If I write one more time about how I have nothing to blog about I am going to put forks in my eyeballs. But honestly, I have nothing to write about these days. I mean my life isn't boring and I have much blog fodder, but the need to write about it all is next to none. I try, in my head, but getting in "on paper" is just plain hard.
I did have the pleasure of spending yesterday afternoon with some fabulous people while we waited out the "dry run" for Lilly's dance recital. There were more laughs and oh my lordy moments in that hour of waiting than I have had in awhile! Shout out to Kris for being awesome and enduring an hour of crazy with the parents of 5 year olds!
Not the greatest of dances, but oh so cute!
And then there was today...
James is dressed and ready to go...
We went to a fabulous Christmas party with people from every walk of life. Santa was there, food was abundant the the kid to adult ratio was like 32:1.
I will not go into the specifics of why my son was unsupervised for about two minutes, but needless to say, those two minutes sent me into a panic. Two minutes led to 5 minutes which led to many more minutes. I was running around thinking oh he is just here. Oh, I'll find him there. Ten minutes later, I still can't find him. By this time, I am hyperventilating. I have images of him being stuck under the pool cover. Maybe he fell down the stairs and broke his neck and no one can find him. I am running around like a lunatic: STRAIGHT INTO A GLASS PATIO DOOR! I don't stop for a second. Now, all the other party attendees keep saying, "are you ok?" "did you lose something?" YES, YES, I DID LOSE MY CHILD. DO NOT MIND ME RUNNING INTO THE GLASS DOOR JUST GO HELP ME FIND MY SON!.
Over the last two years I have cussed my son. He cried the first six months of his life. He whines a lot. He is very particular and needs things just so. But if something were to ever happen to him, there really are no words. He laughs, has the best humor and is one of three people that I will never be able to live without. And then there are stories like this out there. Really, world? Really?
My brother-in-law found James playing baseball in the corner of the back yard; just happy as a clam. Leave it to my BIL to make everything right. I haven't hugged and kissed James more than I did tonight.
I am tired. Exhausted and overwhelmed. And my head hurts from running into the glass door. But my children are alive and healthy. I couldn't ask for anything better than that!