My New Bed Partner

December 6, 2010 ~ Lenore Diane ~ Leave a comment

I’ve dreamed of this moment for years. While laying in bed, waiting for sleep to find me, I visualized myself surrounded in warmth. Thoughts of cuddling with my new partner, always put a smile on my face. Yet, with the rise of the morning sun, the smile would set on my face. Rob pushed back. Not ready to share his bed, he discouraged me taking on a new partner.

In an effort to win Rob’s approval, I would show him pictures of my harmless (yet fulfilling) partner. I assumed the simple look of my friend would ease Rob’s insecurities. I assured Rob that I would still need him, even with my new friend. And, I tried to explain to Rob that he might like sharing his bed. I mentioned several benefits Rob would gain by welcoming my friend in the bedroom. Alas, Rob was not convinced. Though my dreams continued, it seemed as though my friend and I would remain separated.

I’m not sure how it happened, and I’m not sure what changed his mind. But one afternoon, Rob came to me, perhaps realizing my fantasy was not diminishing but growing; with a look of caution and curiosity, he told me I could make my dream a reality. Excitement filled my heart, as I thought about my new bed partner. Immediately, I made arrangements to get my partner to the house, and I counted down the days . . .

Gone were the nights of turtle necks and wool socks. Gone were the nights of adding layer upon layer before bed vs. removing layer upon layer before bed. With my new partner, the desire to undress myself was reborn.

As I prepared to share my bed with my new friend, I slowly removed my socks. I slowly removed my other socks. I slowly removed my sweat pants. I slowly removed my leg warmers. I took a break and went to the bathroom. When I returned, I noticed my new partner was starting to get worked up and warmed up. I continued preparing for my partner by slowly removing my long underwear. I slowly removed my sweatshirt. I slowly removed my t-shirt. I slowly removed my turtleneck. I slowly removed my undershirt. And there I was, for the first time in years … standing before my new partner, barefooted and wearing nothing but a simple pair of pajamas.

I jumped into bed, wrapped myself in the warmth of my new partner and sighed. Thank you, Rob. I love my new electric blanket.

Dec. 1st: This isn’t just a post, it’s your present.

December 1, 2010December 1, 2010 ~ Lenore Diane ~ 1 Comment

BirthdayGirl — Triplet Mom's sister, Me and Triplet Mom (pre-kids) in the Spring of 1988. Oh, it's Triplet Mom's sister's birthday, too. They are twins. Funny how that works - sharing the same birthday and all.

My dream? To be featured on WordPress’ Freshly Pressed. The dream of others? To be featured in my post. Huh? What? Is that wrong? Your dream, I mean? Well, I was hoping at least someone I knew wanted to be featured in my post. Because, Ms. Mom to triplets and a singleton, this is your post!

No, I’m kidding. I won’t talk about you throughout my entire post. However, on December 1st, I always remember two things: 1.) World AIDS Day and 2.) your birthday, which happens to be your 40th one. So, remember, Ms. Mom to triplets and a singleton, AIDS is preventable. If you have sex, practice safer sex; and, if you use needles, don’t share needles! Oh, and happy 40th birthday!

ACT AWARE Banner Colour — World AIDS Day 2010 - Take Action and Tackle HIV/AIDS

In other news, the end of this month marks a full year of blogging for me. I am certain all of you are thankful for the words of wisdom I have posted over the 2010 year. My faithful and loyal readers are too many to thank personally. Okay, that’s a lie, and you know that’s a lie. So, I say “Thanks!” to my few, but loyal, fans: Crazy Puppy Lady, Tortey, Triplet Mom, Betty (or is it Veronica?) and Andrea HT. And, I will get around to paying the five of you, I promise.

I am working on my last post of the 2010 year, and I am looking forward to writing during the 2011 year. Whether you feel I’ve junked-up the blogosphere or added quality posts, I’ve enjoyed myself. And, assuming this is not your first time visiting my blog, I further assume you’ve enjoyed yourself, too. A little? Maybe?

