As I sit here attempting to recover from the Kindergarten Valentine's Day party (whoever decided that sugaring kids up and letting them loose on unsuspecting mom-volunteers to do various crafts was a good idea must die), I'm looking back at my day with wonder.
When I was pregnant, I found a group of moms on Baby Center (BBC.com) who had Jan. '05 due dates as well. there were probably 30 or so moms who visited regularly, and we continued to "chat" as our babies grew into toddlers, sharing and enjoying each others milestone moments with our wee ones. We also felt comfortable enough with each other to share the struggles and minefields that come with parenthood. We migrated to Facebook, this group of moms and I, and have continued to share our lives with each other there. I got to meet two of these wonderful "InvisiFriends" today for lunch. It was awesome. It felt honestly like we had been friends forever, even though we had never heard each others voices before. It was so easy to just talk about the joys and not so joyful travels through parenthood; our crazy pets, etc. These women were there through my divorce, and all the trials and tribulations that went with that. I can honestly say that the women I met today, and all of the other women with whom I have developed virtual friendships are just as important to me and loved by me as those friends who can sit on my sofa on a Saturday night. It is a wonderful feeling.
I am glad I joined the January baby boards back in 2004 on BBC. It has made my life much richer for the experience.
And now I look at the next two days stretched before me. No child (he's with his dad), no boyfriend (he's visiting friends), no plans (except for the darn oil change tomorrow)........whatever will I do with all of this alone time? Let's see:
1. Do 25 loads of laundry
2. pooper-scoop so the dogs don't eat their own shit
3. Homework
4. Housework of the scrubbing variety (how do boys NOT pee into the toilet????)
5. Grocery shopping
6. Organize my sock drawer (I spent 10 minutes this morning looking for a pair of socks!!)
OK, so I think I just figured out that my alone time is going to be spent channeling my inner Cinderella. At least I won't be interrupted every 5 minutes with, "Mom, will you play with me?"
Always good to find the bright side of things :-)
Friday, February 11, 2011
god dangit
I swear to god I still smell the poop. And I'm at work!?! W.T.F?????
And R thought it was freaking hilarious that the puppy ate his own poop. Just praying that he doesn't try to do the same.
Ewww, I think I just puked a little in my mouth.
And R thought it was freaking hilarious that the puppy ate his own poop. Just praying that he doesn't try to do the same.
Ewww, I think I just puked a little in my mouth.
yes, I am this immature
R: "Mom, wouldn't it be funny if S had a horse?"
Me: "Yes, especially since he doesn't ride horses."
R: "Well, then, what does he ride?"
Me: Snort, snicker, chuckle..."ummm, sometimes a bike?"
I am so not an adult :-)
Me: "Yes, especially since he doesn't ride horses."
R: "Well, then, what does he ride?"
Me: Snort, snicker, chuckle..."ummm, sometimes a bike?"
I am so not an adult :-)
The last 12 hours
9:30 pm, hit the sack.
12 a.m., wake up to the stench of dog shit
12:15 am, scrubbing bedroom floor of poo schmear, as the puppy ate his own shit right after taking previously mentioned dump.
1:45 am, still awake and still smelling poop
3:45 am, still awake, still smelling poo and now my child enters my room to stare at me. Knowing S has to get up at 4 to catch his flight, I tell R to jump into my bed.
5 am, still awake, still smelling shit, R is sleeping horizontally on the bed with his feet in my back, the puppy is sleeping on my legs and the other dog is at the foot of the bed.
5:30 am, still awake, still smelling that god-awful shit smell--where the hell is it coming from?, the dogs are on the bed taking up a lot of room, the kid is doing acrobatics in his sleep. Crap, might as well get up.
Ends up the poo smell is my son's breath mixed with the puppy's breath. Lovely.
12 a.m., wake up to the stench of dog shit
12:15 am, scrubbing bedroom floor of poo schmear, as the puppy ate his own shit right after taking previously mentioned dump.
1:45 am, still awake and still smelling poop
3:45 am, still awake, still smelling poo and now my child enters my room to stare at me. Knowing S has to get up at 4 to catch his flight, I tell R to jump into my bed.
