One door is closing
While another one opens
A new adventure.
The kids find their seat
When the school bell rings.
One door is closing
While another one opens
A new adventure.
The kids find their seat
When the school bell rings.
.:: Angry Birds
I am not a hip chick. I have never been a hip chick. After 40+ years, I’m guessing the label ‘hip chick’ will never be stuck on me. After all, I continue to lose myself by listening to Cat Stevens and John Denver. In fact, I have Neil Diamond’s Jazz Singer in my Netflix queue. Hip and Lenore are not synonymous.
.:: A Date ::.
You may not like what I have to say;
Alas, I’m not a fan of Valentine’s Day.
Perhaps I was single a little to long;
Or maybe it was that Linkin Park song.
One thing is for certain, I believe love is great;
But, I’ll take spontaneity over a calendar date.
.:: Every Day ::.
Valentines Day. Boo.
Love should be shared daily;
Please use protection.
.:: The One with the Arrow ::.
He’s a naked baby with wings, carrying a bow;
Spreading love and who knows what else, Yo.
The pressure he puts on friends and lovers;
While the single ones hide under their covers.
Cupid, hurry up with your havoc and go.
♥ Word. ♥
The parents of my nighttime responsibility are in the process of testing bottles for daycare. Mom goes back to work soon, and they want to make sure Baby is doing well with her bottle. As it stands now, Baby gets more ‘boob’ than anything else. But, with Mom heading to work, Baby will have to settle for a plastic boob. My first child was mainly a boob drinker, but when a bottle was used – he wasn’t picky. My second child? He wanted a boob and nothing else, and he was not open to discussion.
The 7th bottle? Craziness. Yet, the different styles and types of bottles are endless. Add to the mix the countless types of nipples for said bottles, and well – one can easily become overwhelmed with the choices. So, I should not be surprised that Mom and Dad are trying several different bottles to find the one that is ‘just right’. And a note to parents, Dr. Browns bottles work well, but honestly – with all the parts and pieces … spare yourself, your ‘to do’ list is long enough already.
A perfect bottle is the quest.
Until it’s found, no one will rest.
So many choices, each a different type.
What is practical and what is hype?
Next comes the nipple, another choice to make.
There are six different types for goodness sake!
Overly complicated? You think? Maybe?
Then again, nothing is too good for baby.
:: What’s in your Dryer?
Top 10 Items Found in Our Dryer
7. More rocks
6. Plastic Army guy
5. Always Thin Maxi Pad (still neat (though swollen) in wrapper)
3. Pampers diaper (did not fare as well as the maxi pad)
2. More Kleenex
1. Raisins (the raisin box is still MIA)
It eats socks,
and spits out rocks.
It handles pads with care,
leaving diapers worse for wear.
Regardless of the setting, whether normal or fluff,
it is truly dependable, and it is truly tough.
Though it can create static cling,
the dryer is a wonderful thing.
Today I am spending the day in bed. My husband has taken today and Monday as a vacation days, so he can watch our youngest, since our daycare provider also took those days as vacation days. Anyway, I’ve been battling a cold for the past three weeks, and I am finally forcing myself to do nothing. Well, do nothing except write. (Thank you to my kind husband and my kind boss for allowing me this down time.)
I am struggling to finish this post, in part because my head is clogged to the point that I am having a hard time hearing real voices, as well as my inner voices. In addition, I am struggling to finish this post, because I am distracted by what is going in the lives of those around me. I prefer my Friday posts be funny and lighthearted, yet life doesn’t always cooperate. Forrest Gump was right. Life is like a box of chocolates; you don’t know what you are going to get. Furthermore, while you are enjoying your caramel chew, someone else is stuck with the vanilla cream. Eeew.
My friend’s Mom continues her cancer battle, as her radiation treatments resumed earlier this week. And my friend feels her Mom’s last visit to their house was the last time she’d be able to make the trip. Rob’s cousin was told by his oncologist to start looking for hospice care, because he (the doctor) did not have any other treatments to offer him and his battle with cancer: renal, liver, lymph and spine. (Though Rob’s cousin is not giving up, and he is currently seeking treatment elsewhere.) Another friend of mine is in the process of getting her daughter tested for a chromosomal disorder, which would mean a lifetime of health challenges. And yesterday, out of the blue, my son asked me, “When are you going to die, Mommy? Will I still be a kid and have to watch Charlie?” He was afraid he would have to watch Charlie on his own (at the age of 5), and he didn’t think he could do it.
Haiti, still trying to recover from the earthquake, is getting hit by a hurricane. Indonesia is battling the after effects of an earthquake, tsunami and volcano. Mosque bombing in Pakistan. Plane crash in Cuba. The depressing news surrounds us. And, because I am forcing myself to stop today, the sad news is harder to ignore.
Thank God for the complications in finding the perfect baby bottle, and thank God for the miscellaneous items that find their way into the dryer. We need those ‘crazy’ moments as comic relief (though, one may not be laughing as s/he pick up each and every tiny piece of Kleenex scattered through the laundry). And my cold? Please. My cold will go away. And, my cold is not even a blip on the radar of life. Plus, I have a 4yr old coming in my room hourly, asking me if I need anything.
