Must Remember To Breathe

I'm a big time slacker. Dear most awesome bloggy friends… I beg for your forgiveness. You all rule. I offer promises that I will soon be coming 'round your parts. Don't push the toys under the couch. Honestly I am even blind to my own tornado disaster that I call my house. This skill is well developed. I'll be bringing pie, cake, brownies or do you prefer a salty treat? We all seem to either crave sweet goodies or salty munchies. Me, I'm pretty much an 'And' girl. I have been buried under a stack of Häagen-Dazs containers and multiple packages of Baked Lays. I've had to eat my way free. (So much for getting my sexy back.) This phase is called hibernation in Canada. Sleeping and eating doesn't leave room for blogging.

One of my favourite times of the day is when I get the chance to observe a few moments of my children interacting with others at daycare. I love that Buttercup easily joins in with the group of toddlers playing at the rice table. I adore how the Senior Preschoolers turn into the gang from Cheers, crying out the name of each child as they enter the room. A group of them rush over to greet each other with a hug.

Today after the hug routine I turned around to exit. I closed the door and peaked into the window to watch Strawberry join the others that were doing a free style dance movement. To my amazement she was already leading the group around the room in a train like dance. I don't doubt that she is a natural leader. It's amazing how we have certain personality traits that without developing and nurturing still shine from such an early age.

I was driving to work, wishing my CD player would stop skipping. I was in my lane, minding my own business when a bus decided that it would merge into my lane without waiting for me to get ahead. I was looking at the driver so I am sure that he could see me. I had two options - be side swiped by the bus or be forced into oncoming traffic and risk a head on collision. I laid on my horn and swerved to avoid all vehicles. I see the need for a large ass minivan and a much louder horn. Breathe.

I checked out my personalized Google homepage and the top article left me heartbroken. My thoughts are with this Alberta family. It is time for car manufacturers to do something about power windows. Too many children have suffered this fate. As parents we also have to remind ourselves how quickly accidents can happen. Breathe.

To end this rambling, I love that the Tooth Fairy delivers fairy dust. She rocks! Wouldn't it be great if there was a Hair Fairy that delivered money for your discarded hair? A Nail Fairy? Oh yes, I'd do it all for the fairy dust. Hooray for sparkles!