So, this morning when I dropped G off at his day camp, I leaned down to kiss him. For the first time he put his head down and gave me a "MOM! DON'T EMBARASS ME THAT WAY" look. I kissed him on the cheek anyhow. This is the first time he's been unwilling to show public affection. It was just in front of the counselor, not even like any kids were around to witness the horror of his mother kissing him good-bye.
I was hoping we wouldn't have to deal with that one yet. Oh well. He's growing up, my firstborn baby. *sniff* There are times I still want him to crawl back into my lap where he's protected and safe and loved. Do we moms ever get over that? I don't think I will.
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Speaking of babies... I had a lovely phone conversation with NJ yesterday.
Me, cooing into the phone: "Hi baby!"
NJ, sincerely: "Hi-yee bay-ha-bee."
Me: "You're supposed to say "Hi Momma!"
*Pause*
NJ responds with miscellaneous baby babble.
Me, grinning: "I guess 'Hi Baby' is a good start."
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G and I in the car last night, just the two of us. His Nintendo DS had run out of batteries so he was forced to talk to me. Unfortunately all he could muster was a constant stream of Super Mario wisdom and hypotheses. After having been nose down in the game for the entire day, I was hoping to get some real life conversation out of him:
Me, tired of Mario, this, Power Flower, that: "You know honey bunny, there is a whole world out there besides your Mario game or have you forgotten?"
G: "NO."
Me: "I mean, have you even noticed how green the grass is?"
G, perks up: "Green? Just like Luigi's cap, Mom!"
Can we say OBSESSION, borderline ADDICTION?
Ugh, I give up. Why did I get this game system for him in the first place?
Perhaps after he finds all 150 Power Stars, I can have my son back at least for a moment. Even if I don't get to kiss him anymore.
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
To Blog is Divine
Janine asked me why I don't blog anymore.
Actually, I blog all the time: in the car, running errands, in those funny moments I want to remember.... The problem is getting to the computer and having the sacred time to sit and write these things down before they go poof and we're on to the next thing.
Lately my life has been about overwhelm. I have been a virtual autobot, running on "Insane." Life is like this:
1) 6:30 am - try to become conscious, try to move, take pain pills, listen to my husband shower, wait.
2) 7:30-7:45 - hubby out of shower, have the pain pills kicked in?, can I walk straight?, I stumble to the shower and make it as hot as I can stand.
3)7:32-7:47 - rinse the sleepies away as best as possible, at times I have shower company which speeds up and slows down the process of getting moving, I wash as quickly as possible which often involves doing everything with one hand whilst the princess sits on one of my naked hips and stares in awe at the sprays of water and runs her hands through the sprays.
4) 7:45-7:55 - yell for assistance, if I have my naked hip monkey. Otherwise I get out and put the morning in overdrive: towel dry, deoderant, comb, underwear, make-up, dry hair upside down, run fingers through hair, search for the least stinky bra, search for the least stinky pair of pantyhose, go into broken record mode and tell G for the nth time to get dressed, find myself something to wear, search desperately for a matching pair of shoes
5)8:40 - grab purse, search for keys, rush out the door, with at least one child in hand
6) 8:41-9:10 - gravitate to the lane with the slowest driver, listen to sounds of "Me! Mario!" from the back seat, curse every drive who isn't moving to my satisfaction, screech into downtown and toss kid towards his day camp experience, pray there is an open handicap parking spot in the parking garage, feel the humid air dissolve any attempt I made to make my hair look styled, plop into my Aeron chair at work.
7) 9:15 - grab Coke and a bag of Famous Amos Chocolate Chip Cookies for breakfast and check email
8) 9:18 - 1:59 - perhaps do some work, read news, perhaps take a tutorial, try not to fall asleep
9) 1:59 - decide I should probably eat lunch. Usually I heat my box in our kitchenette here at work, but occasionally I run out to seek a satisfying lunch. Think healthy. (Which usually works, actually.)
10) 2:05 - 5:01 - perhaps work--if there is anything for me to do, try to educate myself, read news and such, flirt heavily with boredom, try not to fall asleep, try not to fall asleep, try not to fall asleep... eat chocolate from the candy jar located immediately next to my cube, try not to fall asleep yet again
11) 5:01 - pack my bags, head to G's day camp across the street, walk to the garage and listen to the latest Super Mario Nintendo DS update, throw things into the car, sit the parking garage for 10-15 minutes, creep through downtown, zigzag through neighborhoods, wave to Kay as we pass within sight of her house, pray that lights are green and that Buckner and Garland aren't backed up.
12) 5:50 - sit at Buckner and Garland through at least two lights, pull into NJ's day care in the nick of time (they close at 6:00), leave G nosedown in his DS while I rush inside to get my girlie, chat with the ladies about NJ's day, fight to buckle NJ into her car seat, give NJ a blankie which comes with a complimentary thumb for sucking
13)6:20 - pull up to the house, attempt to unload kids and get them inside, G disappears still nose down in his DS, NJ signs for "more" which means she wants food--now
14)6:30 - change out of work clothes, rummage through the kitchen for items to feed kids, pray that M comes home soon
15)7:00 - M comes home, bribes/threatens G to come out of his room and eat his supper, collapse on couch
16) 7:05 - NJ demands freedom from her chair and then proceed to climb on me, NJ then: attempts to call several people, changes the channel Momma's watching, mutes the channel Momma is watching, plays "up and down" on the couch and laughs wildly every time she climbs up, starts getting the infamous "sleepy bags" under her eyes.
