So I cleaned behind my stove yesterday. Holy Guacamole!!! I would have never even looked had my son not rolled his new mini skateboard (bought with his birthday money from grandma) right under it, the minute we got home from buying it! “Really????” I said with total exasperation. (One of my very favorite sayings….often used with the same tone of desperation over and over again with my children)
So move over stove…..and to my utter dismay and disgust: there it was. The horrifying mass of dirt, fuzz, hair, and God only knows what else. How could it be THIS bad when we just moved here a few months ago and cleaned the place from top to bottom. I vividly remember the hour I spent laboring in this particularly gross area too…
This was not on my “to do” list …..but you can’t see this horror and simply push the darn thing back pretending it wasn’t there, now can you? Hate when that happens.
My mouth is throbbing and my gums are torn and I have sores all over my lips. Pretty huh? I had dental surgery 5 days ago…. 14 crowns and 6 frontal fillings. I decided last year that if I needed that much work done….you better put my butt OUT for it and lets getter all done! (In words my precious dear couz would use!) This amazing dentist did it all within 5 hours under general anesthesia. It was a pretty rough awakening to a mouth full of what felt like 50 pounds of cement chained to my jaw. But I gotter done! It will take a while to recover from this shindig, and I still have to put the real deals on soon-as I am sure it will most definitely piss off my mouth once more! But may I gently advise to all those out there that need a lot of work done and you are loathing the idea of it? Find a dentist who has a good anesthesiologist and go OUT for it all! Getter done! So glad it’s almost over. Best decision I made about my teeth! Just thought I’d share…
I just threatened to take away all of my son’s birthday gifts if he: Jumps on the couch, climbs the pipe holding up our ceiling, jumps off the basement stairs, does his “ninja” routine in the kitchen again….
I hate winter. My kids would beg to differ, as they love to play in the cold white stuff that I dread driving in. But for all you sledders, skiers, snowboarders out there- I’m stickin’ to my opinion on this one! Sun and warmth, please come soon!
Is this powerful literature you’re reading or what? I wonder who is still reading this junk anyway! By now, whoever started reading this blog is far gone to another, I’m sure. Sorry!
I love birthday parties. I love children. I hate the chaos. But love the fun! Last year I had thirty (yes I am crazy!) 4-6 year olds bowling for my son’s 4th birthday. I had a “recess” party at the school playground last spring with outnumbered children on a beautiful May afternoon for my daughter’s 7th birthday. Next weekend I am having my son’s 5th birthday party at the recreation center’s climbing wall. Woohoo!!! Love it! Love to fill party bags and bake cupcakes and all that jazz! Good memories….
I just said goodbye to the cutest little four-year-old boy I was watching this morning. His mommy had her third little miracle and needed to go to the doctor. Don’t ya just love helping people?? I just don’t think there is anything else that feels better in life. My day was set for errands, and it turned into a lovely round after round of Candyland and building cool robots with blocks. I kept stopping my head from spinning my “to do” list as I thought to myself: “This is it, right here and now. This is what life is all about, making this precious boy laugh and feel comfortable in my home”. It brought more joy to me than it did to him, I believe. So many amazing friends have done so much for me, I love love love to do the same for others. The best things in life are those moments that grow the spirit. The errands will wait another day. For today, I was blessed!
My son’s birthday is tomorrow. I haven’t written his letter or my daughter’s letter for that matter in months! How awful of me! I have been writing them letters about their lives since I found out they were in my belly. I have mounds of papers in a big scrapbook with pictures and “treasures” from that period of time I write about. I wrote every week when I was pregnant with my first, telling her all of the details of my pregnancy. Then wrote her every month after she was born. Then my second came…..wrote the same- trying so hard to keep up with two letters. Fast forward to now, and I am shooting for a letter a season for each. Well, I last wrote before our move in September. Time’s a flying baby! School days gone by, Christmas has come and gone, now my son’s birthday. Must use my newfound blogging energy to write my dear children! I wonder if they will ever read these long ramblings of mine. But I am at peace knowing that if, by chance, something should ever happen to me, they will have all my love letters and know me and remember me well. I cherish them. I can’t remember anything from their first tooth to what they ate last night! But I have the letters that can fill me in on those precious details of their lives. It is well worth the time and effort of capturing each season of their life on paper, whether it is for me or for them!
Okay…..I’m done. Gotta go. Gonna squeeze in just one little errand before I get the kids!