I've started all my mommy stuff for the year, and although it's getting crazy busy, I'm finding myself less interested in messenger and more interested in simply getting organized. The good thing about some of my "mommy stuff" is that it's actually about the mommies instead of the kids. It's a good thing.
And a new thing for me. I somehow became the Girl Scout leader of a brand new Daisy troop. I'm still trying to figure out how that happened. *smiles*
I hope you've all been well. Take care.
I know I've been pretty absent. I'd love to claim to have been doing something incredibly important or even interesting, not really. I went back to an old chat haunt of mine and got lost in the drama for a bit. Well, some drama, some just.... being human. A friend, an aquaintance more or less, passed away suddenly. She'd been ill off and on and finally was diagnosed with cancer (origin undetermined). She passed away two weeks later. She was one of those people whose on-line life was far more real to her than the majority of her off-line life. She had friends she regularly chatted with on the phone. Luckily enough, she had the foresight to leave an off-line friend a list of phone#s to call in case of emergency. Otherwise, we never would have known about her passing.
Anyway, it always makes me thoughtful. Real deaths on line always make me wonder about those people we lose track of.. The people we stop hearing from. Because really, thats exactly how it would play out for most of us. We'd just be gone.
I've lost friends on line that I'll never really know what became of them. I realize it's just part of life. It's just part of how things go here, but the reminder still stings.
As far as me and mine. We're doing good. Almost time for my best friend's wedding and I did find the perfect dress. I'll post pics if any exist that don't iritate the hell out of me. Wedding in almost 2 weeks. Trip to Chicago in 3 days. I'm gonna be exhausted I tell you. It's rush rush rush rush to hurry up and relax. *smile*
Anyway, take care, I hope you're all doing well. I tried to catch up a bit tonight, but it takes so long once you lapse.
A gentleman diner asked a waiter to take a bottle of Merlot to an attractive woman sitting alone at another table. The waiter took the Merlot to the woman and said, "This is from the gentleman seated over there," indicating the sender.
She regarded the wine coolly for a second, not looking at the man, and decided to send a reply note to the man.
The waiter, who was lingering for a response, took the note from her and conveyed it to the gentleman. The note read: "For me to accept this bottle, you need to have a Mercedes in your garage, a million dollars in the bank, and 7 inches in your pants."
After reading the note, the man decided to compose one of his own in return. He folded the note, handed it to the waiter and instructed him to return this to the woman. It read: "For your information, I have a Ferrari 360 Spyder, an Aston Martin DB9, a Mercedes SL600 and a Porsche Turbo in my garages. There is over twenty million dollars in my bank account, but, not even for a woman as beautiful as you, would I cut two inches off.
Just send the bottle back.....
As far as me, I'm doing good. Not blogging much (obvioulsy). Kids had Fifths disease (both of them). Schools over and I'm acclimating. We're working with Hooked on Phonics and my oldest seems to really like it so far, although she is gettig a tad frustrated with the flip cards (much older version). We've got a new pool, the quick set kind 8 ft circle 3 feet deep, inflatable.
I've finally started taking my diet serious and I've lost 7 lbs so far. Things are going pretty good. I'll try to read up on journals soon, but I'm very unorganized at the moment, so I'll do my best. Take care
Just went through an emotional tug of war. Trying to remain silent. Trying to let her emerge in her sense of self. Problem is, my 6 year old could hold her own in any knock down drag out fight. She's a head taller than most kids her age. And she's an Aries. The child knows no fear and she has a horrible temper. BUT. None of that really matters when little girls start their shit. The being mean. The cliques. The excluding others for the sheer joy of watching their faces fall.
Anyway, my baby sat there crestfallen as one little girl (an older one) dragged my daughters best friend back across the street when she tried to talk to her. It was a social move, simply redirecting conversation. But my kid was already near tears. And here's the thing with her tears. They brim whenever she tries not to simply freak out and physically lash out at another child. So, she's there trying to hold together her fragile self control, and of course you know, there's laughter as soon as they cross the street.
I'd had it, I was tired of it. They were not going to get pleasure out of this. The little girl who my daughter considers her best friend, well, her mother and I are friends, and we've spoken several times about this. Each of those conversations the other mother initiated. We're both monitoring the situation. She's a g0od kid and she has a really nice family. We've both been trying to be as hands off as possible because you really do need to let them figure out how to handle it.
