…on golf courses. Except I don’t golf. Like, ever. Anyone who knows me well would know better than to allow me the opportunity to get my hands on such a weapon. But given my foul mood of late, maybe it’s high time I took up golf. Failing that, however, there are other ways to find my greener grass. Margaritas spiked with valium is always a good place to start. And it never hurts to have old friends with strong shoulders who are willing to let you dump on them mercilessly. Of course, as any mother knows, those rotten brats of ours can always break through even the foulest of moods & bring us to greener pastures. The Baby, all dolled up & giddy with excitement over her first school pictures today. My Bunny, in full Bunny mode, shouting in my face about being picked to fly in one of their cheer stunts. The Diva, throwing a tantrum because she ISN’T flying in one of her big stunts. The Boy, with his Lego & men spread out all over my house, not because he’s a 12 year old baby, but because he’s a 12 year old military strategist, creating entire wars from the ground up, & hoping to learn how to write code so he can transfer it all in to the world of gaming. The Diva fighting Pillow Cat for possession of her pillow, every single night. The other cat who lives & breathes for The Boy & can only ever be found in or around his bed…& occasionally sleeping on his clean underwear if he leaves his closet door open. Which leads me to warn him about wearing furry underwear to school on gym days. My Bunny actually bringing home TWO A’s on math tests since school began, & a teacher I had concerns about, offering her one on one time to help her with it. Giving back to our community by being involved with Haiti relief, the Terry Fox Run, & fund raising for the cheer gym with my kids, as well as helping one of my clients with their Christmas Turkey Drive. Beginning The Diva’s spiritual journey through First Reconciliation & First Communion now that she’s in Grade 2, & looking forward to the epic shopping trip of buying THIS fashionista a First Communion gown. And the highly amusing game of helping her decide what, exactly, she should confess to! Having tiny paper hearts taped all over my bedroom wall, courtesy of The Baby, while she prances around the house singing all the old favourites she’s learning at school, from “Sunday, Monday…”, to “The Hokey Pokey”….& the look of delight when Mommy chimes in & she realizes I, too, know all of these little ditties. So yes, we can have greener grass…we just have to open our eyes wide enough to see the colours all around us. Of course, you won’t judge me too harshly if I keep that spiked margarita close at hand…just in case…
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