Breaking the curse!

The curse know as Obsessive Compulsion Disorder (OCD). For those of you that don't know OCD is a anxiety disorder in which certain rituals are a way of life intrusive fears/thoughts if things are not done in the right way.

Last week I showed up to drop my son off at school at the normal time. As the teachers were leaving for there lunch I sat waiting.. 45 minutes later I was able to walk Parker into his class. 45 yes I said FORTY FIVE minutes!! I have always struggled with time lying about the start time of certain events to allow me that half an hour to be early. Late just isn't an option. Sitting in my car watching the teachers leave so casually really brought it home to me just how serious things had become. Time to change!

I am on day 2 of change..

Lets start with yesterday. I arrived at school dropping big lumpy off at 8:45, Usually 8:30.. I then dropped little lumpy at 12:20, Usually 12:00.. I arrived at 3:10 and parked in a different space. It proved too much and the anxiety was through the roof being late and in the wrong space? it wasn't good and put in a really rotten mood the rest of the day.

Today, dropped off this morning at 8:30. (baby steps) Kindergarten drop off at 12:10 and although I parked in the same space I arrived late(er) my anxiety is still high but I lived!

I have a goal of ten minutes early in a different parking space daily by the end of the school year..

I can and will break this curse!

Made just for him!

We have been trying to get ahead on school shopping. It has proven quite eventful. right down to my sitting on the floor in the children's section of wal~mart crying my little socks off because Parker just doesn't fit into any of the clothes. Now I am sure you are thinking "shouldn't the clothes fit the child"? Not in Parker's case measuring in at a giant...

19" waist and 35" tall weighing in at 29lb when soaking wet and 5 years old.

He is a force to be reckoned with. Don't let the small stature blind you. Out of my 3 children he may measure/weigh in as the smallest but he has one huge personality! 

Having a short child with a huge personality can be so hard We started the day excited for Kindergarten and excited to go buy new clothes but both came home crying. No luck. The 2T's although fit in the length (the waist had the adjustable waistband) just had way too much fabric on the butt. They are designed with a toddler in mind that wears a diaper. Parker must have tried on 30 pairs of trousers yesterday going in and out of almost every store imaginable heading home with 0, yes I said ZERO! 

driving around town today I figured I would go and check out Bealls, It isn't a store I go into often (Not sure why) but off we went. Cody, Parker, Emmy and myself determined to find a pair of trousers that fit!

HELLO LEVI'S 514! We found 2 pairs in blue that were slim straight leg 2T!!

Parker very excitedly just kicked his shoes off right there in the children's section and pulled his little shorts down practically screaming "These fit mommy, I like these, They're gonna fit you'll see"! I was honestly just thankful he put underwear on, He isn't a fan.. 

What do you know, Those 2 pairs of levi's not only looked good but they fit Parker with room for growth (Should he of course decide to grow anymore) no extra fabric on the butt just an adjustable waistband. Had they had more I would have bought them. alas, they did not. Still 2 pair of jeans that do not have holes in them from continued use are sitting next to a very proud young man.

Yesterday was emotionally draining for all of us, Parker suffered in a way I will never fully understand. Today was definitely a blessing. My sweet boy knew that his search was over, He knew those Jeans were made just for him!

Never to suffer would mean never to have been blessed. (Edgar Allan Poe)

If you could live in a musical, Would you?

Imagine the possibilities of being able to say what you want in song and live with no regret sing your little heart out with each mood.. Wake up the next morning and hide behind the music (or the beer), it didn't mean anything it was just a song.. A great song. A classic song! Sing of love sing of joy sing of rock and roll.. Tonight my choice would indeed be rock and roll. Short skirt, short shirt a beer in one hand maybe even both, a constant musical rhythm fueling each stride. Going out dancing there would be no need to go to a night club, the streets would be full of people singing your song, sweaty but in the groove like tomorrow will always be better because for now we have today. 

I used to be a party girl, Short skirts see through shirts high heels and beer in hand.. Tonight I wish I could have a glimpse of that, Not perhaps the beer but the dancing, the volume, walking around town like it owed me something (Which I still haven't figured out why I thought that, I did) Growing up is so easy to do those days are far behind me and yet I still feel the need to get up and dance. Dance like I have never danced before Happy, Excited, Content with everything I have accomplished in life even the failures for without them I wouldn't be where I am today!

So I ask you, if you could live in a musical, Would you?

Hell Freakin YEAH!!

My song..

Pour some sugar on me-Def Leopard.