When You Know You’re A Cornball

Somethings you can’t even deny…

I can’t help but smile as I sit here and write my blog for the day and check on all my clients. My dog is cuddled right beside me like he usually is, my son is in his room working at his desk. I can hear my daughter talking to her friends on the phone, discussing a group assignment.

At least that’s what their topic of conversation should be! But way too much giggling is going on.

Then there is my youngest. She is sitting at my desk in my room and chopping away at her online assignments. Her hair is pulled back in one long french braid. She is wearing her favorite pajamas, blue and grey flannel pants, and a blue cotton shirt.

Her headphones are on, laptop set up in front of her, and her iPad is to the right. She’s pretending that her hot chocolate is coffee and keeps taking long, loud sips.

Which those big sips are making it quite interesting for me to concentrate, but I think it’s adorable. So I dare not say a word.

I can hear my husband downstairs dealing with his routine conference calls and going back and forth from his office to the kitchen for snacks.

The noises and all of the movement coming from all areas of the house excites me. I’ve always looked forward to summer and Christmas break because I will be able to have breakfast and a normally scheduled dinner with my crew.

It feels like we are constantly running around during the year and we never have a long enough break worth discussing. So I will take this week or maybe two and enjoy this time while we are trying to stay out of harm’s way.

I know that one on one time with my kids is limited. One day they will be grown and living on their own. So I choose to embrace the cornball that I am and soak up all this togetherness. You have to understand that I was a stay at home mom while my kids were little, and I loved every minute of that time.

So I guess you can say I’m having a little flashback of the past.

You could have chosen to read any blog, but you chose mine, and I’m honored!



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