Every time I turn around I am being forced to face the fact that my children are growing up way too fast. This weekend my bitty baby boy had a little red pimple on his face. UGH!!!!!! Isn't that a teenager thing? How can that be happening to my baby? Now I get to add use the face wash to the brush your teeth and shower list. Fabulous, because the teeth and shower thing has been so much fun to police.
Then just as I am getting over the pimple thing he started taking the radio in the bathroom while he showered. I don't know about you but that was such a teenager thing to do that it made me kind of sad. There he was in there blow drying his hair and jamming out to his tunes. What happened to bath time with Barney? How long has it actually been since I fished GI Joes out of the bottom of the tube? That time just flew right past and I guess I didn't realize it until now. I want it back just for one day. I want to see him make a bubble beard and drive his cars along the side of the tub. As someone said, "kids are like toilet paper , you don't really appreciate it until it's almost gone." Truer words were never spoken.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Thursday, May 22, 2008
When did I start...
arguing with people while I am in traffic? I think it all started when the Oakland Road Commissioner sat in his office wondering how he could make the lives of all the commuters in Commerce Township miserable. He came up with a brilliant plan!! He closed all the roads that get you across the town except for one. Then he assigned a little road construction on the one open road. I imagine him in his office twisting his waxed mustache and laughing. I will tell you he is the only one laughing. So with all this happening tensions are running high.
Yesterday I was sitting in traffic and and pulled into the intersection while the light was green. OF course traffic immediately stopped and the light turned yellow and then red. Well, the lady waiting to turn left starting having some kind of arm spasms because I was blocking her path. She's yelling at me and I am doing hand gestures trying to mutely explain to her that it was green when I pulled out. It was absurd to say the least. Traffic moved and being the bigger person I let her in and we moved forward. I felt pretty good about taking the high road and that feeling lasted for about two blocks. Little Miss Arm Spasm was on her cell phone ( no doubt telling her friends how stupid I was) and didn't realize the traffic was moving. The little Angel on my shoulder said, "Just be patient" but the little devil said "Honk the horn and give her a heart attack." I wish I could write and tell you the angel won but she did not. I slowing eased up behind Little Miss Arm Spasm and honked my horn. The good news is the woman did not have a heart attack but the bad news is my little angel gave me her two weeks notice. Apparently, she doesn't feel "she is being heard" and "her role in the organization" isn't being taken seriously. Whatever.......maybe she'll go to work for the Road Commission.
Yesterday I was sitting in traffic and and pulled into the intersection while the light was green. OF course traffic immediately stopped and the light turned yellow and then red. Well, the lady waiting to turn left starting having some kind of arm spasms because I was blocking her path. She's yelling at me and I am doing hand gestures trying to mutely explain to her that it was green when I pulled out. It was absurd to say the least. Traffic moved and being the bigger person I let her in and we moved forward. I felt pretty good about taking the high road and that feeling lasted for about two blocks. Little Miss Arm Spasm was on her cell phone ( no doubt telling her friends how stupid I was) and didn't realize the traffic was moving. The little Angel on my shoulder said, "Just be patient" but the little devil said "Honk the horn and give her a heart attack." I wish I could write and tell you the angel won but she did not. I slowing eased up behind Little Miss Arm Spasm and honked my horn. The good news is the woman did not have a heart attack but the bad news is my little angel gave me her two weeks notice. Apparently, she doesn't feel "she is being heard" and "her role in the organization" isn't being taken seriously. Whatever.......maybe she'll go to work for the Road Commission.
Sunday, May 18, 2008
OMG , am I ready?
In less than three weeks I will be traveling to Australia with Ashley and her choir. Have I planned ahead? NO!!! All I have is a passport and a good attitude. As I laid in bed I began to have all these nagging thoughts and started to get a little freaked out.
1. What if I get the dreaded Travelers diarrhea?
2. What if I get there and there is no diet coke? Me, no diet coke, seventeen teenagers and a twelve day journey has international incident written all over it.
3. Logistics.....I once got lost driving to my dads. I drove four hours and ended up in a hotel 45 minutes from our house.
4. What if my roomie snores louder than I do?
5. My friend Tara says when you travel internationally you should dress in muted colors and try not to draw attention to yourself. Hello...have you met me? I don't think muted colors is going to help me. Plus , life may not be worth living without chunky jewelery and a pink metallic purse.
6. I took Ashley to the ballpark the other night and it was like taking a newborn. She needed her feet up , she needed a snack, she needed a blanket, the sun was in her eyes, blah, blah, blah. If she is this high maintenance in Australia I am coming back alone and sticking with the story that the dingo ate my baby.
7. What if I have bad Aussie karma because I am always joking that "maybe the dingo ate your baby?". Damn that Elaine on Seinfeld.
8. What do I pack? I usually take a huge bag for a weekend. I am a firm believer that if the flight goes down I should be able to make myself at home on a deserted island and still be able to exfoliate and pluck my eyebrows. I pack for the long haul for the short haul.
9. What if I lose my good tweezers? My friend Tara had that happen once and she has never been quite the same.
10. Who will navigate the 11 year old girls of Michigan through Michael's weekly break ups and drama?
You see it is all very complicated and worrisome. So many trivial details and so little time to really freak out about them. Ya'll pray for me. Ya'll pray for the Aussies!!
1. What if I get the dreaded Travelers diarrhea?
2. What if I get there and there is no diet coke? Me, no diet coke, seventeen teenagers and a twelve day journey has international incident written all over it.
3. Logistics.....I once got lost driving to my dads. I drove four hours and ended up in a hotel 45 minutes from our house.
4. What if my roomie snores louder than I do?
5. My friend Tara says when you travel internationally you should dress in muted colors and try not to draw attention to yourself. Hello...have you met me? I don't think muted colors is going to help me. Plus , life may not be worth living without chunky jewelery and a pink metallic purse.
6. I took Ashley to the ballpark the other night and it was like taking a newborn. She needed her feet up , she needed a snack, she needed a blanket, the sun was in her eyes, blah, blah, blah. If she is this high maintenance in Australia I am coming back alone and sticking with the story that the dingo ate my baby.
7. What if I have bad Aussie karma because I am always joking that "maybe the dingo ate your baby?". Damn that Elaine on Seinfeld.
8. What do I pack? I usually take a huge bag for a weekend. I am a firm believer that if the flight goes down I should be able to make myself at home on a deserted island and still be able to exfoliate and pluck my eyebrows. I pack for the long haul for the short haul.
9. What if I lose my good tweezers? My friend Tara had that happen once and she has never been quite the same.
10. Who will navigate the 11 year old girls of Michigan through Michael's weekly break ups and drama?
You see it is all very complicated and worrisome. So many trivial details and so little time to really freak out about them. Ya'll pray for me. Ya'll pray for the Aussies!!
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