My life is good. And, while I enjoy my bed rest, I will keep those around me in my thoughts and prayers. And, I will do what I can to provide a little bit of sunshine and hope to those around me. After all, everyone is battling something. Hopefully, you’ll find a better chocolate soon.
The roller coaster of life,
Filled with joys and strife.
We’re all aboard this crazy train.
And, we all need help in staying sane.
So, keep the chocolate at your side.
You’ll need it for this bumpy ride.
Take care of yourself, and be kind to others.
“Remember when my parents borrowed my car, and I used my Mom’s car for a week?” He asked.
“Yes.” I replied.
“Well, I took my Mom’s car to the grocery store one day. When I came out of the grocery store, I got in the car and got ready to drive away. But, I noticed something.”
He continued, “The seat was leaned way back, and I didn’t remember reclining the seat at all.”
Then he started laughing hard. “I looked around inside the car, and I realized I was in the wrong car!”
I laughed and said, “That’s funny. I have a similar story. I didn’t share it with you because I was too embarrassed.”
“During a trip to Target, I walked away from my cart to look through the clothes. I didn’t find anything, and I went back to my cart and continued shopping. I went to the card section to buy several birthday cards. I was probably there for 10 minutes. When I was done, I put all the cards in the cart. Then I realized, it wasn’t my cart!”
Rob and I start laughing.
“I went back to the clothes section, where I got the cart. I parked the cart, and slowly walked away. I pretended to look through the clothes, again. And, I noticed a woman come and take her cart away without a word. I felt like the biggest dork. I waited awhile before I went and retrieved my real cart.”
Lost in thought with so many things on your mind.
All sorts of distractions, basically leaving you blind.
Where are the car keys? Who put that chair there?
I know I’m going some place; I just don’t remember where.
You make it home, thinking things could be worse.
You unload your car and realize that’s not your purse.
.:: It’s All a Daze
Week two of my overnight part-time job. I am so glad Rob and I decided not to have a third child. Though the reasoning behind the ‘no more kids’ decision was based more on me being psycho and our relationship struggling than the genuine desire to increase the family.
Lacking a full-night’s worth of sleep for two days out of the week is really taking its toll on me and my over 40yr old self. I’m not more cranky without the sleep (Rob may beg to differ); I am just plain tired and lacking any sort of motivation and focus. (Though really, motivation was hard to find even with sleep.)
My son’s teacher is celebrated her birthday this week. My son came to me with an elaborate idea to make a special craft for his teacher’s birthday. He wanted to make a lesson for his teacher, similar to one she uses in his in class. I was impressed with his grand idea, and I wanted to see it through to fruition. Well, the day before his teacher’s birthday and a day after no sleep, I asked him if he was ready to start on the project. He said ‘no’.
If I was working with a weeks worth of sleep, I would not have accepted his ‘no’ response. In fact, I would have said, “Okay, Joe. You need to start working on your project.” However, because I am lacking sleep these days, I said, “Ok.” And honestly, I was impressed with his idea; I thought his teacher would appreciate it; and, I was looking forward to having him tackle the task. Alas, I was too tired to push for it. This is one of those times where I will have to find satisfaction in knowing he had good and creative intentions. Then again, I’m so tired, I’ll probably forget that part, too.
Loopiness and no focus
Ooo pretty colors
.:: Don’t go back to Rockville
Sleep will find me this weekend. In addition to sleep – junk food, movies and great conversation will find me, too. This weekend, I am taking a road trip to meet a girlfriend of mine. (Meeting a boyfriend of mine would be a bit odd, seein’ as I am married.)
I met my friend when I moved to Rockville, MD back in 1992. I moved back to Georgia two years later, after my father died. (No, I didn’t move back because I thought, ‘Woo hoo! My dad is gone. I can go home now!’ I moved back to be closer to my family, because I wasn’t able to get to my Dad in time.)
Even though I moved back to Georgia, my girlfriend in Maryland remained and remains one of my best friends. So this weekend, she is driving south, I am driving north and we will meet in the middle. Woo hoo! We’ve booked the hotel, and we’ll both arrive within minutes of check-in on Friday and leaving no earlier than check-out on Sunday. We’ve already discussed the junk food we’ll have in the room, as well as the movies. And, we’ve loaded ourselves up with books to read.
Though we are prepared with a plethora of entertainment, we’ll also bask in the quiet free time. Because we both have young kids (6 and 4, 5 and 4), we have a greater appreciation for quiet free time. Aaaaaah….. quiet free time.
Hitting the road and heading out.
Spending time with a friend is what it’s about.
My time I’m a’wasting. I need to publish this post.
So, I can get in the car and head for the coast.
The coast is not really the destination this time.
But, I need to hurry, and I am trying to rhyme.
Okay, I’m going; hug hug – kiss kiss.
I didn’t even have to shave for this!
Be good to yourself, and be kind to others.