Amelia has a loose tooth.
is this why mothers drink?
miscellaneous thoughts while dealing with a house battling the stomach bug
Last week I woke up feeling like death. After a trip to the doctor I discovered I had sinusitis, bronchitis, and strep throat – on my daughter’s birthday no less.
- Never ever watch Bizarre Foods when folks around you are suffering intestinal trouble.
- Watching others suffer from a stomach bug can cause some weird phantom nausea.
- I lost 7 pounds during my ‘bug’ phase.
- My nausea was so bad a one point that I thought I might be pregnant.
- Weird considering I don’t have a uterus anymore.
- This particular stomach bug comes with its own array of surprises – you’re not sure if it’s going to hit one end or the other. I find that refreshing.
- Sorta keeps ya guessing.
What is an adenoid, anyway?
My little man is having surgery Monday morning.
I’ll see you tomorrow for my surgery, Mama.
gas
Me: Oh no!
The Family Photo
six
Calendar Girl
I find there to be a comforting quality in using a pen and paper.
10 Random Pieces of Information About The Craziness That Is My Life
10. I just made a butt-load of cupcakes to take to my daughter’s kindergarten classroom tomorrow.
Saturday Nights for the Over 30 Crowd
Saturday night I got to go out.
Out on the town.
No kids. No husband.
Just me. Showered, dressed in clean clothes, and makeup actually on. Some of my classmates were hosting a concert to benefit a local organization near campus and that was all the reason I needed to go out. I picked up my friend Raygan who may very well have needed a night out more than me. She also looked fabulous and we giggled our little mom hearts out the whole way there.
We stopped off and had dinner before the concert. A grown-up dinner complete with a table for two, drinks with alcohol in them, and conversation that were about as far away from children as they could be. It was glorious!
We got to the event before the crowd and found a table outside. We paid our cover charge/donation and quickly made our way to the bar where, much to our surprise, we could only order beer.
In a can.
We felt young.
We stayed for a few hours and listened to music, talked with folks we knew, rolled our eyes at the skinny girls, and commented on how much the college crowed looked like babies. We told stories of our past in an attempt to fit in a maybe even prove that at one time we were super cool party people. We finished our beers and decided to hit the bathroom before we left, only to spend the time commenting not on the ambiance or cute boys, but on the level of cleanliness of the bathroom and the appreciation for extra toilet paper and lotion on the counter.
We started to feel a little less young.
We left the event just as the crowd grew knowing we had about an hour drive back home. As we walked to my car I think we both longed to have one of those experiences where we could escape our inhibitions and see where the night would take us. But, it was after 10:00 and we had families waiting.
We drove home reminiscing about our big night out, wishing for more than a few moments that we were young again – full of hope, naive about the world, and poor enough to appreciate a can of beer.
I dropped her off and drove myself the rest of the way home partly wishing I didn’t have to go and partly anxious to get there. When I got home the house was quiet. Everyone was sleeping. I set up the coffee for morning, checked on the kids, and went to the bathroom where I washed the evening off my face. I changed into my yoga pants, crawled into the clean sheets and warmth of my bed, and cuddled down next to my husband.
He put his arm around me and I knew he was glad I was home.
And, suddenly I thought What’s so great about being young anyway?
Marriage Therapy: Part 3
I don’t sing in this one. I promise.
In case you missed it…






