Twas Brillig

Hi, I’m Cheryl from over at A Little Chaos Theory. I have three sons, one husband, three cats, two dogs, and a revolving array of fish (although we have none right now and my husband is currently growing lettuce in the fish tank). I’m a full-time mom, full-time student, full-time wife, full-time lunatic. And my family is planning on a cross-country move this summer. We make a habit out of those; this will be our 4th since my 7-year-old was born and we can’t even blame it on the military.

I want to start by thanking Brillig for the opportunity to write on her blog. I’m sure goat herders in the Swiss Alps could hear squeals of glee when I opened the email with the date for my very own guest spot. The challenge would be deciding what to write about while providing some sort of cohesive whole to the post. Would I write about school? Moving? The challenges of autism? Road trips with kids? There were so many possibilities for one guest post.

Giddy with ideas for potential blog articles I very carefully marked the guest post date on my Outlook calendar and promptly forgot about it in the midst of my usual flurry of juggling way too many activities for one person. And Outlook didn’t help because the computer I was using back when Brillig sent out her gracious email died (just when all my final papers for the quarter were due sending me into school overload – but that’s a story for another day). I enjoyed the guest posts that scrolled across my reader (as well as the posts where Brillig actually had time to write something) and it wasn’t until June 21st when I realized that wowza, it’s time to send in MY post. And I had no idea what to say. The profound words that I just knew were there didn’t want to surface.

As I sat staring at my monitor I was saved by my toddler. He entered the room with a woebegone expression, his dishwater blonde hair a lovely shade of reddish pink because his brother had poured Gatorade over his head.

Mommy: Why did you pour Gatorade on Roegen?
Jude: Because he wasn’t napping.

While I was talking with Jude about how it is my job to keep his brothers in their beds if that is where they need to be (he desperately wants to be a parent which scares me – that’s been what he wants to be when he grows up for several months now and I devoutly hope that he outgrows that wish before he’s a teenager), Breydon came running into the room waving a tooth. It’s the third baby tooth he’s lost, but I didn’t even know one was loose this time.

So we had to find an envelope for him to put the tooth into so that the Tooth Fairy can leave him a dollar coin tonight. Breydon’s hoping that this one will have John Tyler’s picture on it but he’ll have to make due with Thomas Jefferson.

In the midst of the tooth excitement, while Jude was screaming about being on the naughty wall, Roegen came running up with a pair of Elmo underwear on his head.

Mommy: We can get you your own Elmo underwear when you go potty on the potty.
Roegen: I don’t want to.

Then the dogs started barking.

This is my life. The words may not be profound but I treasure it nonetheless.

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