Breath deeply. Just breath.

That is what I have to tell myself every day. There has been so much going on and so little time to tell or not even finding the right words.

Drama I am so sick of 8th grade drama! Petty little teenage girls. I didn't know it would get so bad. Who thought little sweet girls could be so evil. Yep, that's right, EVIL. Mine's not evil but she is not a saint either. One minute they are all friends and turn around back stabbing each other. I know in high school it gets better but enough is enough. I also feel the parents are in on this also. One parent, just wants her daughter to be #1 and she will do anything to get her daughter there. She doesnt even care who they walk over or what pull they use. *off soap box*

We are doing softball and summer basketball for the high school. Thats right high school. She got to be a starter on the jv team. I am one proud momma. The older girls were telling her good job and one parent even came up and praised her. She did that all on her own. She got there with her skills. She still is unsure of her skills but they will come in time. We moved up a level in softball and have had a week off back to the grind.

Europe is around the corner. Britt is getting so jazzed for it. Two more classes and she will be a Senior, where did the time go? She has been working like a fool to rack up some bank.

We hit another year without their dad. For some reason or another Britt and I were rather angry. Another, mile stone he missed. He has been gone longer than the girls were alive. So unfair. That is another post for another day when I have my thoughts and questions more together to share. I did start a journal shortly after he died. I have been thinking about sharing my thoughts soon on here. They were so raw back then, now I think they are just pushed to the side so I don't have to deal with them. Does anyone ever deal with death? I still can't. It just is so unfair and stinks. I could go on more but I don't want to right now.

We spent the day with the boys and their class at OMSI. It was pretty fun but let me tell you, I would much rather have 40 8th graders than 20 1st and 2nd graders. I came home and had a nice glass of wine or two. I just forgot how much engery they all had. They are just so dang cute but.................
Parker is home sick today, fever and body aches. Thought this crap was over?! The sun is out today and only 3 days of school left. Yep! 3 days before the headache begins. I wonder how much wine I am going to need this summer? haha