Thank God it’s Friday!

Boy, I’m not keeping up at all in the blogosphere. This whole back-to-school/co-chair of the 6th Grade Fundraising committee thing is REALLY time consuming. I’d like to say, “bummer for me!” but I’m feeling grateful that I don’t have to get up at the crack of dawn (oh wait, I do, to get the kids up and out), but I don’t have to go to school and do a mountain of homework every single afternoon, day in and day out for the next 10-to-16 years… like my kids in 6th and 1st grades. Thankful for that, I’ll go ahead and embrace all the little changes coming my way…

1. I’m thankful that I have the luxury of NOT working at this point in our lives. Since I officially left the corporate workforce 10 years ago, I’ve consistently kept my pump-clad foot in the proverbial corporate door and my suits pressed in the closet (just in case) dabbling in part-time, staff and/or contract work, on- and off-site positions. But, I finally resigned my contract as a business writer/editor last May to be home with the kids for the Summer. Fortunately, Hubby’s recent and well-deserved promotion puts us in the position of staying this course so I can attend to the kids’ special needs which requires special attention that I just didn’t have much time for when I was working for “the man.” Though the phone keeps ringing with new opportunities, my high heels and suits are stowed in the closet and, I  think, I am finally moving on from my past career toward Phase II… special needs parenting and maybe special education lawyering! It took me 50 years and three kids to get here and figure out what I think I want to be when I grow up!

2. Speaking of 50 years, I recently tore that birth date from the daily calendar and irreverently tossed it in the trash. I heard that turning 50 is liberating now that I’m officially over the hump and on the downhill side of life, according to my dear friend Lori Z. As such, I’m apparently at liberty to say what I want AND to say “no” when I don’t want. Per the theory, when that second-hand clicked over on my 50th year, I was suddenly smacked upside the head with the realization that life is short — now that I’m halfway to the finish line, optimistically — and I should no longer waste time doing anything I don’t want to do. Whether I buy it or not, I like the concept  of learning to say “no” and plan to exercise my new-found 50-year-old right to do so. In the two days since I turned that page, nobody’s asked me to do anything I don’t want to do but would previously have felt compelled to say yes to… But, watch out! I’m running down opportunities to flex my 50-year-old muscles in this regard!

SIDE BAR: My good friend, Nicole, gave me a beautiful heart pendant on leather chain that reads, “If you want to love yourself, do something you love to do!” Relevant advice for this old gal! That’s exactly what I’m going to do with all the free time I find after saying “no” to everything else!

3. And, while we’re on the subject of “NO,” I don’t feel any older than I did the day before my special day earlier this week! In fact, several months ago, I did some superficial self-reflection, assisted by O Magazine, and realized that it’s not the number on my birth certificate that bugs me, it’s the number on my scale. So, if I actually exercise my 50-year-old right to say “no” (see above) to all the things that pull me away from exercising, eating right and taking care of Mama, I think my post-50 weight could start tipping the scales back in my favor! This 50-year-old girl has hope!

Image4. I’m grateful for over-the-counter medicine and for the upbeat attitude of my sick Little Men! My Big Little Man is pretty sick… yet still smiling. True to his typical good nature, he informed that me he wasn’t feeling well — as if I could miss the blood-tinged schmutz coming out of his nose and his sexy new Brenda Vacarro voice that sounds like he’s swallowing marbles when he talks… the result of three nights of coughing! With a hug and a smile, he left it  in my hands to do what I could to help him. A dropper-full of cough suppressant later and he’s sleeping peacefully on the couch beside me.

The other Little Man is on the downward spiral — following, two days later, in his brother’s footsteps. After minimal sneezing and coughing the past two days, he let me know this morning that his throat is really bothering him. A half-dose of ibuprofen eased his discomfort and he’s been pleasant enough,  lounging on the couch watching Victorious and iCarly. (Update: ssh, it appears he’s fallen asleep!)

And, sadly, I’ve got it too… the sore throat that marks the onset and a low-grade fever have been plaguing me all day… until I took an ibuprofen. Recognizing I’m on the downward spiral with my Little Men, I do feel significant relief. So, for today, a big thanks to the over-the-counter pharmaceutical industry that produces all the over-the-counter meds that help me and mine muddle through! (Pics: the Old Soul’s twin cats keep watch over my sleeping twin boys)

5. Honorable mention and special appreciation goes to my hubby. Not because he threw me a wonderful surprise 50th — he didn’t actually pull that off (yet) — but because he thought to buy me an orange ice cream cake (my favorite color and flavor… ice-cream, that is) and gave me the most awesome card — a true Hallmark moment — that said exactly how he feels about me, about us, and about our life… with a few of his own heartfelt words mixed in there. Being the quintessential non-communicator, that’s information I’m not often privy to and I really appreciate it as I climb huffing and puffing over the hump of 50… Nearly as good, the cake and card came with THE most awesome gift… a REAL, grown-up (ya know, now that I’m 50) digital camera! Something I’ve coveted for a long time but would never be so extravagant to purchase for myself. It feels wonderful to realize that he thinks I’m worth it.

So, look for an improvement in the images I include in my posts… that is, once I learn how to actually use the darn thing!


About Maggie

I'm a stay-at-home mother of 3 children including a 15-year-old daughter, the Old Soul, and 11-year-old identical twin boys who've been blessed with an extra 21st chromosome (aka: Down Syndrome). I happily spend my time doing all that I can do -- breaking the proverbial box wide open -- to foster my children's development and then sharing what I learn with you through this blog.
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