Thursday, August 21, 2014

A Solution to Misplacing To-Do Lists
Day 49-Year 3
Team Zybko
August 21, 2014


Baby Daddy was out of town so the kids were all hunkered down in my bed in hopes they would convince me they should just sleep in here for the night. Giggling, cuddling, cutting up, and still awake way past a normal school night bedtime I refused to glance at the clock on my iPhone. I feared the worst, it was probably around midnight. You could cut the dread with a knife, a real schedule was just a few short days away so we were living up the last little bit of summer freedom, no alarm clocks and no particular agenda. 

The next thing I know La La begins first grade art 101 on my right leg, Drexel starts on my left, then I join in on the fun. Doesn't everyone have sharpies easily assessable on their nightstand for this purpose? Duh. That's when the light bulb turned on dimly above my head. A solution to misplacing stuff. YES! I can't blame it on aging, I just seem to always have a few lists going on at a time. I am forever loosing my to-do lists, scribbled on the blank side of junk mail envelopes, an old receipt or a folded over index card. 

This drives Baby Daddy crazy.
 He says, You could probably put that kinda of information on your smart phone or a handy dandy specific soccer mom organizer, you know, like a normal person makes sure they don't forget anything important. (he would never say handy dandy, just work with me)

Hey Buddy, it's not like I forget to pick up the kids or anything, I just fail to remember we need dish soap, crazy glue and new finger nail clippers. 

I can't stand organizers, they put me in a box. I feel suffocated when everything is pre-labeled and such.

Ahem....honey babes, if you recall, I wasn't the one who failed to pick up Delaney from Kindergarten while I was post labor, double fisting carrot cake while nursing and gazing into the eyes of our newborn baby

I always bring that up, it's a cheap shot but it's literally the only thing I have on his otherwise squeaky clean record. His rap sheet is super short, probably because he uses a handy dandy busy guy organizer. He then shakes his head, in the most loving way and walks away, knowing he will certainly not get through or change the ideas of this non-normal girl.

The upper thigh, permanent marker list worked out well until about isle #3 of Aldi.  Apparently it looks a bit odd for a shopper to stop smack dab in front of the frozen section, mumble a bunch of stuff while repeatedly peering down the inside of her yoga pants. And let me tell you, to get you cray cray glances at Aldi's, at least the one we frequent is really saying something. It's saying, Lady you are definitely bonafide cray cray. I love these customers, they are unique, free spirited and they come in diverse packaging, biodegradable of course. I'm not discouraged though, I did mange to make out the words, hummus and milk before security rounded the corner. 

I try and always learn form my mistakes, at least that's what I read once in an inspirational planner sometime back in 1992.  Next time I will start the list at my ankles, right above my flip flops and make sure Baby Daddy is with me for all the fun!   

Friday, August 15, 2014

Tender Hearted as Kids Leave for College 
Day 48-Year 3
Team Zybko
August 15, 2014

My heart has been super tender for my friends dropping off their babies at college for the first time, or even the second, third or fourth time. Hang in there, it's tough but we can be brave, right? Yes, we can do it! I write from a mommas point of view yet I realize this transition isn't easy on Dads and siblings left behind either. 


The first time you send your 'Baby' off to college is a big deal. The heart knows this, it responds and hurts in a big way. No matter what kind of extensive preparation, it's quite impossible to protect yourself against the fragile emotions of the season. Just the way it goes. You see a mommas love grows exponentially from before day one and gets bigger with each savory, priceless memory made. 

A parents heart has a unique way of soaking up the special moments spent together, like a huge over sized kitchen sponge that never ever squeezes out the good times shared. Loading up on love, joy, happiness and pride til your heart threatens to explode right out of your chest. On occasion, with no warning at all, drops of your heart can in fact leak out, rolling down smoothly against your gently worn soccer mom cheeks. 

 No worries, the storage capacity for Kodak moments gets bigger and bigger as the candles blown out become more and more crowded on each passing birthday cake. From your babies first steps to those same feet of your teenager stepping across the stage at their High School Graduation and a gazillion other post worthy events in between. All of them get crammed in there, limitless amount of room in a mommas heart, no extra fee, 24/7 available access. 

It's hard to believe how time flies by, almost 2 decades whirl and whiz past you quicker than your brain can comprehend. The times they drove you crazy, the times they dabbled in breaking the rules, the times they left messy rooms, the times hormonal episodes seemed to hard to handle, the times they declared, why not? Everyone else is doing it. Those times don't seem to matter. Those times easily find an escape route right out of this metaphoric childhood heart sponge. Drip, drip, drip. No room for that stuff. Nope, no way. That nonsense doesn't seem to even make a blip on the radar as you cram the family SUV full of dorm room goodies as if Bed Bath and Beyond exploded in the backseat. 

Driving the last few miles to the exit determined by the dash board GPS may wind up being the hardest. Turning, you strain your neck, looking past the mounds of necessary Freshman gear to steal one more glance of your growed up kid. There, sitting right next to the multi colored floor lamp from Target sits your child, peering out of the window, looking excited and maybe a little nervous as they too are entering a new season.

