our girls

I sure do love our little girls. They are the best of friends, and Brooklyn is a good little mommy too. I sure love to watch them play together, it brings such love and job to me. I am so glad we had two girls, an only child would be so...differnt. Two is our magic number. I will cherish the ones I have and be the best mom I know how to be to them.

51 days in school...many more to go.

Well I do believe today was the 51st day in school. I have not had the time to sit at the computer and read email, pay bills, yet alone update my blog. Life seems to never slow down...what is up with that. Nate always says, one of these day we will get to spend more time together, but I don't see that happening for a really long time.
My days are spent at the school teaching my sweet 2nd graders. Oh how I love those kids. I try to get home before five, but it is usually around 5:30 or so. Then as you all know comes dinner, bath, story time, then bed time. By the time we get the kids in bed, I am drained. Nate and I will sit down to spend some relaxing time together, and I always end up falling asleep. I cant keep my eyes open past 9:30 most days. Being this tired in the evenings is new to me and I dint care for it one bit! I don't know if it is my diet, since there is no time to eat as a teacher. It seems like every time the kids go to recess I am shoving food in my mouth. A cracker, a bite of yogurt, pretzel, or many times I just grab a piece of candy from my candy jar. It is hard not having a break all day long. Our lunch time that we actually get to sit down is about 15 - 20 minutes...then it's go go go again. I am freaking BEAT! This is a never ending job that's for sure. There is no going home and have a life, I tend to bring school home every night and weekend. So much to do, so little time to do it.

Sweet Sisters

Brooklyn's First Day of School

Daddy got the girls ready for school, Brooklyn with her new backpack and of course Mesa had to have a new backpack too. Mesa loves her backpack, when looking for it she will come to me and touch her back and say "cuk cuk?". It took me a day to figure it out. She took my hand and showed me Brookln's backpack, cuk cuk. Now I know. Anyhow, Daddy took them to school in hopes to give closure to little Mesa that Brooklyn was not available any longer during the day. It did not work. When I drop Mesa off at the sitters, she cries and holds onto my hand or clothes with dear life. It breaks my heart, but I have commitments too. Poor little Mesa, it has been a week and a half and she cries everytime :(
Brooklyn does not like school, she loved it last year, and wanted Mrs Guynn to be here teacher every year. Now her good school days have come to a halt. She says her teacher yells a lot, not at her, just yells. I asked her if it was as loud as Mommy, she said, "no you don't yell, well sometimes you get mad, but you don't yell." So apparently I am just stern. We are not a yelling family, we don't fight, we don't yell, we are absolutly perfect. :)

My first week at BHE

One week down and many more to come! I had a great week last week, very long and exhausting, but great. I have the best kids in my class, and I already love them. I have the sweet ones who give me hugs every day, the quiet ones, and of course the ones that can't sit still, and the ones who forget the rules and procedures often. Anyhow, last Friday, I was up at 5 am and got home at 4:45 to try to make a date with my sweet husband, who I have not seen much of as of late. Anyhow, we went to a quick dinner and then hit the early show of Dark Night. Sad to say, but I fell ASLEEP!!! I have never fallen asleep in a theater before. I tried to stay awake, but my eyes would not stay open. No matter how hard I tried to keep them open, they just kept shutting. I missed a minute here and there and then probably the last 5 minutes of the movie. Nate keeps give me a hard time, but after go go go all week long, I was pretty tired, to say the least. It is not the teaching, that's the easy part. It is everything that comes with it. But, I survived, and will survive the rest of the year, too bad I did not start this when I was kid less. I could sure spend many more hours at the school, a teachers job is NEVER done. WOW! Until next time...

Happy thoughts:)

I keep thinking how blessed I am to be able to move and function these days. I went for 6 years with pain that continued to increase after each of my pregnancies. I would go from feeling perfectly pregnant, to not being able to move. Maybe that is why I had such great pregnancies, no matter what kind I would have had, it would have been worth not being in pain. I recall going to many different doctors trying to figure it all out, and no one had a clue, the only suggestion they had for me was, maybe you should stay pregnant...they thought it was funny, but it pissed me off. I went to a rhumatologist up north and he ran many tests that must have confused him. My blood tests were positive for Lupus and Arthritis, but I did not have symptoms for either. Many dollars spent and I got nowhere. I gave up for another few years thinking doctors are only practicing, they don't know much. Until the paid was so bad that every move I made hurt so bad I wanted to cry. I could not walk, I could not lift my baby, I would slide her out of her crib and bath tub. I could not sleep laying flat, I would sleep in a recliner. I could not roll over, or lift myself up out of bed. I recall one time when the babies were sleeping, Nate was at work, and I was in so much pain that I wanted to kill myself, literally. I called Nate crying that I wanted to kill myself. If I had to live in all this pain, then it was not worth living. Life in that much pain, was not life, it was hell. The only thing that kept me from taking a gun to my head was my precious babies. I could not leave them alone without a mommy. Nate rushed home from worked, and spent the rest of the night holding me. I had plenty of pain meds, they just did not seem to help. I had Ibuprofen 800's, loratab, naproxin, predisone, muscle relaxers, and a couple others I dont reacall. Nothing worked except for the Vioxx that was taken off the market soon after I started having a little relief. Anyhow, just thinking back to all this misery just makes me cry. I am so blessed to have finally been diagnosed with a rare form of arthritis that only affects the lower body, Riters Syndrom. Strange name, but I was prescribed a shot to take weekly, Enbrel, which lowers the immune system so you body will quit attacking itself. It is a leaky gut thing. Food that I would eat that had similar proteins as my body would leak out of my gut and get into my body. My body knew it was foreign and would attach all proteins that looked similar. As far as I know I was not able to eat any night shade vegetable (peppers, tomatoes, potatoes...), sugar of any kind, peanuts, and gluten. I ate a diet rich in popcorn and avocados, yet the pain never went away. I did notice very soon after eating the wrong food, that I would be in a lot of pain. I would look at food and just think, one bite is not even worth it. So for anyone who thinks I am just showing off what little physical accomplishments I have made, this is why. I went too many years without a physical life, and now I can do what ever I attempt to do. So, since I kind of use this blog as my little journal, I thought I needed to remind myself why it is I push myself to do things I never would have attempted to do, such as a triathlon, or ride my bike for 20 miles. All of these accomplishments mean a lot to me, that is why I blog it. My life, then and now. What a difference!

4.3 miles!

The last few days I decided to push my run time up to 4.3 miles. It takes me about 52 minutes. I am loving it! I am going to miss my daily run. Starting next week, I will be in training, and in meetings all week. I think my stay at home mom-ness has evolved. Kids will be in daycare from now on. I embrace the change, but not so much loosing the endurance that I have worked so hard to build. I will have to save my run and my bike riding for the weekends. I have been riding about 12 miles once a week on days I don't run. LOVE it!

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