Burnt Popcorn

     This is my peace. Sitting on the big couch in front of the fire dog at my feet, the sound of the dishwasher confirming the fact the I actually got dishes done tonight, I even snuck the bably bottles in there too so I din't have to wash them by hand. Hubby is on his computer in the bedroom and the kids are fast asleep. Princess was so sweet tonight after I read her a story and sang her a song while I rubbed her back, she thanked me and we talked briefly about how it was a good day, then she told me to close my eyes and she kissed me on the forehead. My eyes stayed closed as I breathed in that moment. I held her close fora little while longer and kissed her goodnight. John took a while longer to fall asleep as I rocked him and sang all the lullabies I know. It's a funny thing how you push them to fall asleep but when they do you don't want to let them go.
     A walk around the park today and a visit to Califias magic sculpture garden with new friends really made my day. They had never seen the garden and it made it even more special to share. A stroll turned into a energetic walk with a person that matched my stride. And then we headed home and did a few errands on the way. I knew I should have bought that vaporizer at Target the other day, I sure regretted it tonight when Boo woke from his nap so congested daddy had to sit in the bathroom with the shower running. It made for an extra trip to town tonight which turned out to be a good thing since I burned my homemade pizza and traded it for Little Ceasers. I bet mine would've been better. I burnt popcorn today too, not just a little where you say ewww when you take a handful but so burnt the popcorn was unrecognizable when I pulled in from the microwave yellow smoke was streaming out the top, we had to open all the doors and turn on the fan and evacuate the house! I would've made it fine but I was helping Princess make her homemade Valentines day cards.
 
   
 
My mom called while I was walking to the bus stop with Boo to pick up Princess. Talking to Mom is always a nice thing, weather it be my mom, his mom or your mom. Mom's are the best. And I am always glad to be there for my mom when she needs to talk just like she is always there for me. It's hard when people don't understand you. Not just what you are saying but who you are. How can we expect people to live with us, work and play with us when they can't understand us. Let's make a toast to telling the world all about us.