My OperaA Boring Summer Day
Sunday, July 23, 2006 6:22:46 PM
All of the girls are back together with me now, all four of them. For the most part of the summer they have been scattered with grandma and camp and, well, wherever they wanted to stay for a night or two. And yes, I did know the family. 
But now that the 4 completely different personalities are back together they are now melding together into one big ball of never ending energy that doesn't seem to want to stop. I don't remember, as a child, being as bored as my children 'claim' to be....it amazes me how incredibly bored 4 girls can become.
Seeing how they were on the edge of dying of boredom, I let them get into my paints, sketch pads, crafts, hot glue and about everything that I have ever spent money on to make myself happy for a few fleeting moments.....things that I release my creative energy into. But these things are not only for me, I know. I want my girls to also 'release their creative energy' as well. Obviously, construction paper and markers and Elmar's glue are not good enough for them.
So, now I sit on the computer....the last thing that I have to call my own. "I will kill if you break my computer" Sound harsh?? Oh well, this is my escape from the death trap of cooking, cleaning and normal household duties. Whine yes, I know. This morning was the normal routine, church, roast in oven, husband sleeping, kids fighting, go for walk, check Opera if when I have time.
Well, I am happy but am looking forward to school starting. August 14 is my lucky day. But, they get out early! Whyyy??? After a long summer with bored children, why? ohh why do they let them out at 1:00 pm??? It is a slap in the mother's face, a message from the school that says, "DON'T FORGET THE KIDS ARE STILL YOURS!" MUAHHHH HAAA HAAA!
OUCH! Thanks for that slap school......I needed it. But I love them and everything will be okay.....on August 15th when they have a whole day and bring home HOMEWORK. No more boredom then!! Heheheheheh! Plus we are broke from the grocery bills this summer.
More later,
Sarah
PS- A poem that I wrote last summer when I was feeling the same way.
Behavior, Please!
Friday, 12. August 2005, 01:20:14
Golden bracelets and rings, little lacy dresses.
Beautiful ringlets flowing throughout curly tresses.
Sitting with the dolls that are dressed as well as her.
Playing so quietly in her room, there is not a stir.
Her coming up to me to kiss me gingerly on the cheek,
Saying "I love you, mommy." It surely makes me weak.
Those are some of the things, I thought my girl would be.
How wrong I was and after 12 years now I really see!
That the dreams I had of my princess, have faded far away.
The nightmare that I tell you, is what has happened just today.
Fighting with the Taylor boys just down the street,
Is not something that I find sweet.
Worm guts and dirt under her nails,
for the baby bird that "Accidentally fell."
Running through the house tracking mud on my floor.
Really, is not something that I adore.
Gulping down her milk, eating fast what I prepare.
Please honey! Sip your milk, get the food out of your hair!
She broke a window today with a bat and ball,
This is not good behavior, at all! at all!
Ok, I have to realize that the princess that I dreamed,
Is now a vivid, active girl full of magic as it seems.
Doing all the things that any boy can do and more.
Nothing in this world will hold her, it's all open doors.
Special girl, knowing you may never like the look of gold.
Sitting with dolls, may be to you "Just plain old!"
Having clean hair and nails, is not high on your list.
Instead you settle to take a walk through the morning mist.
Your interest lies in nature, animals, lively things.
I find that so intriguing, you are a wonderful being!
Come to think, you kind of remind me of myself,
I would also leave the dolls to sit upon the shelf.
So take hold, the world is at your fingertips.
And don't forget it's ok to gulp instead of taking sips.
I love you girls.
(c) Sarah Bell
But now that the 4 completely different personalities are back together they are now melding together into one big ball of never ending energy that doesn't seem to want to stop. I don't remember, as a child, being as bored as my children 'claim' to be....it amazes me how incredibly bored 4 girls can become. Seeing how they were on the edge of dying of boredom, I let them get into my paints, sketch pads, crafts, hot glue and about everything that I have ever spent money on to make myself happy for a few fleeting moments.....things that I release my creative energy into. But these things are not only for me, I know. I want my girls to also 'release their creative energy' as well. Obviously, construction paper and markers and Elmar's glue are not good enough for them.
So, now I sit on the computer....the last thing that I have to call my own. "I will kill if you break my computer" Sound harsh?? Oh well, this is my escape from the death trap of cooking, cleaning and normal household duties. Whine
yes, I know. This morning was the normal routine, church, roast in oven, husband sleeping, kids fighting, go for walk, check Opera if when I have time. Well, I am happy but am looking forward to school starting. August 14 is my lucky day. But, they get out early! Whyyy??? After a long summer with bored children, why? ohh why do they let them out at 1:00 pm??? It is a slap in the mother's face, a message from the school that says, "DON'T FORGET THE KIDS ARE STILL YOURS!" MUAHHHH HAAA HAAA!
OUCH! Thanks for that slap school......I needed it. But I love them and everything will be okay.....on August 15th when they have a whole day and bring home HOMEWORK. No more boredom then!! Heheheheheh! Plus we are broke from the grocery bills this summer.
More later,
Sarah
PS- A poem that I wrote last summer when I was feeling the same way.
Behavior, Please!
Friday, 12. August 2005, 01:20:14
Golden bracelets and rings, little lacy dresses.
Beautiful ringlets flowing throughout curly tresses.
Sitting with the dolls that are dressed as well as her.
Playing so quietly in her room, there is not a stir.
Her coming up to me to kiss me gingerly on the cheek,
Saying "I love you, mommy." It surely makes me weak.
Those are some of the things, I thought my girl would be.
How wrong I was and after 12 years now I really see!
That the dreams I had of my princess, have faded far away.
The nightmare that I tell you, is what has happened just today.
Fighting with the Taylor boys just down the street,
Is not something that I find sweet.
Worm guts and dirt under her nails,
for the baby bird that "Accidentally fell."
Running through the house tracking mud on my floor.
Really, is not something that I adore.
Gulping down her milk, eating fast what I prepare.
Please honey! Sip your milk, get the food out of your hair!
She broke a window today with a bat and ball,
This is not good behavior, at all! at all!
Ok, I have to realize that the princess that I dreamed,
Is now a vivid, active girl full of magic as it seems.
Doing all the things that any boy can do and more.
Nothing in this world will hold her, it's all open doors.
Special girl, knowing you may never like the look of gold.
Sitting with dolls, may be to you "Just plain old!"
Having clean hair and nails, is not high on your list.
Instead you settle to take a walk through the morning mist.
Your interest lies in nature, animals, lively things.
I find that so intriguing, you are a wonderful being!
Come to think, you kind of remind me of myself,
I would also leave the dolls to sit upon the shelf.
So take hold, the world is at your fingertips.
And don't forget it's ok to gulp instead of taking sips.
I love you girls.
(c) Sarah Bell
