Archive for June, 2007



It’s been less than a week since we returned from our annual trip to Wrightsville Beach, North Carolina. I can’t get over my post-vacation funk. Why does vacation always leave me so–depressed? I’m so sad when I have to leave there. It’s so absolutely breathtaking!

Every year, my mind spins and whirls with ideas and big plans to move to the beach. How am I going to make a living? How much do the houses cost this year? If we all pitch in, how much can we get the mortgage payments down to? Can I finally make my dream of owning my own bookstore come true–with an extra, added bonus of having it AT THE BEACH?

Ahhh. The possibilities …

But not to happen. At least not now. Not unless I hit the Powerball or some wealthy man decides to leave me all his cash.

Not going to happen.

Until then, I dream. Dream of the waves. The sand. The elusive sea turtles (which I still haven’t seen … only their tracks). The store by the beach. The neverending tan and melt-in-your mouth crabcakes.


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Recently I’ve been looking at my boys–all three of them–and wishing I could slow down time, or at least slow down our hectic lives. We always seem to be hurried and too busy. When I get home from work, my husband leaves for work. Kids are screaming and yelling and needing attention constantly. We understand–that’s what kids do. But sometimes I just wish we could sit in a room together, look at each other, and TALK. 

This weekend, I had to comfort my oldest son for a couple hours while we nursed his burning eyes. He had opened his eyes underwater in the pool at the gym. He cried and cried and I did everything I could think of to help him. I felt awful; he felt worse. I couldn’t get him to stop crying … he said it hurt so bad he couldn’t open his eyes. At first I thought he was being a big baby and whining too much about something we’ve all experienced–chlorine burns! But then I started worrying that he might be having some sort of allergic reaction not related at all to the chlorine. After all, he was complaining that he could NOT open his eyes at all. I was watching him–he actually seemed to be trying to open them and they just wouldn’t open. We tried drops (had to pry open his eyelids for him) several times. We tried a wet washcloth and tried flushing them with water (which is hard when he wouldn’t open them). I tried putting on his “shows” to see if he’d open his eyes to watch. Nope. Nothing.

Finally, I took him to the bathroom, stripped him down and put him in the bathtub. I made him go under the water and open his eyes. He said it kinda helped. I guess it did at least somewhat–he ended up opening his eyes a little while later.

Anyway, while comforting him, the whole time I kept thinking how HUGE he seems. When I was holding him, his feet were dangling down at my shins. I look at him and he seems 6 feet tall already–and he’s only six! It just blows my mind how fast it goes. I know everyone says it, but it’s so, so true. I miss the tiny little guy with no hair.

But I do take comfort knowing that while he’s growing bigger and stronger every single day–he still needs held by mommy once in a while.

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