With the start of December, a list reviewing the highs and lows of the year start popping up all over the place. The year in review seems to begin the first day of the month, as if there aren’t an additional 30 days to follow. Among the year-end lists comes a list of famous people we’ve lost during the year. Added to the list this week: Leslie Nielsen. “Who are you? How did you get in here?” “I’m a locksmith. And, I’m a locksmith.”

What are some of your top memories of 2010? What are some of your highs and lows from this year? And, if you’ve read several of my posts, which one was your favorite? Which post was your least favorite? If you don’t mind sharing, I’d really like to read what you have to say.

To date, I have received the highest number of hits during the month of March, totaling 901. And yet, the busiest week was in September, with 335 hits during the 37th week of the year. The busiest day took place that week, September 13th, when I received 167 hits. Supposedly, WordPress doesn’t count me hitting myself – hitting my own blog, I mean. If it did, I’d break 100 every day!

Now, I realize me talking stats about my blog may not make for good reading, but I am amazed that I’ve received any hits at all. I mean, aside from the five folks I mentioned earlier, I didn’t expect to break 5 hits in a day, let alone 30. And yet – I get an average of 30 hits a day. OK. Don’t laugh. I am small potatoes, I know. I may not even be a potato. I get that. Still I write. And I will continue to write – for the five of you or the five hundred of you. Hmm… I wonder if I could get five hundred hits in a month. Something to shoot for in 2011, perhaps.

Happy birthday, Ms. Mom to triplets and a singleton! Happy 40th birthday! Have a super dooper day and a magnunderful birthday week! And again, even in your 40s, if you have sex, remember to practice safer sex, and if you use needles, don’t share needles!

The Crazy Behind the Curtain

November 29, 2010November 29, 2010 ~ Lenore Diane ~ 5 Comments

Getting up and heading to church on Sundays is something we do more often than not. The morning pace is slow, but we manage to make it to the church on time. The boys go to their Sunday school classes, and Rob and I go to our Sunday school class. This past Sunday was different. We were given the task (honor, really) to light the first candle of the advent season. We were to light the candle during the 9:30 am church service.

Our morning routine was a little more rushed, wanting to look our very best for the congregation. I wanted to make sure the boys wore their pants without holes, and shirts/sweaters that actually matched their pants. On this particular Sunday – socks and sandals would not be acceptable. We were rushing around in an attempt to look like the ‘perfect’ family.

As we were heading to church, I noticed several other cars on the road. And, from what I could see, many of the cars had folks dressed in their ‘Sunday’ best. I reflected back to Thanksgiving, when my niece took a picture of me, Rob and the boys, because the holiday season typically brings with it greeting cards. Many greeting cards. And, many of the greeting cards include a picture of the family. Most pictures show a happy family, smiling beautifully in their best holiday clothes. Or perhaps, the picture was taken at the beach, and they are donning similar outfits – white tops and blue bottoms. Regardless of the pose or the clothes, taking the perfect holiday picture is a ritual for many families. And, wanting to include a picture of our perfect family in our holiday card, I made sure our family took part in the ritual.

Perhaps, if you peel back the curtain in our family you may find: the rushing around the house; the bickering and snapping over this and that, because of this and that; the pull in the pantyhose that leads to a run, because of an attempt to chase the dog off the bed and out of the bedroom, while also trying to get dressed; the grape jelly that falls off the toast and lands on a clean Sunday shirt, as a 4yr old eats while also bouncing in his chair; the glitter glue picture that had to be completed by a 5yr old and ends up in his lap – leaving globs of glue behind on his Sunday pants; etc.

Then again, you may find a perfectly composed family, clean and neat, with freshly washed and pressed clothes, brushed teeth and hair, all smiles and ready to please. Though, as I shake a Magic 8 Ball, I’m not at all surprised to find, “Looks Doubtful.”

What follows is a series of photo mishaps, in the effort of getting the ‘perfect’ shot. Starting with my boys, in a series of pictures where one realizes he is tickling the other to the point of no return. And, I am not including the perfect shots, because really, there is more fun to be had while living in the crazy.