Not as much story telling tonight, folks, as I'm very tired after an emotionally exhausting week. I'm also facing teenager and baby duty by myself for two days this week, as I have sent hubby to hang with his family on his two days off.
So here you have it, in all it's abbreviated glory: My life.
Silly Goal of the Week: Get sunburned by the end of the weekend. I succeeded. I even have a weird video of my neck, but that was too personal. Suffice it to say that where the sun hit, I am the color of a lovely red thing. And on the pale side, it's just pale ol' me.
Best day: Today. Spent the wee hours with the wee babe, NaNa, whilst she slurped away on the formula. (FYI: That crap STINKS!!) Then went to the beach, to work on my only goal of the weekend, which was to get a sunburn. (Yes, I know it will make me look like someone's old SUV seat, complete with cancer and chemo, but dammit, fat looks better tan!!)
Some of it is just nerves. Some is poor planning (Why haven't I heard from XYZ College yet? I sent them my application a week ago!) Some of it is a complete lack of a plan, so they start to tank graduation, in order to have more time to think about it and not have to leave the relative comfort of high school. I had a NICE "Come to Jesus" meeting with that boy on Friday.
"Can't Wait til All the Kids Are Gone" Moment: When we threw away all the mismatched plates and glasses and bought styrofoam and plastic. What's the point of having nice dishes when the kids break them, and the adults have to wash them. So buh-bye glass! Hello environmental degradation! Plus we're hoping it will create a little more time for Mom and Dad.
Proof that Gorillas do Indeed Still Eat Bananas: When one of our kids acts like themselves, and we get irritated, we go back to a phrase I heard somewhere. Don't buy a gorilla and expect it not to eat bananas. So my pet goril.. I mean daughter Dawn, showed up today wanting to borrow fishing poles. This as I was hopping out of the shower and into clothes at 3:35 for a tutoring session at 4:00 with some of my kids who are taking End of Course Tests tomorrow. I told her that I was running, late, didn't have time to look, and that she and DA couldn't because Hubby had started his project already.
She took this as "Mom hates me, doesn't want me around, so she's being mean." And she and DA left. then she told Danae that she didn't understand why I was "trippin." I asked Dawn what that meant. She said I was acting funny and was rude to her. I told her that she showed up unannounced when I was running an hour late-- I wasn't rude, I was trying to get un-sandy and semi-clean to go to a meeting.
I got a "whatever mom" message back. And so, all is right in the primate world. When it doesn't center around my little gorilla, she gets grumpy.
Can't Find the Words Moment: Tonight, as I was burping NaNa, I realized that she is the perfect fragrance. The top of her head tonight smells happiness. It is a combination of so many things-- kid playing outside, sunshine, sand, baby wash, a hint of sweat, some powder. I wish I could do it justice, find a way to make it come alive for you, but I am not talented enough for the task. Or maybe it's not talent; maybe its one of those things you have to experience a few times so that later in life you can overcome the urge to kill them. But it is amazing. I just want to hold her against me, and breathe through her hair. Not creepy at all, right?
Question for my readers: Do you tweet? Would you read tweets if I became a twit? And why is facebook such a pain??
This is weird: Is it possible to become "addicted" to the drama and arguing of your children? This weekend, Leigh was exiled to her room until it, and she, magically becomes clean. And as a result, there was so little arguing around the house that one could almost say there was none. And I missed it. Or maybe I missed her. Or the idea of her. Or the daily hope that THIS on will be different.
Guilty Moment: I got another pedicure. But I didn't have my Adult Refreshing Beverage, so maybe that balances out somehow.
Navigating Teen Sexuality: Shopping tonight. Picking up a few things I couldn't live without this week (mascara, sippy cups and panty-liners)
Danae: Mom, what is dow-shay? (Rhymes with Ow! As in, that hurt. And hay.)
Danae: That stuff, the dow-shay.
Me: Oh, that's douche.
Danae: No it's not. That's not how you spell it!
Me: I'm pretty sure that's what it is.
D.: So it's French then? (Points for public schools!) What's it do anyway?
Me: You shoot it up into your hoo-ha and it's supposed to clean you out, make you feel fresher.
Danae: I thought you told me they didn't sell sex toys at The Big Store That Sells Everything!
And on that giggly moment, I'll to bed.
ba-deep ba-deep ba-deep . . .
6 years ago