It's Mama's Day.

Mother's Day seems bittersweet this year, as I go visit baby boy's garden and wish one more time that he was still in my belly where he should be.  But I'm still doing the best that I can do.  

I am quite nervous to start my training tomorrow.  I haven't started a new job in so many years that I'm certain by morning, my tongue will be in my throat and my hands will be shaky.  I can already tell that I will like my new boss as she told me which hotel to stay at saying, "The room's huge and they serve wine at night with dinner."  Hells.  Yes.  While nervous, I am ready, I am ready and I AM READY.  In fact, I want it to be tomorrow right now just so I could be "in it" instead of "in front of it", you know?  I'm only nervous until I start.  And my new really expensive shoes were in a box on my front porch yesterday when I returned home.  I assumed that since they are post office-approved and costed over one hundred dollars, they would be the most comfortable shoes I've ever purchased.  Wrong.  I have put in seven miles in the last twenty-four hours while wearing them, just trying to break them in.  They are also not fashionable at ALL.  So I am going to look super awesome at the hotel gym trying to break in my shoes on the treadmill.  Yessss.

Instead of telling the weekend in order, I'm telling it backwards and I'm not sure why.  Yesterday morning, Kyler had a baseball game that we barely made it to on time due to road construction (okay, mostly due to we couldn't find his baseball cap and we had to stop for gas, but let's blame it on the construction just for fun).  I realized, whilst sitting on the bleachers under a heavy blanket and cuddling Mae for warmth, that this game is actually fun to watch now.  All of those boring years of t-ball and beginning baseball are finally paying off.  Kyler is no longer the kid in the outfield who is facing the wrong way, nor is he the kid that accidentally gets the ball and then stands there looking confused because he has no idea where to throw it.  He is now the kid that hit the home run, as well as the kid that gets to be pitcher and catcher (but not at the same time; he's not THAT good).  I am just so proud of him.  And Mae starts softball this week, but sadly, due to training, I will miss her very first game and possibly her second game.  I suppose this is what happens when you decide to be the family's main "bread maker", but no regrets here because even though I will miss some games, it means that Kenny will finally get to see some games.  Role reversal might take some getting used to, but I'm pretty sure it will work out well for us.

And that is it and that is all.  Happy Mother's Day to every mother out there.  Poopy diapers don't change themselves, dishes don't wash themselves, lost shoes don't find themselves and alarm clocks never wake a sleeping child in the same terrifying manner as a Mom who realizes that she has exactly five minutes to get everybody in the house fed, dressed, packed up and out the door.