Mom vs. Wife vs. Sanity

Tuesday, November 16, 2004

Milk and cookies in the a.m.

I have decided breakfast today will be chocolate chip cookies. It can’t be that much of a departure from Eggo waffles drenched in syrup or some frosted monstrosity of a cereal. When baked they are warm, which makes them count as a “hot breakfast”; they are round and relatively flat, which means they... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, November 15, 2004

I have a date! She's a redhead.

I’m dating someone new. If feels like it anyway; I have made a new Mom-friend at Alex’s school and we are in the courting stages. This means we have not been to each other’s homes (and therefore not evaluated relative cleanliness or messiness) but we have exchanged names and phone numbers. We have... Sign in to see full entry.

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Morning at the Mommy Manor

Little tiny bunny heads floating in my hot chocolate. Mmmm. I am usually a tiny round marshmallow fan, but when I take the kids shopping a lot of things jump in the cart that I don't notice until I am unpacking the groceries. Usually my daughter asks before she adds things to the cart, and she helps... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, November 14, 2004

Excuse me, your nerd is showing....

Monday is fast approaching. Most Sunday nights are a bit anti-climactic as we realize we have still not finished the tile in the kitchen or cleaned the walk-in closet (which is more of a “peek-in” closet right now). But, the amount of things that we did not get accomplished this weekend is over... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, November 13, 2004

Spandex and the Almighty Laundry Lady

As I limped around the house today (still smarting from my acrobatic ass-whooping) I was astounded by the amount of laundry this house produces. I know it is not my son because he refuses to wear both shirts and socks (he is one shoe shy of being banned from all Circle-K stores), and I know it is... Sign in to see full entry.

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The abuse is too much to take.

Last night I kicked my own ass. I have reached the age at which doing something that ten years ago would not have resulted in any harm to anyone now causes many levels of pain and humiliation. In an attempt to be funny, I got up off the couch to “run” away from my husband, who was trying to hand me... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, November 12, 2004

Into the mind of the shoe salesman. Hello? *echo* *echo*

Grandparents have it so easy. My In-laws come to visit every few months and bring with them a spread of toys and clothes rarely seen anywhere but an orphanage at Christmas or a toy store before they put everything on the shelves. The toys are loud, boisterous, annoyingly talkative things that do not... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tomorrow is my day off!!

It is Friday. Are you smiling? Let me say that again: it is Friday. What that means is that when I wake up tomorrow it will not be to a baby falling over the edge of the bed or a two-year old with a wet diaper and an attitude only slightly more pleasant. I will be waking up to my husband sleeping... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, November 11, 2004

Shameless picture of the kiddos

Here they are, the ones who give new meaning to "could I have a paper towel?" and "something stinks..." My little people, Alex (6), Peyton (7 months) and Taylor (ageless evil; okay, 2...) A quick bit o' funny since I don't want you to waste your click: My son's soccer ball was in the door of car and... Sign in to see full entry.

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Kindergarten is a cocktail party.

Everyone shows up looking around to see what everyone else wore, they eat small food, there is time for discussion, and usually there is a fight between a pair of boys who should know better. In my daughter’s class there are some kids I like, some I can’t stand, and some I wish to staple to a wall.... Sign in to see full entry.

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