me to a T - Tracey Odachowski

(can you stand it? Three days of posts in a row!)

So about this word…”Boring.”

It seems to be Gabe’s favorite new word. Of course, the funny part is the way he says it, but I guess I can’t add that here. Basically, however, whenever he doesn’t want something, he says it is ‘Boring.’

-Mom, I want to buy 5 books. Cuz 4 books is BORing.

-I don’t want to listen to this side of the tape, cuz it’s BORing.

-Emily threw my crayon on the floor…that’s BORing!

-I don’t want to go to bed yet cuz that’s BORing.

-I want to have a play date at John and Alex’s house. Cuz play dates at my house is BORing.

Get the idea??? This is what I listen to all day long. And you know what? It’s getting kind of BORing. Grrrr. Life with a 5-year-old.

All week I’ve been dreading today. Actually, I’ve been dreading it for the past 365 days. One year ago today, that awesome man you see above was killed because some guy just HAD to have the cd that was in the floor of his car and ran a stop sign. That’s my Uncle Wayne. And I still miss him. Alot.

I made that page several months ago, kind of as a healing process. It felt good. I still love that page. It helped. But I still miss him. It’s still sinking in, probably because I didn’t get to see him often anyway since we live far away. But there are days when all I can do is think of him. Last week, I suddenly realized that I was singing, “Are you Washed in the Blood of the Lamb” at the top of my lungs while driving down I-64. That was the song that Mom, TJ, and I sang at his funeral. That was his favorite. And it just popped in my head the other day.

So, I got through today. I only cried once. I have a headache now from not sleeping. But maybe, now that I made it through today, I’ll get some better sleep this week.

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And, because I have a thing about never ending a thought badly, I’ll end with this. To my dear husband…I know you read my blog. You confess that you read my blog. Feel free to leave a loving comment every once in a while!!! (or, will that give away your secret that you aren’t really working when you are at work?????)