17) 7:40-8:00 - get kids ready for bed, put NJ to bed if she isn't there already
18) 8:00 - start nagging G to change for bed
19) 8:30 - threaten to take away story time, if G can't get his frickin' boxers and T-shirt on
20) 9:00 - go to our room and pile on bed to read a chapter of Harry Potter (currently on Goblet of Fire)
21) 10:00 - finish chapter and escort G to bed, take meds to help me sleep
22) 10:10 - exhaustion has long set in, attempt to go to bed, hope I can get to sleep, hope I can stay asleep, think about all the housework I didn't get done, think about all the house improvements I want to do, wonder how I do this every day, wish it were the weekend, miss my friends, either fall asleep or get back up and surf on the computer until a time when I feel sleepy again
23) surf ebay, sleep--maybe here and there, with any luck sleep all night
23) 6:30 am - the alarm goes off
Actually, I blog all the time: in the car, running errands, in those funny moments I want to remember.... The problem is getting to the computer and having the sacred time to sit and write these things down before they go poof and we're on to the next thing.
Lately my life has been about overwhelm. I have been a virtual autobot, running on "Insane." Life is like this:
1) 6:30 am - try to become conscious, try to move, take pain pills, listen to my husband shower, wait.
2) 7:30-7:45 - hubby out of shower, have the pain pills kicked in?, can I walk straight?, I stumble to the shower and make it as hot as I can stand.
3)7:32-7:47 - rinse the sleepies away as best as possible, at times I have shower company which speeds up and slows down the process of getting moving, I wash as quickly as possible which often involves doing everything with one hand whilst the princess sits on one of my naked hips and stares in awe at the sprays of water and runs her hands through the sprays.
4) 7:45-7:55 - yell for assistance, if I have my naked hip monkey. Otherwise I get out and put the morning in overdrive: towel dry, deoderant, comb, underwear, make-up, dry hair upside down, run fingers through hair, search for the least stinky bra, search for the least stinky pair of pantyhose, go into broken record mode and tell G for the nth time to get dressed, find myself something to wear, search desperately for a matching pair of shoes
5)8:40 - grab purse, search for keys, rush out the door, with at least one child in hand
6) 8:41-9:10 - gravitate to the lane with the slowest driver, listen to sounds of "Me! Mario!" from the back seat, curse every drive who isn't moving to my satisfaction, screech into downtown and toss kid towards his day camp experience, pray there is an open handicap parking spot in the parking garage, feel the humid air dissolve any attempt I made to make my hair look styled, plop into my Aeron chair at work.
7) 9:15 - grab Coke and a bag of Famous Amos Chocolate Chip Cookies for breakfast and check email
8) 9:18 - 1:59 - perhaps do some work, read news, perhaps take a tutorial, try not to fall asleep
9) 1:59 - decide I should probably eat lunch. Usually I heat my box in our kitchenette here at work, but occasionally I run out to seek a satisfying lunch. Think healthy. (Which usually works, actually.)
10) 2:05 - 5:01 - perhaps work--if there is anything for me to do, try to educate myself, read news and such, flirt heavily with boredom, try not to fall asleep, try not to fall asleep, try not to fall asleep... eat chocolate from the candy jar located immediately next to my cube, try not to fall asleep yet again
11) 5:01 - pack my bags, head to G's day camp across the street, walk to the garage and listen to the latest Super Mario Nintendo DS update, throw things into the car, sit the parking garage for 10-15 minutes, creep through downtown, zigzag through neighborhoods, wave to Kay as we pass within sight of her house, pray that lights are green and that Buckner and Garland aren't backed up.
12) 5:50 - sit at Buckner and Garland through at least two lights, pull into NJ's day care in the nick of time (they close at 6:00), leave G nosedown in his DS while I rush inside to get my girlie, chat with the ladies about NJ's day, fight to buckle NJ into her car seat, give NJ a blankie which comes with a complimentary thumb for sucking
13)6:20 - pull up to the house, attempt to unload kids and get them inside, G disappears still nose down in his DS, NJ signs for "more" which means she wants food--now
14)6:30 - change out of work clothes, rummage through the kitchen for items to feed kids, pray that M comes home soon
15)7:00 - M comes home, bribes/threatens G to come out of his room and eat his supper, collapse on couch
16) 7:05 - NJ demands freedom from her chair and then proceed to climb on me, NJ then: attempts to call several people, changes the channel Momma's watching, mutes the channel Momma is watching, plays "up and down" on the couch and laughs wildly every time she climbs up, starts getting the infamous "sleepy bags" under her eyes.
17) 7:40-8:00 - get kids ready for bed, put NJ to bed if she isn't there already
18) 8:00 - start nagging G to change for bed
19) 8:30 - threaten to take away story time, if G can't get his frickin' boxers and T-shirt on
20) 9:00 - go to our room and pile on bed to read a chapter of Harry Potter (currently on Goblet of Fire)
21) 10:00 - finish chapter and escort G to bed, take meds to help me sleep
22) 10:10 - exhaustion has long set in, attempt to go to bed, hope I can get to sleep, hope I can stay asleep, think about all the housework I didn't get done, think about all the house improvements I want to do, wonder how I do this every day, wish it were the weekend, miss my friends, either fall asleep or get back up and surf on the computer until a time when I feel sleepy again
23) surf ebay, sleep--maybe here and there, with any luck sleep all night
23) 6:30 am - the alarm goes off
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