Spontaneity

So, we have another "big" week-end ahead of us.  My English friends are renewing their vows for their 15th wedding anniversary.  I applaud them. we waited until 25 years and I really don't know why.  Their goal was to re-new every five years and they missed the 10th because of the recession, cost etc.  You know, these days you can't always ask someone to BYO, (bring your own), and even if you do, many don't, they expect you to provide.  In a changing economy, running a Dance, theatre Academy is risky at the very least.  A lot of people have decided these extra curricular things are the cream that needs to be skimmed from the top, and they have.  But, they have survived, through sheer hard work, and belief in what they are doing for the community.  My children have thrived in this environment, and I have seen them come into their own, in gaining confidence speaking, acting, and dancing in front of an audience.  This may seem trivial, but, as we grow up we need to be able to be confident to speak out, and not be afraid to do so.

So with the big adventure, my friend has decided to sew her own dress, which she has on two occasions before, and on many occasions when tutu's or waistcoats, or any other costume you name has to be made.  She is also teaching from 9a.m. until 3.p.m. every day with theme camps at her studio, as well as running a house that has three, hungry children awaiting selections from the kitchen daily.  So, understanding her dilemma, I have an extra three again tonight.  After three nights of excitement on some degree or another, I have ruled the 9.30p.m. bedtime, because, 7.00a.m comes way too soon for me, especially when Rog is in Vegas.

I am sure my multi symptom kid has not taken her medicine properly in the last couple of adventurous nights sleeping over and having her very best friends over twice in one week, so that adds to the excitement as well as the younger three having done three hours of ballet twice in one week, repeating for the next two days, complaining of sore muscles, and aches and pains caused from returning to ballet.  Then, Dustin, had to return to the Doctor today after having an asthma attack a couple of days ago to be given some more medicine and not a clear outcome.  I, personally, think he may be having panic attacks coming out of the frying pan he has been in with Isaiah for the last few years.  I am at this very moment putting that theory into action, and I already suspect I am right.  Adrenalin out of control is a scary thing and can do weird things.

On top of all that, the adventure for the twelve kids tonight was to put the chickens to bed.  One is up a tree, or somewhere, scared to death of so many willing caretakers!  Dustin and Devin have stayed up to find it and put it to bed.  Chickens have taught me many sayings are true.  Spring chicken?  Well chicks are only born in the spring.  Chickens come home to roost?  Yes, extremely true, so creamy chicken is really upset right now.  And my ducks?  Well they really quack me up.  But, the eggs are delicious, and they all, the ducks and the chickens, have personalities, and names I might add.  I am so lucky to be blessed with such a diverse life.  The success overwhelms the failures, and I still believe that if you never try, then you can never succeed.

And, Rog, beware, after this week-end I may want to do the whole re-new thing again at thirty five years.  We are coming up to thirty three amazing, unforgetable years, where I almost think that each year is special, and then I remember Heidi and Seal, and go, oh, ah, what.  But I guess I am not that extravagant or assuming, but only want to remember daily what a special relationship I have with my one of a kind husband.