Pass the buck

Today I want to quit. Quit trying. Quit working. Quit paying. Quit caring.

Sometimes I think it would be easier to fall into the trap and allow my fellow taxpayers to pick up my tab. If I try a little less, maybe we could qualify for WIC and I wouldn't have to pay for Ava's expensive high calorie formula-- or all of my basic groceries for that matter. Heck, if I try even less than that, I may qualify for food stamps! (I wonder if they accept those at Whole Foods???)

If I gamble a little with my kids' well being, I could probably get them qualified for Peachcare-- and maybe those dreaded medical bills would stop showing up in my mailbox, and Ava's exorbitant cost of healthy existence would cease to concern me. ( Do they cover dental??- Andrew's starting to wear the pocketbook in that department too.)

BUT... instead I'll remember that with great sacrifice comes great blessings, and hopefully someday, I'll experiece the joy of informing my children that they OWE me----BIG TIME!

And...he's off.

Someone once told me that the first was the hardest--letting go of the second one would be easier.

Well... they lied.

Maybe the second lets go a little easier, but Mommy struggled just like she did the first time.

My little Ethan is off to preschool and thrilled to be such a big boy.

Ava and I were both happy to pick him up and take him home. I've never been much for "girl time." I guess Ava isn't either. We like our boys!