As I pack up and find all of the lost remotes, I have a chance to reflect a little. It is stressful... but at the same time really nice to get things organized.
Part of me would just love to throw out everything and start from scratch (especially with all the stuff in the kitchen, seriously packing up cheap dishes is a joke. We should just get new ones!).
How many crappy toys do my children own that they never play with?
I should be used to it. We have moved 7 times in the last 10 years, but I'm not. This is a harder move than usual. I am leaving a great group of friends that have been an amazing support to me. I am moving to a new tiny town that I am not completely behind. I am taking my children away from good Friends. I just hope and pray that we can adjust. Truth is I am plain scared! I am scared for my children and for me. I am sure that there is a reason that we are moving there... I just don't know it yet.
Wish me luck!
Thursday, June 12, 2008
So here is the thing about Richard... He HATES, HATES, HATES stickers or generally anything that has properties of sticking. Most of all he hates band-aids, dirty ones that always tend to fall off in showers or around pools. They really freak him out(I know... funny thing for a doctor...), but that is neither here nor there!
I saw this car today in a parking lot, I have no doubt that the owner was out looking for the next thing that he could stick on his car. I guess everyone does have their something. At least it makes him easy to shop for!
*Quick, funny related story:
In my daughter's class a child sent in really fancy, glittery stickers... only they didn't have enough for all the kids, they were one short. So quickly my daughter chimmed in and let them know that she did not need a sticker, because her dad would make her throw it in the garbage if he caught her with it. HA! Poor girl!