Big Happenings

Yesterday was the last day of school. Let's all have a moment of victory dancing.... because I now have a 3 month break from making lunches!! I mean, the burden that's been lifted, y'all.

So remember this first day of school pic?

Well, here's the last day of school pic.

It was a great year, lunch-making aside.

And in particular, the spring semester held big and good changes for us.

Jeremy won (earned) Officer of the Year. Super proud wife here. It's a lovely thing to be married to a man who loves his job. It's also a lovely thing when others recognize his hard work.

For a couple of reasons, Jeremy learned of the award before the banquet. Half way through the dinner, my friend leans over and says, "Is Jeremy nervous? He's acting strange." Insert snorting laughter.
My husband can ride ambulances and run into burning buildings and get stitches in his eye like it's no big thang. But ask him to walk in front of people and it's clammy-handed wheels off torture. He had no job but to go up and shake a few hands. No speech. No staring at the crowd. Just accept the award and sit. And bless him, it was just too much.

This is the only time he smiled BEFORE receiving the award. Nerves make him grumpy.

This crew of guys - Lewisville's a lucky city.

Also, this spring semester, I quit my job. Say whaaaa?
Yup. After 10 years with La Quinta, I said my goodbyes. And entered the land of stay at home moms. SAHMs. I'm a SAHM. Since the exodus, I've found myself having to fill out that line that says occupation:_______  I struggled at first. Do I really write SAHM? Seemed strange after years of writing Risk Manager. Also strange to answer, "Has your insurance changed, Mrs. Jones?" Why yes. Yes it has. Let's jump through all those hoops that haven't been jumped in 10 years.

I shall not lie to you. The SAHM business is cut throat. For the first two weeks my system was haywire. I decided to start every project that's been on my to-do list. I jumped straight into meal planning and cooking. (If you think I whine about lunch making....) My house was scrubbed top to bottom. And I worked my fanny off to keep it that way. We had lunches at the park. And took long walks in the wagon. We got out books to work on letters. I was The. Boss.
That lasted two weeks. This boss crashed hard core. My back ached by the end of the day (desk girl wasn't used to being on her feet all day). And I had a melt down when we had to change plans for dinner one night. "But I meal planned! I have a recipe! What will I do with these fresh veggies I bought?!"

I have simmered a smidge. But it will take me a while to find my rhythm. I'll keep you posted.

On the sweeter side, I get to do things like take my boys to swim lessons. What a riot. What a blessing.

Let's see, what else this spring? Oh! Cutler played soccer. And I am glad to report soccer was embraced much better than football. He still melted down at the first practice. Because all things new/different send that child into panic. But Coach Tom became his best friend and we survived. He ran his little heart out each game. Now, don't get me wrong. He rarely touched the ball. Finally confessed that he didn't like everyone watching him. (Daddy can relate. Bahahah!) However, we finally established that next season he'll just pretend that "you and daddy and crew and Jesus are the only ones watching me." Sounds like a plan, bud.

Running!

He's about to kick it in

Instructions from Coach Tom

Biggest Fan (who generally sat in the wagon and ate every snack available)

I'm sure there are things I'm failing to report. But it's probably better that I end this marathon post. Maybe now that I'm a SAHM, I'll keep up with my blogging better. Riiiiight.