Hi. It's now March, and considering today was such a warm - well, actually hot day, all I could think about was summer. I love summer. I love not having to make lunch at 6:30am, or having to wake up a child that likes to sleep until 8:30am, and not having to drive around so much unless I want to. It's so fun. But then, I'm a lucky lady - cuz I get to be with my kids, work a little here and there, and I get to be with them so much. Other people get to too, but I am there ... most of the time... and it's all that matters to me.

I've been on vacation mode - with no Music Classes - really but in 2 weeks I'll be teaching over 10 music classes a week so I'll have to adjust. Now that I have a bigger belly that's getting in the way, and that the heat may be here to stay I can tell I'm in for it, so wish me luck.

The little ladies have done a lot of fun stuff lately. I left them with their father while I worked a few hours last week, and I asked him to do the dishes. I came home- and no dishes were washed, but the girls had made paper mache masks, and other objects, and a 10 foot collage with very odd pictures. That is something I don't do on a regular basis, so I forgave the lack of housework, because the ladies are so lucky to have a dad that won't let them be idle, who wants to create with them and let them be creative, and even though my mom may not believe it, when they are with me - they are usually playing while I clean... ok - so sometimes I don't get to clean everything - but I do get to make a mess and cook a lot.

And today the little girls got their hair chopped. Being pregnant, I'm a bit more on the lazy side. I just wanted to sit around, eat, and gossip with my friend who was over, but Effie asked for a hair cut, and Celia insisted the hair hanging on her neck was giving her a heat rash - so my friend encouraged me and got my scissors and helped me out. We just chopped away, and bam - the girls went from long haired ladies to bobbed beauties. They look adorable, and being someone who shaved her head - you would understand that I do not have much attachment to hair. It comes, it goes, and sometimes it even goes for good, so whatever, who cares.

My first born is now much closer to being a 2nd grader. My baby is almost gonna be a kindergardener. The other little kicker in the womb will be out before I know it. Time is passing a bit too quick don't cha think? I always tend to visualize the calendar in my mind - with September being the New Year - and we are just that much closer to the new year. All I can foresee is a couple of months of incredible quick movement, with teaching, mommying, the husband schooling, cooking, selling a car, having a yard sale, having numerous play dates, parties, gigs at libraries, face painting at parties, playing at church, making lunch, doing dishes, taking kids to school, picking kids up from school, going to work, working at work, working at schools, schooling at schools, dropping kids off, trying to nap, trying to plan, planning to try, and so on and so on and so on. And it exhausts me to think about it, so I'll stop. Cuz really - right now, even though tomorrow I have to do many of those things - make a lunch, make sure 2 kids are brushed, fed, pottied, and clothed, make it to music class on time, get another to school, pick another up early, go on a lunch date, take them to the dentist, get them to their Thursday Mama Lety day, clean up, get to Yoga class, then do all the night time routines and trying to cook at least 2 meals between, before, or throughout all of the above, at least right now I'm ok and rested and mentally ready.

Ciento Viente

Hi party animals.

Glad to be back in the world of the writing. It's 12:46 and about 29 minutes ago, I was talking to my almost sleeping husband about my disdain for the dishes that were hanging out in the kitchen. I felt a little awkward about letting them sit there over night, since some of them still contained much food. The pile was big and frightening, and I wanted to ignore it. The husband said he'd get to them tomorrow and to relax and go to bed, but since I had a small burst of energy, I felt that if I were to tackle those bad boys tonight, then he can focus on putting them all away tomorrow, and I would not likely have nightmares about them. So I walked to the kitchen, and tried to turn on the little silver radio my sister let me borrow, but I think it's seeing its last days. It would not turn on. I'll check the batteries tomorrow and if that doesn't work, I'll have the husband perform radio surgery. Anyhow, I was not able to be accompanied by the midnight rants of the Coast to Coast programming, which definitely lends itself to being a decent "doing the dishes comrade", so I went solo. I thought of my beat up hands that shower in scalding water for 20-40 minutes at a time each day and wondered if there my come a day that I become that lady who wears yellow plastic gloves while washing. Hmmm.. I doubt that will happen. After a few minutes of my domestic duty, I felt the satisfaction of taking on the task because I knew that tomorrow, or shall I say later, when I wake up, I still have to get ready, shower, make multiple lunches, pack, get kids dressed, make sure they eat, brush, and comb some braids, not to mention other things. So, at least now in the morning, I can do those zillions of things and not have to scoff at the stupid freakin' lame poopy dishes.

And here I am. Happy to be alive amidst all the worldly chaos. Happy that my most frequent complaint about my life actually happens to be the dishes. Happy that even though my kids keep coughing they are here with me and alive. Happy that I can make others happy. Happy you are reading. And happy that I'm about to make the decision to stop writing so I can get to bed before 1:04am.