Best Days Of Your Life by Kellie Pickler
Gives You Hell by The All-American Rejects
How Do You Like Me Now by Toby Keith
Skater Boy by AVRIL LAVIGNE
You'll Think Of Me by Keith Urban
My point is, that no, I don't think or wish that my past boyfriends wish they were with me still. Maybe they think of me with (hopefully) fond memories, but I don't think I'm the subject of an every day pity party. I know that when I think of them, beyond smiling for a moment to myself with thankfulness that I had the experience, I only go on to thank my lucky stars that I ended up where I am at and not where I was headed.
My children annoy me to no end. (Yes, it's a sharp turn here, but stay with me. I'm making a point.) I have found that no matter how relentlessly I love them, some days I spend just waiting for nap time, preschool time, and bedtime so that I can have ten minutes to just read a whole paragraph of a book, or surf the internet without having to get a drink for someone.
Please don't start flaming yet. Many more days are spent reading books, playing outside, coloring, and I find that I miss them immensely when they are asleep or when Brandon and I get a much deserved night out on the town without them.
But seriously, they all have their little quirks that just irk me (and isn't that funny that the word 'irk' is IN the work 'quirk'? Like it's SUPPOSED to be obnoxious?)
Lilly has a knack for always finding things that are mine and bringing them to me. This might sound helpful, except that she brings them to me from a drawer, a closet, a shelf, or even the counter, where I've left it just because that's where i put it down. She brings me things that are put away already. Things I don't need. She will get into my drawer in the kitchen that contains all the pencils and cards and sometimes my drivers licence. She'll look in there, find my ID and bring it to me. Several times a day- my cell phone, a pair of shoes from my closet, a couple of pennies off of my dresser. I know, she's just trying to help, so i usually just say thank you.
Mahone has a knack for stepping on anything and everything. And I don't mean on purpose. The child is like a clutter magnet. Toys, books, tables - if it's on the floor, he steps on it. There can be a big old empty room, and a small pile of books in the middle of it. Somehow, he will trip over them. It's not that he's trying. He just doesn't see it.
Scarlet- yes, well, Scarlet, I think, is only irritating because she's little. She does all the irritating things all kids do. Like touch things she KNOWS she's not supposed to, while I tell her no-no, and she smiles and does it anyway, looking me in the eye the whole time.
The point of the matter is, I wouldn't change my life for anything. I have never wanted to hide or run away, or change it. I never wonder what if I didn't have them, or what if i ended up married to someone else, or what if I were still single. I am stressed out sometimes, and I am not always wonderful at controlling it. I yell, I get frustrated. I make mistakes and say things i should not. But still, I love them. I cannot live without them. And I want more of them. My life will always be blessed because of them.
To everyone else- love the ones you have. Life is short, and sometimes, unexpected things happen. Don't look back. Don't wonder. Don't pine. Just love unconditionally. I have learned this several times in the last year. I have seen it several times in only the short month i have been blogging.
Natalie's angel Gavin
Sara's sweet miracle Bronson, who is home now.
My mom and dad a year ago.
My dearest Scarlet who defied all odds 5 months ago.
And many many more I read about every day. Just don't look back.