Sunday, December 20, 2009
Later that morning I rolled over and winced because of a kink in my left shoulder-I just figured I laid on it wrong and tried to go about the day. The snow kept falling, and my finger kept bleeding, and with my shoulder now hurting, I parked it on the couch while the kids and hubby braved the wind chill and played in the snow. I tried to make it up to everyone by attacking a new cookie recipe that was supposed to be foolproof, and although it was, I burned my hand getting the tray out of the oven, and the mess I made making the cookies was more than a little disheartening. The bandage kept coming off my finger while I washed up, so I asked if hubby could finish. I know he had been Mr. Entertainment for the kids outside, but I did manage to put something on the table for dinner and get it cleaned up, and although he obliged, he didn’t do so without making a comment or two...
Thursday, December 17, 2009
A New Normal,(pop over to get a look at her new blog design and posts ranging from the heartwarming to the hilarious) recently awarded me the Honest Scrap Award. Merriam-Webster defines honesty as, “a fairness and straightforwardness of conduct; adherence to the facts,” so I’ve composed a list of ten honest things about myself that quite honestly are a little discomforting to admit, and a little alarming in print, but I figured what the heck…
- Unmade beds unnerve me-I can’t stand walking into a room where the bed is unmade, and I won’t get into a bed unless it is made. Sometimes I don’t have time in the morning to make my bed, so I will make it before I climb in it at night, and if my husband happens to climb in first, I will make sure all the covers are where they should be even if it means removing his warm spot.
- I can’t stand having sticky hands. I mean the whole world might be crashing down around me but if my hands are sticky the only thing going through my mind is getting them clean.
- When I buy a book or magazine, I reach for the copy at the back of the pile because it’s still nicely creased with no fingerprint smudges on it.
- Becoming a mother has really brought out the “germaphobe” in me-I can’t tell you how many times I’m washing my hands in a day and the H1N1 stuff has me ballistic! Before we got some hand sanitizers in our classrooms from the Department of Health, I placed two huge bottles near the tissues, and I personally helped the kids go through those two bottles in two months.
- I told my husband that I love to cook just so we didn’t have to suffer from his many strange food combinations-I mean he tries but the secret ingredients in his sauces have the kids and I turning up our noses! The truth is that while I sometimes enjoy the creative aspect of trying out a new recipe, after a long day at work I would love if someone else could do the cooking for a change.
- My kids’ rooms would be condemned by the Health Department, because even though I rant and rave about having them clean things up at least once a week, the rest of the time I just close their bedroom doors and pretend.
- I still have jackets that don’t fit the kids or myself in our coat closet, and even though I keep telling myself that I have to get them out of there so we have more room, there they remain…
- If I had to choose between running and walking, walking would win hands down. (Sorry Molly!) I am a firm believer that you don’t run unless, A) someone is chasing you, or B) a bug has dropped on you. I still remember when my husband and I were engaged- I was trying to prove to my outdoorsman fiancé that I could be a “nature lover” too, and I agreed to go for a walk in the woods. Well everything was fine until a spider (hate spiders!) dropped on me from a nearby tree branch. I took off in a flash and my husband claims I have never moved so fast.
- I love anything and everything written by Jane Austen-I have all her novels and have most of the PBS and popular movies based on her novels, so I guess you could call me a romantic.
- And last but not least, I am a closet pack rat, meaning I say I want to get rid of things but I want to do so at a garage sale that has never happened and may never will, so I store (or hide) things in boxes and bins down in my basement.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Molly from I'm a Sleeper Baker tagged me for a Christmas meme. I'm supposed to answer some holiday themed questions then tag 5 of my favorite reads. (I have tried to include only the blogs that did not get tagged for this...) I have never done one of these before so I'm more than a little excited. Now on to the questions...
Have you started your Christmas shopping?
I slowly eased into Christmas shopping in mid October.
Tell me about one of your special traditions.
We have two special traditions. The first is cutting down a Christmas tree that the kids get to decorate, and the other, wrapping all the gifts Christmas Eve, which actually started out as a form of procrastination. We now grab a glass of wine, divvy up the gifts, and wrap away as we watch The Christmas Story over and over again...
Are you a Black Friday Shopper?
Yes, but not a "faithful" Black Friday shopper. This year I headed down to the Toys 'R' Us' midnight sale only to get back in my car and drive home. I was able to find most of the things I was after online at about the same prices (some less), so I was "shopping" from my computer that night until around 1 am.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Clothing choices have become a nightmare-the days of picking an outfit for her are gone because Miss Opposite doesn’t always agree with what I think is attractive anymore, and now there are certain items of clothing that she refuses to wear like turtlenecks (they choke her), socks (she can’t stand the seams against her toes, so when I make her wear them with tennis shoes, she turns them inside out, but at least they’re on!), and over-the-head sweaters (they’re too hot). Naturally all of these particular clothing items were worn previously by Miss Opposite, but then, just like that, they are shoved to the back of her closet. Nowadays when Miss Opposite needs something new, I drag her along to the store and keep my mouth shut because if I say I like something, Miss Opposite decides she doesn’t-I make a suggestion only when asked and this assures that the item will be bought and worn.