But today, I just couldn't. Maybe it was the stitches. Maybe it was the Fifth Disease rash still plaguing her body. Who knows. She's a strong little kid and we all go through stuff like this, but it just made my heart ache. All it took was me walking across the street and explaining to the "best friend" that my daughter does want to talk to her, but it doesn't need to interrupt her play date and then telling the other little girl that dragging the best friend away when my daughter was trying to speak to her was mean. I wasn't even giving anyone mean looks. I was very calm and very polite. But it was also visible. To the one person it mattered to most.
In the midst of trying to let her gain her independence, I'd teetered on the edge of appearing as if I was indifferent to her pain. Simply letting the girls know what I had seen and that I didn't approve of it was enough to show my daughter I really was on her side.
Sitting on the couch, with a big glass of icewater, crying changing into hiccups, she tells me "You're much nicer to me than a mommy should be". It almost broke my heart. I tried to get her to explain to me what she meant, but all I got was "I mean you're much nicer than I thought you would be when I was a baby".
I'm trying not to read too much into this. She was looking at me with awe in her eyes, so I'm gonna try to dwell in that. But I can't help but wonder exactly what goes on in her head.
*sighs* I have no idea how I ended up with girls... Oh yeah , I forgot. Penance.
*edited for relevance*
The Mexico wedding is the week of July 12th (I think) and our family vacation is the week or so before. It's gonna be a crazy month. I have NOT been doing well on my diet.. lost a bit at first, and then pretty much went back. So I have to get my life organized before I actually start losing weight. Any blip I encounter throws the whole thing off.
My mom has taken the first step in a lawsuit against the manufacturer of a failed medical appliance that led to her 3 week coma and her 10 week hospitalization. We're hoping to know the outcome within the next 2 years. Her ankle still hasn't healed and she's still in her wheelchair. Hopefully, her next doctors appointmen (10 days I think) will let her know if she can go into a walking cast. So hopefully that will all go well.
Anyway, things are ok with me. I'll start posting more soon. I just needed little break I think, but I miss reading. Take care everyone.
OK. This is one of the funniest conversations I've ever had. It's possibly one of the funniest I've ever heard. I just hope I can do it justice.
Today I received a package. Actually, I was very excited about it for two reasons. My Mother's Day gifts (for the grandmothers... from my girls) just arrived. Two new photo coffee mugs. One with just my two girls and another with my two girls and their cousin. Both photos are just gorgeous and even the mugs themselves came out well. Makes a mother's heart warm.
Added bonus. BUBBLE WRAP! *smiles* And I got to introduce it, for the very first time, to my 3 year old. Previously I wouldn't let anyone pop the bubble wrap because we were MOVING.. or planning to move and I'm way too pracitcal for that. But this time... I let her indulge in that guilty pleasure. Wasting perfectly good packing material, for the sheer pleasure of it. *smiles*
It reminded me of the bubble wrap game on line and I decided what-the-hell. And yep, it's just as fun as it always is. Go on, try it. You know you wanna. *grins*
I'm not exactly sure I should go into all the details. I'm not even sure they would make sense. But my husband and I (both relatively well educated and at one point professional adults) figure out how to divide up duties or responsibilities in a couple different ways. For the better part of our marriage the most common way to determine who did what was odds or even and rock paper scissors. Unfortunately, after so many years, I developed a "tell" and eventually, I simply could NOT win. Now we have to flip a coin if I want even the most remote chance of winning.
Well tonight, it bugged me. He wanted me to give the kids a bath. If we were just taking turns like normal people, it would have been his turn, but somehow that just doesn't work with us. So I told him I wanted him to do it and he said rock paper scissors with a laugh. I rolled my eyes (yes I do that in real life) and he laughed harder. I asked him, for the fiftieth time, what my tell is, and he refused. He just grinned, which pissed me off even more.
Now, we're not violent people . Or at least, we're not violent with each other. I, myself, have tendencies and a past, which I work very hard to keep in the past. He is just a really big guy who learned self control at an early age. Having said that, we don't do things like throw objects out of anger. Playfully, and only occassionally we will do things like throw small bits of food at each other or spit ice chips or water at the other. Mostly now it's a game to get away with such impolite behavior without being witnessed by our children.
