What is Jamie thinking about?

Jamie is thinking about:
How sometimes people aren't as big of jack-donkeys as you might expect them to be. Sometimes people can suprise you. But sometimes some other people are even bigger jack-donkeys than you ever imagined.

How sometimes you make a choice, and you aren't sure if it is the right one, but you go with what you think is right, and months later you finally see that it was the right choice. And how that makes you feel more confident in your ability to choose wisely, even though you did not base your choice on any wisdom, but your success at choosing makes you think you might just have been wise... WHAT? Does that sound like something that Michael from The Office might have said? Or worse, Dwight?

How Jonathan is so adamant that Saturday be Stay Home Day, that I had to shoo him out the door to go see Astro Boy with Dave and Anna. I had to get a little ugly with him to get him to go. He will have fun once he gets there. He just doesn't have a lot of getup and go (I wonder who he gets that from as I sit her in my pjs while the rest of my family is at the movies?). Really, all we ask of him is that he goes to school, and that he goes to church. We don't have him in any activities, and Anna's dance class is during the day. We don't go to any church things during the week right now, so that we can have consistent family time on school nights. There are other kids who practically live in their cars. Why is going to a movie such a big deal!!!

How we have kept the cruise a secret from Jonathan and Anna for this long, and then we accidentally let the cat out of the bag (or the cruise out of the port?) this morning over breakfast... We were keeping it a secret from Anna, who is prone to melodrama. If she thinks I am going on a trip, she clings to my arm and says, Don't leave me, Mama! Don't go away! Don't go to Kentucky and leave me here! I always tell her, if Mama goes to Kentucky, you are going with because if I went to Grandma Jane's and didn't bring you and Bubba, Grandma Jane might not let me in the door. I've already arrived too many times without her son in tow, imagine if I showed up sans grandbabies!? Anyways, the funny thing is, Anna will be all clingy and dramatic for the next (THIRTEEN DAYS!!!) few weeks, but then when it is time for us to go, she is all, so long! Don't let the door hit you in the rear end!

How we can worry about certain things so much, and then suddenly, some event forces a decision to be made or an action to be taken, and you just can't worry anymore, because it has become apparent that you can only take one path. I'm talking about our pool. We will never EVER buy another house with a pool. (Please, people, remind me of this when we go look for our next home.) It has been nothing but a money pit and a funsucker since we moved in. (Funsucker, a clever word I learned from a teenage girl, usually used to refer to a person who is bringing others down, but in this case I am using it for the pool, because instead of being something that gives us fun in the sun, it is a source of much anger and irritation, really mostly for Dave, but it is a trickle down effect.) And I am not kidding you, it is a breeding ground for some of the scariest spiders imaginable. We have been trying to figure out what to do with our money pit of a pool, and now it seems to have been decided for us. It has developed another terrible leak. It is rapidly losing water (something that freaks me out a little: where is this water going?) We had a man come out and give us a quote to tear it out, fill it in. It would give us much more yard. Not that we ever go outside. But it is just the thought of having more space for ant hills and weeds, instead of having this big, algae infested, crawling with spiders hole in the ground that we have to look at everytime we come home. Having the pool just disappear seems like the lesser evil. And at this point, I think it will cost more for us to try and rescue it. I think it is at the point of no return.