SAHM

By now you know I hate being sick.  I whined about it yesterday. So when I woke up this morning with a throat that hurt more than I-don’t-know-what and an uvula the size of a golfball, I wasn’t sure what I was dreading more.  A trip to the ER (yes, because I am super...
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Hayden brings home viral per-school germie germs every day.  We wash hands, eat our greens, and do the best we can.  I pride myself on staying well.  Besides, I don’t have time for sickness.  So you can imagine the defeat I felt when I went to bed last night with the smallest of sore...
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I am feeling slumpy.  Frumpy.  A little bit grumpy.  I am in a teeny writing slump.  And I don’t like it.  I know everyone goes through this from time to time, but I still don’t like it. S is off snowboarding, H is at school, and you’d think that I would be rushing to...
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It’s 2 o’clock in the afternoon.  I am still feeling all of the turkey, apple crisp, and wine from last night. I didn’t run this morning.  I am still in my pajamas.  The pants have dried beef chili all over them. I haven’t washed my face yet today, much less taken a shower.  I...
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This evening’s Play Doh scenario: Hayden: I want to make a giant vegetable.  A scary one. Mommy:  Ooo, a giant vegetable?  Beaming with pride because my three year-old loves vegetables so much that he wants to make them out of Play Doh. Daddy: Why scary? Hayden: I want it to be scary like Halloween....
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They met at the gym.  Kindergym, to be exact.  And it was love at first sight.   And now, my three year-old has a girlfriend. This is legit.  Starry-eyed, hand-holding, I want to tickle you, completely crazy love. The girl is great.  We love her.   In fact, if they manage to avoid cooties and grow...
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This is what Hayden says to me after a fake bobo he reportedly sustained on the landing of our poorly carpeted stairs (other than rugburn on the bottoms of his feet, there was no possibility of injury caused by our rough, yet cushioned, carpet). Mommy, I need you to take care of me. As...
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Scott sits down at the table with his coffee and cereal. We attempt a conversation, which consists of half-sentences broken up by Hayden’s demands for attention. “Read me this book, Mommy.” “I will, after I finish my cereal.” We exchange a few more words, mostly about his work, or the course of Hayden’s latest...
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I am sure those of you who have been following The Making Of a Manta Ray Costume are eagerly awaiting the final product.  It was completed on time and worn with enthusiasm. Did my sewing exhibit expertise?  No. Did my “measurements” work out the first time?  The second time?  The third time?  No. Did...
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As I kiss Hayden goodbye, I can feel this morning’s coffee in my bladder.  I go through a mental checklist of all the things I need to get done in the next three hours.  As I turn the corner, my car escapes the shade of giant oaks and I can feel the warmth of...
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Phase 1- devise a plan.  Phase 2- execute the plan.  Phase 3- create something recognizable. This is seriously happening.  This Making Of a Manta Ray Costume.  I have the main body all pieced together, and after chasing Hayden down several times for a “fitting” I think I finally have the proportions right.  Or, at...
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I devised a plan.  Mapped it out, on paper.  And now, the plan is being executed.  I have officially completed phase 2 of The Making Of a Manta Ray Costume (phase 1 being the plan). Despite my amateur sewing skills and general lack of craftiness, this is actually happening.  Yes, I have created some...
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After another failed attempt to feed my child refried beans and cheese, I think, “How can we possibly share the same genes?”  when we have so many differences. Like his fear of the swing, when I spent countless hours of my childhood swinging as high as the tree branches, and Scott thrives on flying...
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I really have something I need to get off my chest (as if I don’t do that here already). Lately, I have been getting numerous “comments” to my posts that are, well, more like messages of a personal agenda to save me.  Comments from readers that they are worried about me and will be...
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