May 17, 2012

I’m Killing Me

I'm Killing Me

I’ve been thinking about death a lot lately. Who can blame me what with the death of Ed McMahon, Farrah Fawcett, Michael Jackson, Billy Mays and now Karl Malden. Last night I dreamt that Christina Aguilera delivered my baby in between concert sets while on tour in Japan. Don’t dreams of birth actually mean death? [...]

It’s a Good Morning All Around

You know what’s a great way to start a day? First, take a baby that has been blissfully sleeping through the night for the past week and allow them to wake you up every two hours. Said baby is not content at just seeing you enter her room but instead glares at you, flails her [...]

News from the Front

News from the Front

Live from the front lines of parenthood: We took a lot of hits this week. Yesterday we suffered our heaviest casualties to date. The night before was long without much sleep had by any of the troops and when day broke we were already exhausted. A rundown: Wednesday night’s piggyback ride to bed went horribly [...]

Bugs Crawling Under My Skin? Nope, Just Hormones

Ever have one of those days where you actually feel the hormones pulsating through your body? It is like there are bugs crawling under there or quite possibly your skin is about to jump off your body because it is on fire? Really? You too huh? Yesterday was one of those days. I classify a [...]

H & the Unholy Trinity

There is a reason I normally do the grocery shopping in our house. H just gets too fired up while he is there. It takes me about 45 minutes to calm him down after each excursion. I must admit that I often agree with him but once I walk through those automated doors my mind [...]

Edgar Allan Poe and Warren G Collide. In my basement.

I am crouched in a corner of the house, my laptop balanced on my knee caps. I figure if I stay in this spot and type quietly enough everyone will forget I exist and I can escape the onslaught of January cleaning that is H. Days. Days have gone by and my house has systematically [...]

Michael’s a.k.a. Pain & Suffering in Suburbia

Dear Micheal’s Craft Store, Or should I be calling you Crafty store? You suck me in each time with the power to persuade me that I really can bake a four tiered cake with sugared flowers and fondant decor. All done by me and my masterful hand. Ha! Your masterful hand. Like a Puppet Master [...]

Witchy, Evil Woman

I would stand back from me today. Just stand back. I’m feeling that witchy, twitchy, evil feeling with a touch of fang. I simply have too much to do and not enough time to do it. There are lists. Lists of people to call, things to remember, bills to pay, work to do, places to [...]