Like anything in life motherhood has me in a continuous state of learning. Not only do I grow as mother like my children do but as a person as well. Recently, I noticed something about myself and as a mother that I didn't like.I've started to judge. I hate that. I hate when other mothers and women do it in general. It's an easy trap to fall into, I will admit. Get a pack of women together and the judging begins before we even realize it. We judge how we dress, raise kids, keep house, have relationships with significant others, the list could go on and on. It serves no purpose most of the time. I think that under the guise of trying to learn how to understand each other better we enter into the dangerous judging zone. At least that is what I was telling myself a bit too often.She lets her … [Read more...]
The 10k FAIL?
So...I'm supposed to run this thing called a 10k in a few weeks. December 13 to be exact. A few weeks back this seemed like a fabulous idea. Then I got sick. The cold from hell descended on our humble abode and took all of us, minus TD, under. It was like some Kraken from the deep. Everyone got better except me. Two weeks later, still sick and crying from the sheer sick of being sick syndrome I headed to my local Urgent Care one night this week.Sinus Infection. No wonder I felt like my face was imploding, cracking and generally falling apart with pain. Throughout this time of plague I haven't been able to run. Weeks of no running have gone by. I got three miles in, maybe. There's been no cross-training, no training runs. No nothing. The coughing, the body aches, the lack of … [Read more...]
The Triple Threat
I turn 33 today. H has been calling me 'the Triple Threat' for the last few weeks. Technically, I think I need to be 333 years old if I really want to be a triple threat but if I were 333 I don't think I would be too much of a threat to anyone except Medicare. In the past I've had my share of bad birthday karma but since my twenties I have evaded it quite nicely. H works his butt off each year to make sure it doesn't happen. This year we went away as a family for a quiet weekend at my MIL's on the water. We had an amazing night out with drinks followed by a perfect dinner for two. The next day as I was reading on the couch (read: half asleep for the second nap of the day.) my parents burst in the door surprising me with a visit. If I count the night out, the surprise visit, and a fabulous … [Read more...]
The Walls. They are Closing in on Me.
Who knew that birthday gift aftermath is just like Christmas gift aftermath. Our living room is a sea of ridiculously bright wrapping paper, twisty ties and various sizes of plastic and cardboard. Just seeing it this morning made me want to turn around and go back upstairs to hide under the covers. Both kids need a bath today and I'm exhausted just thinking about it. I feel old.Throw in the fact that H is going to a networking happy hour tonight and will be home late and I just want to start imbibing the happy juice myself all before 10 a.m. I think that the fact that I know I won't be getting my weekly dose of girls night this week is making me a bit loopy. I've been asked to "take some time off from that for a while". My weekly dose of girl time/adult interaction/conversations that … [Read more...]
The Modern Day Lullaby
It's probably not good that I found myself singing Dash Two this song today as a lullaby. I'm that tired. To be fair, is there anything really wrong with cornbread? I didn't think so. How many of you have caught yourself singing some inappropriate song to a little one anyways? I can't be the only one guilty of this.Maybe next week when I've gotten some gym time courtesy of those free week long passes gyms string you along with. You know the ones- where they hope upon hope that you'll cough up an introductory fee, your left lung and perhaps some free local press after they suck an additional transaction fee out of your bank account just because. Maybe then I'll feel more energized and I'll be awake enough for date night (ooh date night- a.k.a. asleep by 9 p.m.) where a white Russian … [Read more...]
There’s Nothing Like the Smell of Chemicals in the Morning
Bug Spray. Exterminator juices (well, that sounds kind of ick, now doesn't it?) or what have you. There is nothing I like more than sitting in an enclosed space and seeing the exterminator walk through the door with his little spraying canister device. And then start spraying the office I'm waiting in. Including all around the couch that I'm sitting on and into every nook and cranny.While I appreciate my mechanics effort to be bug free what with those enticing candy machines for lost children, vending machines and the free hot muddy substance they call coffee all over the place, I do not like hanging out with or without TD and literally being sprayed as if I'm the cockroach in the corner.It might smell like victory to the exterminator but to me it just smells a bit unsafe.Read here for … [Read more...]
A Meme for Me?! Aww… You Shouldn’t Have
I've been tagged for a meme courtesy of Lattes and Life. The rules: Each player answers the questions about themselves. At the end of the post, the player then tags 5 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know they’ve been tagged and asking them to read your blog. Let the person who tagged you know when you’ve posted your answer.What was I doing ten years ago? Let's see.....I was in my senior year of college. Going to school full-time and wrapping up sorority life. I was panicked about finding a job and had just met H. Life was a whirlwind that seemed so stressful at the time but now seems so carefree.What are five (non-work) things on my to-do list for today:T.D.'s first hair cut. Got to get rid of that Nick Nolte mug shot … [Read more...]
New Obsessions
I used to obsess about handbags and cute sandals. Really. Just weeks ago. Accessories and nail polishes were like air to me. These days all my creative juices seem sapped by a guppy-sized being inhabiting my lower regions. My desires for cute butt jeans and wedge heels have transferred to working myself into a lather over just the idea of a Pizza Hut pan pizza only for me. When I sit down to work all I can think of is how brownies repulse me and the idea of a nachos bell grande seems like pure bliss. My house never feels clean and I want to change my sheets daily. I yearn to plant acres of flowers, and I've started exploring Top Online Plant Stores for inspiration. All ideas of baking have been put aside. I am not pregnant I have had a lobotomy. People say this about mothers all the … [Read more...]