Thursday, August 15, 2013

i think i might vomit.

tomorrow is the 1st day of school. 4th & 6th grade prospectively.
everything is ready. outfits chosen, backpacks filled, supplies supplied.

we have met all teachers, toured all buildings and planned pick up and drop off locations.

we have had talks, about boys, and bullies, and other things that you have to remind them of.

i think i might vomit.

for the last 7 months they have been at my side. 24 hours a day. 7 days a week. and no matter how much i have bitched and complained about them always being under foot and never getting any alone time, the thought of them being away from me for 8 hours each day is making it hard to breath.

what if the homeschool i gave them wasn't enough, what if they have fallen behind? what if they don't fit in, cant make friends? what if my artsy, sweet, awkward babies get teased for being that different that i love so much? what if they "fall into the wrong crowd" start smoking and swearing at the elderly?

what if.

what if tomorrow at 7:40am i cant let go.

{p.s. if you want a good cry & a warm heart read this ::sigh::}

Sunday, August 4, 2013

What is a name? and answers to other puzzling questions

well, here we be.

I really want to say, "wow! I have not been here since mothers day! i have missed you guys so much!" but that would;
 1. be a lie, i peek in often, type a few things hit delete and then leave.
B. i haven't really missed it much.

for those of you who have stuck around... thanks! also, don't freak out when you see Call Me Tawny... in your RSS feed.

the new name has been on its way for awhile. i needed a change & Daily Icing wasn't me anymore.  i contemplated starting a whole new blog, started it... sat down to write and drew a complete and utter blank. i felt like i was abandoning one of my children. so new blog deleted, name changed and a whole new look is in the works.

however, don't worry, i will still have my usual mindless wanderings here, and a few tasty treats... but in more of a real tawny kind of way.

i guess to make a very long story short... i no longer give a shit about pleasing everyone. if you like me, then you like me for who i am. i have to stop worrying about what everyone thinks. im 36. its sad it has taken me this long.

so, if your ready to get real with me, and you love me for me... then welcome back!

im gonna bake you a cake, tell you some tales, show you some pictures, and cuss like a sailor. its going to be good.