February9
I wasn’t simply awaken today. Oh no. I was ripped from my restful slumber.
With icy cold hands on my very warm cheeks, I heard, screamed in my face:
“MOM ITS MY BIRTHDAY!”
As if I didn’t know this already. I only gave birth to the child that was sitting on my chest. I peeked thru one eye, the other still shut tightly, and looked up at his big beaming face.
“Good morning Logan”
“Mom, I’m 6 now. That means I can go to 1st grade.”
I laid there, waiting for the boy to move because he was crushing me. I moved him carefully and sat up. I saw the largest grin I have EVER seen in my life on that childs face. Bright blue eyes, wild short hair, and his hands cupping his cheeks, elbows on his legs and a cheesy grin.
So I have been ripped from my warm toasty bed, and assaulted with the limbs of a 6 yr old. I have squeezed, hugged, kissed, tickled and nuzzled a 6 yr old.
Life is good.
We have big plans for today, well big by the standards of a 6 yr old. We are going to TJ and Julies. They are cooking a HUGE ass turkey that we took over there last night. We are gonna gourge ourselves on turkey, green bean casserole and a Transformers cake. Logan will open his presents and then its off to the K-Wings game for some action on the ice. It may not seem like much to anyone else but for Logan, its exactly what he wanted. He loves hockey and our seats are on the ice. We are a section way from the penalty boxes, and have the first and second rows of our section. We are basically at ice level and will feel the impact on the boards and glass. WOO HOO!
Logan has already gotten some of his presents. TJ and Julie gave him $10 as did Shawns folks. I have a couple of ninjas for him and a biker guy on a 4 wheeler thing that is a remote control. My mom has something for him (no clue) and my dearest Nemmy is sending a box from Germany with goodies for him. She had to special order his stuff because the PX didn’t have it.
I’ve been selfish in my time the last 2 weeks. I’ve not called a single soul or spoken to anyone. I’ve been sick, and pissed off. I’ve fought with my boss, with Shawn and with the kids. I have fallen prey to the bit of depression that has hit recently. I’ve felt seriously isolated and it frustrates me to no end. I watch movies endlessly and ignore the world around me. Mimi doesn’t even make me smile right now.
I think this weekend could be a turning point. I should use this positive energy to bring myself out of my funk and reclaim myself abit. I think I’ll start with a very important phone call this morning to see how someone is doing.
Oh I have a 6yr old climbing on me.
my name is Logan and i am 6
He typed that himself. :)
Ok time to roll to the shower, do some laundry and be ready for the next onslaught when Lauren gets up.
xoxo
