While sorting through my mom’s belongings after her death I came across something I never knew existed. Buried in a box of pictures and memorabilia I discovered a diary. I peeked inside its cover and quickly recognized my mother’s flowing handwriting filling each page in blue ink. While glancing through the pages, I realized this was a diary she had kept while she had been pregnant with me!
A picture of her a few short weeks before my birth was saved within. My heart thrilled at my discovery and I devoured each word as a starving person would a meal.
I am losing my mind. Actually I think it is already lost!! This week is spring break at my house. Gone are the quiet peaceful days. The kids are home raising hell and they are driving me insane. They bitch, moan, and bicker almost non-stop over nit picky things like whose turn it is to play the Playstation 2 or the Wii. I am so close to hurling both game systems out the big picture window in my living room that it isn‘t funny. Unfortunately, they serve a purpose and keep the kids entertained and out of my hair. I realize that I am going to have to plan some stimulating activities to mix it up so their brains aren’t mush when it is finally time to go back to school. The sad part is, they are used to having an adult structure their days and are completely clueless how to occupy themselves which just adds more to my list of things to do.
If that isn’t bad enough, I signed on to blog from A to Z through the month of April and for daily blogging with NaBloPoMo. Am I crazy?? Can I do it?? When you get down to brass tacks, I probably can. I did post every single day of March and lived to tell about it. I will just have to put my mind to the task and do it one day at a time. If it was easy, it wouldn’t be called a challenge. So away I go!!
I have always been a few sandwiches short of a picnic basket, but on April Fool’s day I began to think I had bit off more than I can chew. I hadn’t really figured spring break into the equation. I panicked, hyperventilated, had a bout of diarrhea, and in the end did the best I could.
Easter is at the end of this week, and although all the goodies are bought and at the ready for the Easter bunny’s visit, I still have to search the attic for plastic eggs and decorations. Between the laundry, dirty dishes, decorations, screaming kids, and barking dogs I don’t know whether to wind my a$$ or my watch. If you see my brains lying about, send them back to me! You will find me somewhere between lost and found until next time when I give you another glimpse into the life of a trucker’s wife.
While sorting through my mom’s belongings after her death I came across something I never knew existed. Buried in a box of pictures and memorabilia I discovered a diary. I peeked inside its cover and quickly recognized my mother’s flowing handwriting filling each page in blue ink. While glancing through the pages, I realized this was a diary she had kept while she had been pregnant with me! 