 It's crazy to explain but time has a funny way of acting like a finicky rubber band, stretching, pulling and releasing with no sense of control or explanation. Wasn't I.....I mean seriously.....I'm pretty sure.... just a second ago I was happily waiting in an Elementary School car line, anxious to hear how the first day of 5K went. Yes, I am sure of it, just yesterday for sure. 

A small gift falls into your lap, at this moment time graciously stands still allowing your eyes to fill up with last minute emotions. Soaking up just a few more precious seconds to carry back with you on the quiet return trip home. Not leaving you empty handed, only slightly wounded as you mournfully realize the dynamics of your life and home will never be the same. 

Now back on the road, headed in the opposite direction of your students new temporary home you desperately look around for it. In your purse, on the floor board, on the dash, you turn the front seat upside down but can not find it. It's gone. Your heart is no where to be found. After a few long minutes you suddenly remember where you left it. A now tiny dot in the rear view mirror. Your momma heart, full and content is walking carefree down the side walk, venturing into the world carrying the last of the plastic bins marked COLLEGE. 

Father God, you are wonderful and caring, your love endures forever. Thank you for these children, all the memories shared and for the unique design of a mommas heart to hold them all. 
I ask you Lord, as your eyes roam around the earth that you stop and pause over all campuses and homes of college students everywhere. Let them know with out a doubt they are loved. Guide them Lord in the right direction, give them the wisdom to make good choices, the rest needed to study and the desire to know you better. In Jesus' sweet and precious name. Amen

Saturday, August 9, 2014



Snaps of Real Life
Day 47 -Year 3
Team Zybko
August 9, 2014




























Wednesday, August 6, 2014



A Proposal-Play by Play
The Future Mr. and Mrs. Broom
Day 46-Year 3
Team Zybko
August 6, 2014

Michael had all the details figured out like a pro, a top notch party planner or a surprise events coordinator. I was let in on the big proposal time and date to have my camera ready (more for everyone else than him) and to wrangle in and corral our sometimes disorderly, loud bunch to make sure they were there to watch it go down. The first of Team Z to be engaged. We are newbies to this and the strong emotions that surround such a big promise of love. Surprisingly enough, I am not as whacked out about this progression of life as I suspected. I am not a sad puddle of tears, I don't feel instantly older like I thought and I can happily report no more grey hairs than when I woke up. Amazing really to have a front row spot as the cycle of life spins right before your eyes. Not too fast, not too slow, just right. 

As cliche and goofy as it sounds, the truth is we aren't loosing Diane into the great dark abyss of marriage, on the contrary, we are actually adding to our family in the most wonderful way. A new son-in-law, a stand up, solid guy and the yin to Diane's yang. How cool is that? 

Some simple words of advice before it gets confusing. Be quick to move at the dinner table, bring your own ear plugs, remember no game played around these parts are ever uncompetitive, brush up on your dance-off skillz and hang on tight. Welcome to the family Michael and congrats to such a cute couple.  


FAKE GROUP SHOOT TO SET IT ALL UP


DIANE IS SUSPICIOUS FROM THE START
WHY IS HE ASKING FOR A PICTURE TOGETHER?
HE NEVER DOES THAT


MICHAEL GETS SERIOUS


DIANE FIGURES IS OUT


"I LOVE YOU 
I WANT TO SPEND THE REST OF MY LIFE WITH YOU"
YADA YADA YADA
WE COULDN'T REALLY HEAR
BUT THE WORDS WEREN'T FOR US ANYWAY


MORE MUSHY STUFF


THANK YOU HONEY
I LOVE YOU TOO


OUT OF HIS POCKET
 COMES A REALLY PRETTY FANCY BLUE RING BOX


NOT A DRY EYE IN THE HOUSE 
WHEN HE GOES DOWN ON ONE KNEE


INSIDE THE PRETTY BLUE BOX 
IS AN EVEN PRETTIER RING


DIANE, WILL YOU BE MY WIFE?


YES!!!


YES AGAIN, IN CASE YOU DIDN'T HEAR ME!!


OH RIGHT,
LET ME TRY ON THE RING


YOU DID GOOD SUGAR


CONGRATULATORY HUGS
WIPING OF HAPPY TEARS
CHECKING OUT THE RING
FIRST PICTURES AS FIANC√ČES
GENUINE SMILES
ENGRAVING THIS MEMORY IN THE HEART FOREVER












Wednesday, July 23, 2014

 A Fresh New Day
Day 45-Year 3
Team Zybko
July 23, 2014


Bright Mornings
New Hope
Faithful Love
Clean slate
Start your day
Repent and pray
God saves 



Lamentations 3:22-26New International Version (NIV)

22 
Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed,

    for his compassions never fail.
23 
They are new every morning;
    great is your faithfulness.
24 
I say to myself, “The Lord is my portion;
    therefore I will wait for him.”
25 
The Lord is good to those whose hope is in him,

    to the one who seeks him;
26 
it is good to wait quietly
    for the salvation of the Lord.