So....
I threw a napkin at him. Or at least thats what I thought I was throwing at him. As it turned out, the mommy in me was already pre-bussing the table and apparently my wadded up napkin had a piece of left over bacon wrapped inside of it. Which yeah... smacked him dead in the face.
I couldn't help but laugh hysterically.
Needless to say.. I ended up giving the bath tonight.
I read this earlier and it really made me think. So often I feel self-righteous. So often, I feel like a good mom or a good daughter or a good person. In the end, I'm not sure how much any of that matters. I'm not saying that doing the right thing is wrong. I'm not saying that being conscientious is bad. I just think that maybe it's a little over rated. Those people who are doing the right thing are not necessarily happiest. Those people who always think of others first (tentatively raises my hand) do not always get the same thing in return. Nor do they get the respect of those around them. Many times being "right" makes you very unpopular.
I just think, that there are plenty of times in my life when I should just work on charming. Because honestly, truly, I'm TIRED of being tedious. I'd much rather be charming. I think that's my new goal. *smile*
Anyway, I digress (don't I always?). It's just looking through those documents. They're not just legal documents. They're not just proof of identification, they are pieces of me. The signature of the priest who married us. My best friend's signature as my maid of honor. There was also the envelope that arrived in the mail less than a month after my daughter was born, the first real mail I got about her, not about "the baby". It was her name. Her birth certificate. Like she was a real person, all on her own.
Looking at my passport dated 1996, it's hard not to smile about it. So much has changed. August 28, 1996, I had just turned 21 literally the week before. A decade later, I look around, and everything has changed. So much change. So much is different. I am literally a different person. My weight, by about 15 lbs, and a few laugh lines are all that has really changed about that photo. But so much else. I feel like someone else.
I sat there staring at our passports. My husband's was issued the same year by coincidence. It made me wonder. It just made me think. I'm not sure I can explain it, but it was like looking into the past and staring straight into the eyes of who we were. And it's not the first time I've wondered this, but I can't help ask myself if she'd understand how I got here. If she'd be disapointed or happy or miserable about her future? She was fun and wreckless and brave. Sometimes I miss the woman, the girl I once was. And sometimes I'm just glad I'm still happy healthy and whole. I can only hope I'll run into her in Mexico. It would be nice to have a visit with her. *smile*
It'll all be ok *calms self* I swear. I know I'm gonna miss them for 5 days, but I would be lying to say I'm not just THRILLED to be going. Even to the jungle in JULY (WTF was she thinking?). OK OK. Semi-mini-panic attack thingy done.
*shakes head* When did I become such a mom????
Oh yeah, and 18 weeks to lose 35 lbs. I need to be freaking TINY to go be frolicking on the beach with my childhood best friend (who'll probably be a size 4 by then, due to nerves). I can DO IT!
My husband and I spent our first childless day together just doing stuff. Normally we have a big event with friends and food and alcohol, etc, but today, it was just us. It was wonderful. I swear to you, it was like we hit the pause button again, unpaused everything, and there we were, driving in the car on any given saturday, doing what we always did. Just talking, laughing, holding hands, eating out, sitting together on the same side of the booth. Just being us. Not putting anyone else first. Not having to rush off to do anything else. It was wonderful.
It's one of those days when we just look at each other and we both just really see the other and we say "I missed you" and mean it.
It was a good day. And don't even get me started on how much I love the throw pillows I found. *smile*
Yeah...
Another child inspired blog.
My daughter walked out of her room earlier with her shirt half way off her, wrapped around her head in almost a turbin fashion. She's 3 and very proud of her new undressing and dressing skills.
giggling "look Mommy.. I'm a Barbie Ho Head"
My husband and I just looked down trying not to laugh. I helped her with her shirt and she wandered off.
My husband asked "what did she say?"
To which I replied. "exactly what you heard her say... Barbie Ho Head"
"Do we know where she got that?" he asked
"Who knows" I answered. "Maybe it'll be her sorority name in college"
"Don't say that stuff to me" he replied with a pout.
Sometimes it's just too much fun teasing the crap out of that man.
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Do yourself a favor and watch at least one.
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