Friday night, daughter kept telling me that I needed to sleep in on Saturday. She was adamant that I not get up early, or come downstairs, or leave my bed. Do you know why? Because she and Hubs made me breakfast in bed. It was just a plain old Saturday, not my birthday, not Mother's Day, not our anniversary, just plain old boring Saturday. They made me a card thanking me for all that I do. I had orange juice and coffee and pancakes and eggs and, well really, an entire breakfast spread with all the fixins. I know, right.
I am greatly appreciative of the sweetness and the love, I mean, really, really appreciative, but I also have to wonder, what is it exactly they want, those little consiprators?
Is this what happens to cynics? I can't even take a simple gift at face value? I need therapy.
Love you Family!
Monday, July 12, 2010
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
I Love Sleep More
My husband and I sleep in separate rooms. Except for the fact that it feels like we are more roommates with benefits than a married couple, it's not so bad. It hasn't always been this way, but he snored so badly that it was an inevitable progression to migrate to separate sleeping quarters lest I continue on in a zombie like status eventually craving brains and/or actually killing him while he slept. Later, we found out he had sleep apnea, he got one of those fancy breathing boxes which curbs the snoring but makes him sound like Darth Vader, I don't know which is worse really. By this time we were so used to sleeping apart we didn't really even think about moving back in together. Our daughter also has a habit of getting up in the middle of the night and migrating to one or the other's room and neither one of us have a bed big enough for three, so, we just kept the pre-box arrangement. Once in a while, we try to hang out together in bed, but it usually ends badly with one or the other kicking someone in their sleep, someone having to put the offspring back in her own bed, someone's too hot, someone's too cold, who stole the covers, stop suffocating me for cryin' out loud. If most normal people spend their nights like this it's no wonder we are a world constantly in a bad mood.
Last night, I decided to grace my husband with my presence because, a) offspring was spending the night somewhere else and b)it was really hot and husband has an in room a/c. I figured I could forgive random kicks, occasional snorts and odd husband sounds for a night between icy cold sheets mid-summer. I was ready and willing to go the long haul, actually sleeping in the same bed as my husband for an entire night. I was drifting to sleep, quite content when I heard a meek, "meow." I ignored it. A little more insistent "Meowwwww." Came from under the closed door I really tried to ignore it. That was when the cat yelled at full volume "MEEEOOWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!" I got up and let the needy monster in. She jumped on me. Purred in my ear, jumped on my husband's back, he threw her off, she jumped on me again, meowed some more, kneaded her little paws into my belly fat, walked up and laid on my chest, purred loudly, walked around my body some more, finally settled on my head. At last she was fulfilled and I could get some sleep. Three hours later, someone opened the door and the cat followed that someone to wherever they were going. The cat did not follow someone back into the bedroom. Someone fell asleep and did not hear the insistent meowing that continued on for about 15 minutes straight. I got up to let the dang cat in and she ran down the hallway toward my room, looking back as if to say, "You comin'?"
So apparently, I am not meant to share a bed with my husband. Even the cat thinks so. So we will continue our unusual married couple ritual of separate quarters as odd as it may seem to other people. Sometimes I wonder about the psyche of my poor daughter who has never known her parents to sleep with one another. Will she go on to marry and think her new husband is crazy for wanting to share a bed? For us though it works, especially those midnight rendezvous in a strange bedroom.
Comments
I changed my comments section to reflect the number of blog stalkers I have because looking at "0 comments" was getting depressing. "0 blog stalkers" makes me feel much less pathetic and more empowered that I have the ability to intimidate blog stalkers to the point that they don't dare visit my blog. It's a triumph really.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Overheard Today
theinspiredroom Blogging tip of the day: JUST BE YOURSELF. If people don't like it, they can move on. :-)
Well crap, this explains my readership.
Well crap, this explains my readership.
Monday, June 28, 2010
The Love List
50 Reasons Why I Love You : A Love List (Hypothetically)
You:
