Last weekend was the first weekend in about six weeks that I actually enjoyed. The weeks have been busy, full of going and coming which has left me with little time to think. When the weekend has rolled around, I've had emotional overload because I finally had to stop and think. But this past weekend I actually felt happy, something I hadn't been able to feel in a while. And because the weekend didn't involve an emotional upheaval, I haven't had to start my week with an up-hill climb. I am so thankful for this past weekend. Perhaps many people wouldn't recognize the blessing of being happy, or even just not sad, but I do and for me, it is no small blessing. I am thankful that my family seems to be doing well, my granny is at peace, and I am at peace (for the most part).

In regards to keeping busy, I am surely busy. I am working back at the pre-school and am teaching the 5 year olds. Last week we went on 4 field trips - bowling, the movies, the Waco Zoo, and to a place called The Bounce where there are about 10 moon bounces set up for the kids to play. This week so far we have been to Gattitown and the movies, and will go to the library and the Oil Ranch in Hockley. These trips are really fun but really stressful because of the loading and unloading of the children and their seats. Getting 16 children buckled in is no easy task. Then at places like Gattitown, the zoo, and the Oil Ranch, keeping them together is a major elevation in stress levels. But it is really fun and I really like the kids. I had quite a few of them before when they were 3 years old so they knew me and I knew them, or at least the major difficulties I may face with some of them. One child in particular tends to grate on my nerves. It is not that I do not like this child but these kids are little people and adults sometimes annoy each other, as do children. Anyway, this child is constantly, and I mean CONSTANTLY complaining about something. She will complain if her food touches, or there is a spot on her finger, or someone looks at her....no joke. If I had a dollar for every time she has already cried over someone looking at her, I could probably buy the laptop I want. And it's only the middle of JUNE! This child is very, very high maintenance. I pray for patience with that child every hour of every day it seems. Two more months to go!!!

Other than that, summer is going as well as can be expected at this point. It's hot but then again, I live in Texas!!! Hot is normal!!!

D-Day and inner thoughts

My blogging lately has been sporadic because there is a lot going on in my life right now and it has been difficult to find time to write. Actually, time has been limited because I have been working a lot but really things in my life have been difficult in general which have made me not want to do much of anything except come home and sleep after work. Writing is very emotional for me because it is something I love so dearly. When I write I feel I can be my true self. But in the recent weeks that has been difficult.

I learned several years ago that if one is not true to oneself, one cannot be true to anyone else. If I am not completely honest with me, then what I portray to others is a lie. The down side to that is that people may not always like who you really are. But in reality, if they don't like who you really are, are they really that important? They don't have to live with you and without them life can go on, but you always must live with yourself.

Today is the 66th anniversary of D-Day when the Allies stormed the beaches at Normandy. My grandfather, my mother's father, arrived at Normandy two days after and marched across France and into Germany. Along the way he was run over by a tank but was unharmed because he quickly flattened himself into a ditch as the tank rolled over him. Later, he and his unit were bombed in their shelter and he was sent home unconscious and awoke only after being back in the states for several weeks. I have only a few memories of my grandfather but I am so proud of the service he gave to our country. And I am thankful that God provided him a way back to health because 20 years later he adopted my mother and gave her stability and love that she may never have known.