Daylight Savings Is Kicking My Butt

I love to sleep - I love my bed - my mattress is fluffy but firm - my sheets are 1000 count Egyptian cotton (soft and cool) - I love the way my bed smells, fresh with a hint of flowers - My bed is big and I can stretch out without touching anyone or anything.... Oh, I really really love my bed... and I miss it so much...

Lately, I have been a little stressed. Stressed with work - demands - kids - husband under foot- having a lot on my plate... I am up at dawn talking to clients on the east coast on many mornings and up late in front of the TV trying to calm my racing mind... Last night up watching Gilmore Girls until 2:00 am... Yes, I know - I should have gone to my lovely bed but when my mind is racing my legs get restless and I start kicking up a storm.... Nothing is worse than going to bed to sleep and tossing and turning and legs going wild....

A friend of mine suggested putting soap at the foot of my bed to help with the restless leg syndrome - now I have to figure out how to stop my racing mind - any suggestions?

Conversations With A Thirteen Year Old Girl

"Mandy died in her sleep last night"
"Who's Mandy?" I asked.
"She's a girl that goes to my school."
"Were you friends with her?"
"No, but I knew of her."
"Do you know why she died?" I asked
"They said she had anorexia"
"Do you know what anorexia is?
"Yes, it's that thing that Karen Carpenter had"


"That girl is so EMO..." she said as she pointed to a girl going into the school.
"What is EMO?"
"It means emotionally challenged"
"Ok?" I say sarcastically...
"EMOs are girls that dress up goth and cut themselves" she informed me..

"Most of my friends are allowed to date."
"Really? How do they go on their dates?" I inquire
"Their older brother drives.."
"All your friends have older brothers?
"Most of them do"

"I don't know why I can't go to_____'s house for a sleep over!" she cries.
"What happened at her last sleep over?" I ask.
"They went to 7-11." she says
"What time did they go?"
"Midnight.." she mumbles
"Enough said" I finish...

"Can you take me to Target?' she asks
"What do you need to get?
"I have gift cards"
"Okay, what do you want to buy?"
"I have gift cards and I want to buy something"
"Didn't you want to save for a I touch?"
"Not anymore..."
"Why, I thought you "had" to have one"
"I don't have enough money to buy one."
"Why don't you save your money and get one then"
"I want to buy a bag, earrings, a necklace, and a CD..."

Interesting chats with my thirteen year old daughter....

I Need To Wait... Patiently | Amazing Salvation

I Need To Wait... Patiently | Amazing Salvation

Relieved It Wasn't My Daughter...

When my youngest was around six (6) years old she decided she wanted to try gymnastics - There was a introduction to gymnastic class through the city and I signed her up.... The class took place at a pretty well known gym (I did not know it at the time) - after the first day of lessons her teacher came up to me and said that she was a natural... I took it to mean they wanted me to sign her up for classes to make more money... I said "that's nice" and did not think about it again until....

The owner of the gym came up to me at my daughter's last lesson and said that he believed she had a lot of natural talent and thought it would be great to have her take lessons... My daughter loved the idea and she started taking 2 - 1 hour classes a week. Before I knew it (within 6 months) she was on team and competing... Her classes had increased to 4 days a week at 3 hours plus each day... She also had private coaching on the weekends.... Later she switched gyms to work with a well known coach who had sent several girls to the Olympic games... This is where the fun became a job.... this is where my kid discovered she no longer wanted to this sport and after watching her cry in pain more times than I could count along with the other girls - I believed she made the right decision... Gymnastics is a sport that you have love to continue or the pain... the hours... the complete dedication is not worth it..

I was relieved on so many levels when she quit.... Relieved that I no longer had to hold my breath when she would swing through the air on the uneven bars.... or flipping her body onto the 4 inch beam... or climbing the rope to the ceiling (that still gives me the chills).. Relieved that I don't have to juggle a gymnastic schedule... relieved that I don't have to pay the expensive tuition and private lessons.... relieved I no longer have to listen to the all consuming gossip of the other moms... the viciousness was amazing... Most of all, I am relieved that I don't have to worry about her breaking a leg.. an arm... or worse like so many girls do each year....

The reason I am writing about this today is - I ran into a mom of a gymnast that I once knew - I asked her how her daughter was doing... She said that her daughter received a full ride to a pretty good college and in the first competition she hurt herself on the uneven bars... she broke her back.... she lost her scholarship.... she is still in extensive therapy.... and in excruciating pain....

I hope I don't sound awful by saying this.... but the main thing that was going through my mind when this mother was telling me about her daughter... besides how awful I felt for her was that I thank God my kid quit in time....

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