1. Are Intelligent
2. Are Humorous
3. Are Sarcastic
4. Are Faithful. As in, I am the be all end all of women for him. Period, end of story.
5. Are Chivalrous
6. Are Adventurous
7. Are Decisive
8. Are a Provider, as in, you are the man and I am not opposed to traditional gender roles.
9. Can Cook a good meal once in a while
10. Are Handy
11. Are A Self starter
12. Are Witty
13. Love Movies
14. Love Books
15. Love Music
16. Like to talk about movies/books/music
17. Are Motivated
18. Are Not afraid to profess your adoration for me and child(ren), in public
19. Smell nice
20. Take pride in looking presentable.
21. Like to look good/smell nice for me especially
22. Are Loyal
23. Are Understanding
24. Are Opinionated
25. Are Passionate on all accounts. (Life, love, politics, etc….)
26. Are Willing to “talk it out”
27. Understand that just because everyone else is doing it doesn’t make it right.
28. Are Not a Procrastinator
29. Have a plan
30. Are Supportive
31. Re Inventive
32. “Get” me
33. Debate with me
34. Tell me when I am just wrong
35. Do things for me, like the dishes and the laundry, and the cat box, because I hate cleaning the cat box.
36. Can shake your booty
37. Are not afraid to shake booty in public
38. Know that I have a problem with PDA but that I like DA’s at home!
39. Agree with me on the main issues of what’s wrong with people today and support my want to change the world!
40. Understands that I will eventually finish one of the thousand sewing projects I have started before our children leave home to start their own family. Also understand that the outfits I made for our children will eventually be able to fit grandchildren, thus, there really is no deadline for finishing said sewing items.
41. Appreciate me
42. Plan dates for us. Fun, exciting, interesting dates. Not dinner and a move.
43. Get excited for seemingly simple things
44. Look at me as your friend and lover and not just the mother of your child(ren) or housekeeper
45. Enjoy simple pleasures
46. Do not have to keep up with the Jones’
47. Are able to budget and manage money
48. Have a job that does not require long periods of time away from family
49. Make me feel beautiful
50. Make me love you more everyday
You:
1. Are Intelligent
2. Are Humorous
3. Are Sarcastic
4. Are Faithful. As in, I am the be all end all of women for him. Period, end of story.
5. Are Chivalrous
6. Are Adventurous
7. Are Decisive
8. Are a Provider, as in, you are the man and I am not opposed to traditional gender roles.
9. Can Cook a good meal once in a while
10. Are Handy
11. Are A Self starter
12. Are Witty
13. Love Movies
14. Love Books
15. Love Music
16. Like to talk about movies/books/music
17. Are Motivated
18. Are Not afraid to profess your adoration for me and child(ren), in public
19. Smell nice
20. Take pride in looking presentable.
21. Like to look good/smell nice for me especially
22. Are Loyal
23. Are Understanding
24. Are Opinionated
25. Are Passionate on all accounts. (Life, love, politics, etc….)
26. Are Willing to “talk it out”
27. Understand that just because everyone else is doing it doesn’t make it right.
28. Are Not a Procrastinator
29. Have a plan
30. Are Supportive
31. Re Inventive
32. “Get” me
33. Debate with me
34. Tell me when I am just wrong
35. Do things for me, like the dishes and the laundry, and the cat box, because I hate cleaning the cat box.
36. Can shake your booty
37. Are not afraid to shake booty in public
38. Know that I have a problem with PDA but that I like DA’s at home!
39. Agree with me on the main issues of what’s wrong with people today and support my want to change the world!
40. Understands that I will eventually finish one of the thousand sewing projects I have started before our children leave home to start their own family. Also understand that the outfits I made for our children will eventually be able to fit grandchildren, thus, there really is no deadline for finishing said sewing items.
41. Appreciate me
42. Plan dates for us. Fun, exciting, interesting dates. Not dinner and a move.
43. Get excited for seemingly simple things
44. Look at me as your friend and lover and not just the mother of your child(ren) or housekeeper
45. Enjoy simple pleasures
46. Do not have to keep up with the Jones’
47. Are able to budget and manage money
48. Have a job that does not require long periods of time away from family
49. Make me feel beautiful
50. Make me love you more everyday
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Blog Pimping
As it turns out, in writing my Mommy Manifesto, as promised yesterday, I was struck with the sense that I am perhaps bitter, cynical and misguided. Then, I blinked and I was all like "pshaw". Wanting, no needing, to make sure that what I write is more than a rant, I have decided to really get to the heart of the matter, the meat and potatoes of what's irking me. This will inevitably take more preparation that I had originally allotted time for, and so instead of my personal thoughts regarding the demise of mommy hood and child rearing I will instead give you my opinion on something else that is irking me.
I am very much over the blog community and their give-a-ways. I did not subscribe to your blog so that can try to sell me on someone else's blog via their crafty nature and/or superior design awesomeness. What exactly are YOU getting out of this relationship? Free stuff? A chance to increase your readership? I don't want free crap. I certainly don't want to have to visit six blogs and leave six different comments all the hope of winning a Silhouette cutting machine. I want to connect with like minded people who will in turn introduce me to like minded people. Right now, like minded people include those who are blatantly disgusted by advertisers in general pumping our heads with what's hot and new and what we can't live without.
