Entries from November 2007 ↓

Each time I sit to nurse Ellie, my two year old thinks it is hilarious to give me hickeys on my side.

As if I weren’t self-conscious enough post-baby, now I’ve got  splotchy love handles.  Worse though is the squicky sensation.  He acts like he’s coming in for a hug, then next thing I know, “Ack, stop it, stop it!”

He knows I’m vulnerable when holding the baby.  What a turd.

I accidentally saved this instead of publishing it.

Two states, three point five kids, and a heck of a lot of patience.

Happy Anniversary, Tim.

Don’t mind us, we’re swimming in a sea of phlegm and Nyquil. Oh, but cold medicines aren’t OK for kids under six. I would like to get my hands on the morons responsible for the latest round of recalls. A potential for overdose? Obviously their children are over six and capable of wiping their noses on something other than their own sleeves. Saline spray my left foot.

I wouldn’t visit anytime soon if I were you. We’ve probably mutated the common cold into something lethal.

The neighbors are protesting the odor of vapo-rub permeating the neighborhood, and geeks lured by the scent, are circling the block like vultures drawn to a rotting carcass.

Sleep has become a rare commodity as the children and dog take turns throughout the night.

A quiet house.

A glass of wine.

A total blank.

A hundred things have irked me in the past week.

A hundred more have made me grin.

I’m becoming comfortable in myself.  It is a process, a sloughing off of the old perception and occasional feelings of amazement as I catch glimpses of my reflection.   It certainly isn’t all pretty, there are stretchmarks, scars, and wounded feelings, but this person stands a little straighter and her jaw is set a little firmer.   I think I like her and I hope she stays for awhile.

It’s been a long, long time since I’ve had that much to say.

We’re hosting a contest at Home Ec 101.   Submit your favorite kitchen disaster story and our favorite will win a $45 GC to Outback Steakhouse.

Spread the word, there will be plenty of link-love for all entries

Yep, it’s shameless self-promotion time.

It’s time for a ramble through a jumble of thoughts.

I’m currently reading an atrocious series, but morbid curiosity drives me on.  I’m self-conscious checking the books out of the library, but I have placed myself under a book buying moratorium.  It embarrasses me to admit it is the Left Behind series.  I think these books had potential that was lost with very mediocre writing.  How fun would it have been to have someone like Stephen King handle the story?  Of course they would have been boycotted on principle. If the characters weren’t flat, the conversation so forced, and the actions so hokey, they would be much more interesting.  Yet, like most of Jane Austen I soldier on to see what all the noise is about.  The redeeming quality?  The writing is so light that one novel only takes a couple of hours and can be stopped and started with no loss.

I find it highly embarrassing to be applauded for using the restroom by my sons.  “Wow mom! You did a great job peeing.”  I hate that I have to be so careful and take them into the stalls with me. I know my life will not always revolve around excretory actions, but some days I truly miss privacy.

I’m currently procrastinating.  I should be writing about turkey thawing, cornbread baking, and possibly a reminder to watch the teens if alcohol is being served.   I should also be looking around the local blogosphere, but  I already spent far too long on that this morning even though the output was small.  I should also be writing frugal bloggers and inviting them to join the aggregator on Home Ec 101, but I think I’m going to wait until Tim is home to get the children out of my hair.

I canceled my gym membership, yesterday.  The childcare room is just too gross to have to pay $3 a visit to use. Nine dollars a week on top of the monthly fee is just obnoxious. I also don’t like my kids watching TV, so I guess I have to suck it up and figure out how to do it at home.

I find it a little sad that it took three tries to be immediately and completely in love with one of my babies.  Yes, I just broke one of motherhood’s big taboos.  I own up to not have mooshy gooshy feelings about squalling, screaming bundles of need.   I love my boys, but there is a world of difference between cranky and content babies.  I thought Mark was “good” after my experience with Aidan’s colic.  It took Ellie to show me how sweet it could be.  Maybe it’s partly due to knowing she’s the last.  Whatever it is, I’m enjoying the feeling, although  I’m sure I’ll pay for it in her teen years.

Uh oh, the boys are giggling.  Any parent will agree my immediate attention/intervention is probably needed.

I wish I’d had more time to get out and take pictures.   This building is the old VA hospital, it looks quite spooky.  I didn’t cross any of the areas marked no trespassing, but I was still briefly talked to by the police.  Oh well, all part of the fun, right?

The last few are from the road I take to my friend’s house.  How lucky is she with views like that?

I’ve had a blast on this trip.  It’s been fun to visit with those I am close to, when our day to day lives have so much distance between us.

• I finally got to meet Newscoma and I look forward to speaking with her in the future when my rugrats are not dominating the scene.
• I have learned it just isn’t a trip until someone spews.  This year it is Mark.
• I am critically behind in e-mail, but I’ve decided to just let that go until Wednesday.
• I am dreading today’s five hour drive, but it could be ten.  Thank you Carye!
• The kids are clingy.
• I’m aggravated.
• It is all worth it.