After this week, I could use a laugh

April 25, 2009


1. My 4-year-old son took a look at this dearly departed person’s gravestone today and said, “Mommy! Guitar Hero!”:

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(no sorry, honey, your father would be draped over the grave weeping if that were the case).


2. This was an actual entry in the latest Police Log in our newspaper:

3:06 p.m. – Caller reported an injured wild turkey at the Highland Plaza, Robert Drive. Animal Control Officer responded, reported turkey was now sun-bathing in a bush does not look injured.

Hope that turkey got a nice tan (and a side of gravy).

Have a lovely weekend all. We’ll be hitting 80! See you on the flip side.

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And the Award goes to. . .

April 21, 2009


Yesterday was ROUGH. I haven’t been that sick in a long time—you know, the kind of “I can’t get out of bed without being all hunched over and shuffling like a Granny” sick.

This morning I feel blessedly better—not 100%, but about 85%. But, I didn’t get here alone, so I am going to hand out some awards to those who got me through the past 24+ hours:

* a “I’ll pay you back later, wink-wink” award to my husband, who was as sick as I, but still let me take TWO naps during the day;

* a “yes, you can have some candy” award to my kids who only whined a little bit when they realized their sick parents had forgotten to feed them lunch;

* a “you can’t buy friends like this” award to the friend who picked up soup, saltines and popsicles for us so that we’d have dinner—opening a can was about all I was good for yesterday;

* a “you’ll get a good tip” award to the 15-year-old babysitter who decided to come outside and play with my cooped-up kids without being asked. I attribute them all being asleep by 8pm to her;

* a “mother knows best” award to my mom and sister who insisted I eat some toast at 6pm when I complained that I still had the chills. I hadn’t eaten anything but saltines all day and, lo and behold, they were right—I just needed a little something in mah belly to feel even better;

* a “thank god for electricity and cable” award to my television—yes, TV Turnoff Week started yesterday but we’ve decided that there are times that endless hours of television are preferable to three children standing over a sick mother asking, “what should we do now“, or, even worse, letting them loose in the house for 10 hours without supervision (shudder).

* a “you’ll be with me to the end of time” award to my coffee which I was too sick to drink yesterday, but am enjoying with gusto this morning;

* and, a “nicest blog readers” award to all of you who posted a note or simply sent your good thoughts my way and didn’t make me feel guilty about my failed attempt to shut off the tube for the week.

I do feel the need to squelch one tiny little rumor, though: there is no way I am pregnant. No way, no how. Besides, if I had felt this bad when I was pregnant, I am pretty sure I’d just have one kid right now.

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I had meant to point you to this post I wrote for the lovely Issa while she was on a “break” (ha! she was still everywhere). But then two beautiful babies lost their lives and my post became insignificant. It still is, but Issa’s intro is sweet and, as you read my post, you’ll see that we are practically twins.

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Is there enough time to go around?

March 30, 2009


This might strike you as odd, but I worry that I’m not spending enough time with the kids.

I don’t mean as a group, which is how we do things around here. Every. Single. Day.

I mean one-on-one time. Just Mama and Child A. Or B. Or C. That kind of dedicated time with each child on their own just doesn’t happen right now.

It’s the same thing for Fairly Odd Father who has it even harder than me: he’s gone from dawn until dinnertime during the week. On the weekends, the kids crawl all over him like ants on a cookie when he isn’t trying to do school work or the home improvement projects I’ve left for him.

Alone time with each child? How? When? Is it possible?

Well, we’re going to try.

Once a week, I’m going to take one of the kids out to dinner by themselves (think “BK”, not “5 star”). It’ll give us time to sit together and talk, uninterrupted, about whatever is on their 4-,6- or 8-year-old minds.

And, each weekend, Fairly Odd Father is going to do something special with one child, like take them for a bike ride or go play mini-golf. And, knowing him, make a stop for ice cream afterward (he already knows that a trip to Home Depot does not equal “special quality time”).

I’ve heard that other families do this and it always sounded so quaint, but I didn’t see how we could fit this into our schedules.

But, we’re going to try. I’ll let you know how it goes.

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