2nd grade princess

2nd grade. How did this happen? Seems like yesterday we were sending you off to kindergarten. My beautiful girl. I am proud of you. You are strong, brave and funny!

The night before school started you laid in your bed, the excitement was just oozing out of you. Your eyes were beaming as you told me how excited you were and then with a giggle you said, "I am nervous too!"

First day jitters, it's normal to be nervous I told you. So you settled your head down on the pillow and just smiled.



I walked you to your new classroom and we were greeted by Mrs. S with the biggest grin. Mrs. S was excited about every one of her new students and you were no exception. She remembered your name which made you grin even bigger, with your still missing teeth grin. We spotted your desk and me and brother said our goodbyes; wishing you the best day ever!

As brother and I walked out of the school, I am not going to tell you that I didn't tear up, cause you would know that was a lie. Your mom is a big cry baby. I teared with pride, with confidence that this is going to be a GOOD year. I teared with memories and how quickly they have flashed by me. I teared as your brother strutted down the hall stating very confidently that he can't WAIT to be at your school next year.

He loves you as much as any brother would love his older sister. I hope you know that, I hope you know how much you make his eyes sparkle when you are around. Remember a couple of weeks ago when you were both outside playing? You said brother looked at you with that gleam and right then you thought, he is so cute. Honey YOU help put that gleam there.



I love you honey, I hope that second grade is a fabulous year for you!

Princess...Queen maybe

I just watched Enchanted.

I want to be a princess, is that wrong?

We went to my nephew's birthday party yesterday, where my Mother in Law announced that she read my BLOG...*hi MIL, if you are reading today*. My first thought was HOW? and WHAT?

Well, if she is reading now, be forewarned, these are thoughts in my head. They may or may not make sense to all that read, but they are the lyrics to my own music. Often they are raw. So there you go.

Anyway, back to Enchanted, it is a really cute movie.

My own thoughts were drawn into my own marriage. There are things that I wish were different, but there are good things too. Hubby's brother picks on him, a lot, saying that Hubs is "whipped" or "tagged with ball and chain". Honestly as imperfect as my hubby is, compared to his brother, Hubs is a Prince.

In bullet form here is what my hubs does that IS good:
-Helps with household chores
-Cooks dinners on nights that he is working his normal shift
-Plays with kids on occasion
-"lets" me have my night out with friends
-he does love me

Things that I wish were different with him:
-gossiping ways (*eye roll* he can be such a girl sometimes)
more patient (but we all could use more patience)
-didn't have to sleep so much (but I couldn't work all the shift work that he does without additional sleep)
-he wouldn't have such an issue with alcoholism (as much as he is in denial, he is an alcoholic)

For the most part, Hubs, is a helpful part in this family. He could be better, but compared to said brother, I think my hubs is pretty damn good.

To be treated like a princess I SHOULD treat hubs like a Prince because he could be worse, but issues with his drinking does make me less Cinderalla-ish. I would love for hubby to not drink so much that I have to drive him home in order to save our pocketbooks from DUI drainage. I wish that the bottle didn't mean so much to him. I wish that his nice call to see if I need anything from his way home wasn't selfishly inspired by his need to stop and get himself beer.

To sum it up, I guess my biggest problem with him IS his drinking. As much as I am told that it is a disease, it doesn't make me any more forgiving of it. With any disease though, it doesn't make sense to me and I just don't understand WHY.

I don't know if I have a point.

I am thankful that Hubs is pretty good, can he use improvement? yes. We all can stand to improve ourselves. I found myself defensive in his name when hearing about the comments from his brother and I wanted to grab a sword and fight for him. Even though there are things that could be better, I could be married to someone worse. Sure it isn't the BEST way to look at a marriage...but these are MY ramblings and right now that statement makes sense.