Life is Short...

I would rather stab forks into my eyes than take 4 kids to a swim party! Nice opening, huh? No seriously- I would- but since Birdpapa didn't do the dishes & I had no clean forks (our leftover Taco Bell sporks don't work- I tried) I had to pack all 4 Birdkids up and take them.
Birdpapa was working late, or so he says. He seems to forget I know his boss personally & stopping for beers with birdbrain friends doesn't constitute working- or "net"working as he says. So 2 bags, 5 towels, multiple diapers & swimmers, 1 life jacket, & oh yeah, 4 excited birdboys with 1 frazzled Queenbird we were out the door to their swim extravaganza.
When I first got the evite I was completely irritated with my friend, J~ also a mother of 4. How could she do this to me? Doesn't she realize I just had a baby...like 6 months ago? Whatever, 6 months is like yesterday in baby land and I'm nowhere near the size 4 I was before I got preggers- whatever...the number doesn't matter- whoever said that should be shot.

Sorry, had a squirrel moment.

Anyway, her 4 kids range in age from 1st grade to high school so she's had more time to lose weight and looks great. This darn swim party is all about me anyway. So needless to say I was not looking forward to showing up in a suit, with no husband and kids running all over the place.

3 hours later and after a long talk with my friend J, I realized none of this is about me... Damn! Life is short, forget the stress, forget the size, forget what people think of you (or me)...the kids had a ball, they love their Queenbird, and the Birdpapa showed up (late)and minus the beer breath--- he actually did work late! So I was put in my place. God told me.

Life is short...
Jolene passed away yesterday holding her daughter's hand while the rest of the family looked on. A special lady...we will miss her!