Temporary? Insanity

Dear Fellow in the Red Pick-up Truck,

I like to be fair. I like to think that when someone whizzes past me on the road that perhaps something very, very serious is going on and I should be sympathetic rather than annoyed. But when someone suddenly speeds up because, heaven forbid, a mini-van is trying to merge in front of them, I become a little suspicious. And when that speed is of such an intensity and suddenness that it nearly muscles the poor defenseless mini-van driver (and her three small children) off the road, I have even greater difficulty believing that, oh say…you’re rushing someone to hospital or on your way to diffuse a bomb.

I would even go so far as to say that NOTHING in your life is worth risking the lives of my children over.

Slow down and cut the jerk act. There’s probably a decent human being hiding in there.

Good Luck With That!
The Lady in the Silver Mini-Van

Dear House,

The doctor said not to clean you. Neener neener neener!

Affectionately,
Your Former Slave

Dear Abdomen,

It’s been two weeks and suddenly NOW you’re infected? Talk about lulling a gal into a false sense of security! Heal quickly or I’ll let Emma and Becca tickle you. Repeatedly.

Seriously Ticked Off,
The Rest of the Body

Dear Becca,

Thank you for forgiving me enough to give me five hugs, eleven kisses, and four pretending-to-eat-my-ear-offs. When you prayed last night and thanked Heavenly Father “that all my family comed home” it really hit everything home.

You are amazing. I’m so glad to be witnessing the fact in person again.

Love you to bits!
Your Mummy

Dear Emma,

When you listen you are the best, most helpful daughter on the face of planet earth. I am so struck by your empathy and your desire to serve. In those moments I just cannot hug you tight enough or love you openly enough to show you how wonderful you are.

Other times it’s like the invasion of the alien body snatchers. Seriously! What’s with the sudden ear blockage and giddily doing exactly-what-mummy-just-politely-asked-you-not-to-do?

Ah well, the sweet side of you is the bigger side so I guess I can learn to deal.

Love You More than Chocolate!
Your Mummy

Dear Claira,

I adore you.

What happened to the three hour stretches of sleep though? What’s with the up every hour all night long thing? There’s no question that you’re worth it but could I have a WEE bit more sleep? Pretty please?

Writing From a Place of Sleep Deprivation Induced Delirium,
Your Loving Mummy

Dear Neil,

You are a saint. Always have been to put up with what I dish out, but now, to be handling our crazy chaotic demanding-so-much-of-you life with the grace that you do. Wow. Just wow. I can’t find the words to communicate how much I love and respect you. More and more from moment to moment.

Thank you for loving the me that I am, and the me that I can be, all at the same time.

Amazedly,
Your Wife

Dear Kim,

Stop talking to yourself. People are looking at you funny.

Cheers,
You