If you make stuff, and you want to sell it, and you want to use your blog as a platform to do so. AWESOME! I like to see people create and I like to see people prosper from their creations. There is an authenticity to someone who tells the story behind their creations. However, blog land is not PR land, stop trying to turn it into the capitalist machine you greedy, sidebar ad selling, Mr. Linky blogging people.
You know what I do appreciate? People who share with the community. Not because they want to increase their readership or make some money, but because they genuinely want to share how to make and create. I give mad Kudos to those people. I like to feel like a community, not like a potential customer.
What was that I was saying about being bitter and cynical earlier? Oh, nevermind.
I am very much over the blog community and their give-a-ways. I did not subscribe to your blog so that can try to sell me on someone else's blog via their crafty nature and/or superior design awesomeness. What exactly are YOU getting out of this relationship? Free stuff? A chance to increase your readership? I don't want free crap. I certainly don't want to have to visit six blogs and leave six different comments all the hope of winning a Silhouette cutting machine. I want to connect with like minded people who will in turn introduce me to like minded people. Right now, like minded people include those who are blatantly disgusted by advertisers in general pumping our heads with what's hot and new and what we can't live without.
If you make stuff, and you want to sell it, and you want to use your blog as a platform to do so. AWESOME! I like to see people create and I like to see people prosper from their creations. There is an authenticity to someone who tells the story behind their creations. However, blog land is not PR land, stop trying to turn it into the capitalist machine you greedy, sidebar ad selling, Mr. Linky blogging people.
You know what I do appreciate? People who share with the community. Not because they want to increase their readership or make some money, but because they genuinely want to share how to make and create. I give mad Kudos to those people. I like to feel like a community, not like a potential customer.
What was that I was saying about being bitter and cynical earlier? Oh, nevermind.
Monday, June 21, 2010
Just Do It My Way, Everything Will Be Fine
First birthday, first day of school, sweet sixteen, high school graduation, college graduation, engagement, wedding, all milestone moments. Days that people will say, “This is the most important day of your life!” I have never looked at any one day as being more important than any other. There is a pattern to life that we all follow and for the most part, we will all have moments that meet at least a few of the aforementioned criteria. For me, the most important day of my life was the day my daughter was born. I was responsible for creating an actual human. Surreal.
I am six years into this motherhood thing. Still trying to work out exactly what it’s all about. What exactly is my role as “Mom”? Sure, I understand, love, protect, teach. I am raising a future citizen of humanity after all. Becoming part of the Mom Club initiated me into something that I had no idea existed pre-conception. The Alpha Woman Society. The A-list mom. Superwoman. Women who work full time, climbing the corporate ladder but still have time to make cupcakes for PTA events. Women whose children and home are always perfectly accessorized and neat. Women who set up play dates at Starbucks to discuss how they know the secret to having the smartest, most psychologically well adjusted kid who will grow up to be the richest most successful whatever they want to be. Of course, working moms aren’t the only piece of the puzzle. Let us please not forget the women who stay at home with their children. They are also just super, aren’t they. Looking down their noses at the working women, tsk tsking at how sad it is for those poor kids who must be shipped off to daycare everyday while mommy brings home the bacon. How awful for those children who do not have the opportunity to participate in all the enriching activities that are only available between the hours of 8 and 5, M-F. How neglected and sad. These poor children who will grow up into damaged adults unable to fully trust and love due to the neglectful behavior of their selfish mothers.
You know what I think? Lucky for you, I am going to spend this week telling you. Aren’t you so excited?
I am six years into this motherhood thing. Still trying to work out exactly what it’s all about. What exactly is my role as “Mom”? Sure, I understand, love, protect, teach. I am raising a future citizen of humanity after all. Becoming part of the Mom Club initiated me into something that I had no idea existed pre-conception. The Alpha Woman Society. The A-list mom. Superwoman. Women who work full time, climbing the corporate ladder but still have time to make cupcakes for PTA events. Women whose children and home are always perfectly accessorized and neat. Women who set up play dates at Starbucks to discuss how they know the secret to having the smartest, most psychologically well adjusted kid who will grow up to be the richest most successful whatever they want to be. Of course, working moms aren’t the only piece of the puzzle. Let us please not forget the women who stay at home with their children. They are also just super, aren’t they. Looking down their noses at the working women, tsk tsking at how sad it is for those poor kids who must be shipped off to daycare everyday while mommy brings home the bacon. How awful for those children who do not have the opportunity to participate in all the enriching activities that are only available between the hours of 8 and 5, M-F. How neglected and sad. These poor children who will grow up into damaged adults unable to fully trust and love due to the neglectful behavior of their selfish mothers.
You know what I think? Lucky for you, I am going to spend this week telling you. Aren’t you so excited?
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