Will I ever sleep soundly again??

Okay, so I love sleep.  I have always been a napper and my mother has always bragged what a wonderful sleeper I was as a baby.  There is even a funny story about how when I was two years old, my mother could not find me in our shore house.  She frantically searched the whole house with my grandmother and then apparently freaked out my father in Philadelphia calling him and saying she could not find me.  Can you imagine what was racing through his mind?? This was1979, before cell phones and my poor father must have been frantic on his way down the shore worrying about his precious baby girl(ME).  The story has a cute ending that they found me napping under the bed.  Why I never questioned my mother on why I was unsupervised, I do not know.  Point being....I love sleeping.  After a long day of school in college or maybe when I should have been in class, I could be found curled up on the couch or snuggled in my comfy bed.  Even when I entered the workforce, I still slept to the very last minute and then would nap when I returned home....bonus, I was a teacher and would be home earlier than normal and could squeeze in a nap before dinner.  Also a favorite picture was the pic of me sleeping in funny places, like on a bus.  Fast forward to now, my children are four and six, gone are the days of waking up in the middle of the night for feedings.  One might think that I would be able to resume the dream of uninterrupted sleep in my amazing bed.....FALSE!!!!!!  For some reason unknown to me, my boys are sleep ninjas.  A sleep ninja has the ability to crawl into their parent's room and slip into the bed without waking anyone up.  The sleep ninja inflicts stiff necks to the unsuspecting mother as she tries to compensate for the extra people in her bed with crazy sleeping positions.  If only I could attach bells on them to wake me up.  Not only do I sleep through this, my dog joins in on the fun and hogs the entire bottom of my bed.  All I would like is one night where I do not wake up to my little ninjas in my bed.  If you feel my pain, literally, in my neck....feel free to send money for a bigger bed:)

Stop calling me for no reason

My son's teacher calls me to give me updates on almost everything he does wrong.  I get a phone call at least every three weeks. Today was one of those days.  So my son points with his middle finger.  I always noticed this was weird, but it is what it is.  He is in first grade and has no clue what it means.  She calls today to tell me 4 kids said he pointed his middle finger at someone.  Of course, she explained it was a mean finger and he lost recess.  He was so upset when I spoke to him about it. "But mommy, all fingers are good fingers.  I didn't do anything wrong.  I wish we only had pinkies so my teacher wouldn't yell at me."  When I spoke to his teacher, I assumed he knew it was a bad finger, but after I spoke with him it became very clear to me that his classmates knew it was a bad finger and that is why they tattled on him.   My son was crying and saying he never wants to go back to school because kids get him in trouble.  I am a sucker for tears, so now I feel bad and want to say something to his teacher about it.  I won't, instead I will complain about her on this blog.  She is a wonderful teacher, but at this moment in time I am mad at her for making my awesome kid cry.  Of course, my kid is in no way responsible for anything wrong , he is just like his mommy....perfect.  Did you ever get annoyed at your child's teacher??  I used to teach before I was a counselor, so I have been on the other side of the desk.  I know I bothered some parents and they did not find me to be totally amazing.  However, I know I never called parents over kids being kids.  And so you know I am not over reacting, the phone call last month was because he forgets to put his chair on his desk before he leaves for the day....come on!!!!!!!!

I guess I will try to blog

So a couple of my friends have their own blogs.  Why, I often asked myself would one blog?? I never have been a fan of writing.  Refused to keep a journal when counselors would suggest it, struggled through research papers in graduate school and despise every aspect of paperwork associated with my job.  But I have a curious nature and always am looking for ways to improve myself, although follow through is a problem.  So I am going to give it a try.  I am not going to philosophize about anything, my mind doesn't work that way.  I am a straight shooter.. whatever is in my head will end up here.  I also received a new camera and want to try the thing where you post a picture everyday.  I will be doing that here once I figure this all out.  Hope you laugh a little or feel good about yourself when you see how crazy my days can seem.