So...

...I've always wanted to blog. I did a spot of it back on myspace...yeah, I know...and when I did that I managed to make a bunch of people mad...ANYWAY...

The trouble is, I'm not really that clever -- and you'd think I should be considering that I teach 4th grade WRITING of all things, have an awesome husband, three incredible children and lead a generally satisfying life...well, maybe you'd not think I should...hmmmm the arguments for my not doing this are stacking up.

I'm 33 (proud to be 33...looking forward to 34) and I'm in my second year of teaching. I'm graciously going gray, I found a handful of grays and was really tickled.  My husband scoffed at my delight, as I counted each of them  I think I'm up to nearly a dozen -- I'm sure it (my delight) won't last long as I am overly vain at times but for the last year I've enjoyed my 12 gray hairs that glisten in my dark undyed hair. 

I graduated college at 31 - just in time for teachers everywhere to be laid off, making it the hardest time ever to be a teacher. I'm a classic "life got in the way of my dreams" case, and I can't honestly say that I'm sad about it.  Could life have been easier? Oh heck YES!  Could life be harder? I'm sure it could...but not by much.  Could I have gone on that trans-Europe backpack trip that I planned and planned with my best friend from the time I was 12 if life hadn't gotten in the way? Probably...well, probably not. See, it's easier to blame it on life getting in the way rather than my apparent and glaring lack of follow-through.  I'll be surprised if I can finish this entry...ummm...keep a blog.

None-the-less it all boils down to one simple sentence:  I am immeasurably blessed.

Despite the preteen-I-hate-my-life-and-everyone-in-it angst of my oldest daughter and my youngest the-world-is-melting-if-I-can't-have-a-pouch-drink-right-now daughter.  I am immeasurably blessed.  Maybe because I have my the-rules-state-you-must-follow-them-to-a-tee-or-the-universe-WILL-implode son that keeps me grounded.  Then there's my husband, that tolerates us all (and does a great job at it I might add). It took a lot of training to get him as good as he is now...not that I'm taking credit for the training -- he went through a lot of trial and error self-training.  Like I said...it really just boils down to, no matter the trials and tribulations...pain and panic...suffering and....another "s" word since I've got the alliteration thing going here...I am immeasurably blessed.