5 am, still awake, still smelling shit, R is sleeping horizontally on the bed with his feet in my back, the puppy is sleeping on my legs and the other dog is at the foot of the bed.
5:30 am, still awake, still smelling that god-awful shit smell--where the hell is it coming from?, the dogs are on the bed taking up a lot of room, the kid is doing acrobatics in his sleep. Crap, might as well get up.
Ends up the poo smell is my son's breath mixed with the puppy's breath. Lovely.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
my life
R: Mom, you need to find Shoe (stuffed horse).
Me: It has to be in your bed, buddy.
R: It's not, I swear
Me: Oh look, here it is behind your pillow. I am magic.
R: No you aren't. You didn't find it, I did. ...
Me: Oh no, I am so magic.
R: No you aren't. You are just lucky.
such is my life :-)
Me: It has to be in your bed, buddy.
R: It's not, I swear
Me: Oh look, here it is behind your pillow. I am magic.
R: No you aren't. You didn't find it, I did. ...
Me: Oh no, I am so magic.
R: No you aren't. You are just lucky.
such is my life :-)
ramblings
My child cracks me up. I know most moms have that feeling, but oh.my.god. does he ever come off with some great one liners. I love that about him.
The boyfriend is currently working on making his newly purchased home livable. Considering he has no experience in such things as remodeling a home, I am so very impressed by his abilities and subsequent results. When I told him this today, he seemed shocked, but in all seriousness, he took this place from a cat-pee smelling hole to an amazing place. And he's only halfway done. He gets an idea and he just goes for it; somehow he just knows he can do this. Such the opposite of me. I look at a task and immediately assume that there is no way I can accomplish said task. Defeated before I even start. He just rolls up his sleeves and does. How I envy that.
Back to the kid. I signed him up for karate. He left the house in the morning expecting to be able to return to the homestead with the ability to "karate chop the whole house"--ummm, you are a white belt novice, young jedi. Give it some time. When I picked him up and asked him how it went, he said, "It was so boring mom. We learned to punch, kick, and about stranger danger. Totally boring." Ummm, you learned to punch and kick, where is the boring in that? Apparently he was sorely disappointed in the lack of kicking ninja butt instruction he received. Too funny.
Now we are doing the class valentine writing. He's not really friends with anyone in his class, his best friends are all in other classes in his school, so getting him to complete this task is painful for both of us. I'm thinking a few a day is the best way to get this task accomplished.
Okay, time to go back to being a mom. Yay, me :-)
The boyfriend is currently working on making his newly purchased home livable. Considering he has no experience in such things as remodeling a home, I am so very impressed by his abilities and subsequent results. When I told him this today, he seemed shocked, but in all seriousness, he took this place from a cat-pee smelling hole to an amazing place. And he's only halfway done. He gets an idea and he just goes for it; somehow he just knows he can do this. Such the opposite of me. I look at a task and immediately assume that there is no way I can accomplish said task. Defeated before I even start. He just rolls up his sleeves and does. How I envy that.
Back to the kid. I signed him up for karate. He left the house in the morning expecting to be able to return to the homestead with the ability to "karate chop the whole house"--ummm, you are a white belt novice, young jedi. Give it some time. When I picked him up and asked him how it went, he said, "It was so boring mom. We learned to punch, kick, and about stranger danger. Totally boring." Ummm, you learned to punch and kick, where is the boring in that? Apparently he was sorely disappointed in the lack of kicking ninja butt instruction he received. Too funny.
Now we are doing the class valentine writing. He's not really friends with anyone in his class, his best friends are all in other classes in his school, so getting him to complete this task is painful for both of us. I'm thinking a few a day is the best way to get this task accomplished.
Okay, time to go back to being a mom. Yay, me :-)
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
diet patrol
I would have to say that one good thing about owning a Great Dane with a sweet tooth is knowing that you will not be able to enjoy the leftover birthday cake that is left on the counter.
I think he gets kickbacks from my Weight Watchers leader.
Damn them.
I think he gets kickbacks from my Weight Watchers leader.
Damn them.
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