.  He just sat there moaning and whining.  T and I think he's having growing pains all the while some crazy ice storm rampaged our tiny little town.

Today, I listened to John Wayne comment on the ice and snow covering everything outside our house.

Today, I ate about a thousand Club Minis Crackers to keep myself from getting nauseous.

Today, I taught equivalent fractions.  I have the best class, and I know most of the kids understood the concept, even though I feel math is my weakest teaching subject, and I probably butchered it.  I just got to worry about that 10% or so...

Today, I willed my eyelids to stay open as the end of the work day neared; waking up twice in the night, working, pregnancy fatigue, and having a babe the size of a cantalope do a little dance on your bladder all day had taken its toll!

Today, I excitedly walked into the daycare to pick up John Wayne.  I love picking him up, everyday, because everyday, he does his 'my mommy's here' happy dance.  I wish I could bottle the feeling of someone being so delrious just to see you.  I cannot describe it.

Today, I read Pete the Cat to John Wayne, yet again. He's obsessed with that book. I'm so glad I bought it for him at the latest book fair.  I think the main reason I became a teacher was to get VIP access to the best book sales.

Today, I held T's hand as he drove around exploring surrounding areas and looking at houses we can't afford (our favorite pastime).

Today, I gave John Wayne a glass of water after he promised me, once finished,  he would go to sleep.  I always fall asleep before him, so I'm not sure he kept his word.

Today, I slept beside John Wayne on our narrow couch because he said, "Come on, Mommy." There are two times John Wayne wants to be near me: when T is gone (he doesn't go near me willingly in this scenario) and when it comes time to sleep. T gets him during the day to play and pal around; I get him at night to cuddle.  I just can't say no to sleeping with my kid.  Love it. 

Today, I realized I should feel proud of my life.  It's not perfect.  A lot of the time, it's a stressful, crying, boring, annoying, complicated, frustrating, messy, mess, but it's mine.  It may be considered small, it may be considered insignificant, but I have a healthy, adorable child who makes me want to squeeze him so hard he can't breathe.   I have a baby boy growing inside me who I feel wiggle and kick everytime I drink something cold or eat sugar.  I have a husband who I know I don't deserve.  I have the dream teaching job, complete with dream principal.  I live in town with such wide open spaces, it takes my breath away.  It's my life, and I'm happy with what I've done with it.