And don’t get me started on her hair! She used to have wispy bangs and I pulled her hair back away from her face with fancy bows and ribbons, or curled it into bouncy spirals, and because it was fine and prone to knots, I kept it shorter. That shorter “do” is now down past her shoulders, and Miss Opposite tries to take care of it herself. Gone are the bangs and her hair either falls flat against the sides of her head (Miss Opposite cries if I make it too fluffy because she says I’m making her ugly), or she pulls it back into a ponytail using her customary scrunchy.
“What did you do?”
“You know you have to wear black and white to your concert tomorrow, and…”
“I already know.”
“How about wearing those black gauchos, and that white turtleneck, and…”
“I’m not wearing that turtleneck, you know I don’t like turtlenecks.”
“It’s only for one hour one night, can’t you stand it for one night?”
“NO!!! I can’t wear that!”
Preparations for Tuesday night's concert were just as bad-I told Miss Opposite to go shower and wash her hair while I was getting dinner ready, but it took her three “reminders” to get moving. Miss Opposite was still sitting at the dinner table even after I told her more than once to go get dressed, and then when I wanted to dry her hair so that it looked nice instead of her usual no-style look, once again I was making her look ugly. And everything else Miss Oppositez said about this event was, well, opposite-
“Is this a combined concert for the band and chorus? We might want to leave early if that’s the case.”
“No, there will only be about 20 students involved.”
There were 90 chorus students, 70 band students, and 25 jazz band students, so multiply those numbers by at least two parents (not including siblings or grandma) and you guessed it-the place was packed, but we are used to everything being the opposite so thankfully we got to the school early.
It was a nice concert, but Miss Opposite was still upset about her hair so I don’t recall any smiling during the event, but I’m going to watch the tape later and hope for the best. This see-saw back and forth betwen loving me(she admitted to her principal recently that I am her role model) and hating me (she snapped at me tonight saying I was going to make everyone late ), is pretty hard to take, and I am now snapping back after her comments. It also seems that the tighter I try to hold on to what once was, the more my daughter tries to pull away. When my husband asked if she had fun after the concert, Miss Opposite grunted at first, but then laughed, and for a split second I caught a glimpse of the daughter from years past, the one I know and love-Sigh...boy do I miss her.
I didn't do a couple Tuesday tunes so I thought I would add an appropriate song (or two) here. I hope you enjoy The Beatles with Yesterday , and I am reminded about how the relationship between my daughter and I used to be like, and hopefully will be again, with Martina McBride's tearjerker, In My Daugher's Eyes.
Saturday, December 5, 2009
As all of you know, when kids arrive everything changes, and what was once acceptable is no longer. My husband wanted to follow his family traditions at Christmas, and since I really didn’t have any traditions of my own, I embraced most of his. (Notice how I said most…) He relayed story upon story of his families’ treks in the woods to find the perfect Christmas tree, and he really had me convinced that if I didn’t go along with this, I would be shortchanging my daughter’s Christmas experience. Unfortunately, the area chosen as the “perfect” spot for this trek was about a 300-yard walk up a steep hill that is about 200 feet high! Now remember that I mentioned I was a suburbanite, and trudging up any hill during the cold is not something I wanted to do, but I was a new mother, so I caved. We also had a year old dog that our families affectionately referred to as our “firstborn,” and my husband decided he should go along on the trip too.
I remember standing at the foot of this mountain-hill and not being able to see the top-I had the dog and my husband carried our daughter in her car seat. We passed very nice trees towards the bottom end of the mountain-hill, but my husband, being the experienced “tree cutter” convinced me that the perfect tree could only be found at the top, so on we went. The dog, who was not yet obedience trained, pulled mercilessly forward, and about half way up I nearly fell over him as he dove in and out of the trees. I was losing my Christmas spirit very fast, and I soon muttered obscenities to the dog and to my husband under my breath. And then I started to whine-I was cold, I was tired, I would wait in the car-and my kind hearted husband ended up with both the dog and the baby as we slowly reached the summit. I did relax a little when we found a gorgeous tree (although by then all the trees looked alike), and I slowly dragged the car seat with my daughter down the hill, while my husband had hold of the tree and the dog.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
First some background information about our dog. He’s a Havanese a little over a year and a half, weighing in around 14 pounds, and in love with his pillow bed even though he’s fixed. He used to have two pillows but is down to one due to his “rough” treatment, and he recently ripped a hole in the bottom of this last pillow bed so we only give it to him whenever we turn in.
Now put yourself in my shoes right now-I have a tween daughter and a first grader so there were lots of questions, questions I wasn't sure how to answer. My daughter kept asking me why “it“ was out like that, and my son wanted to know if the dog was in pain, so like any good mother, I called (or more like yelled) for my husband-he would know what to do. He took one look at the dog and said we might have to call the vet because, well I’ll spare you the details mainly because I can’t even type an appropriate way to describe what the vet may have to do. I went for the phone book while my husband went to the old standby-Google-but how do you Google something like this without the search returning nothing but porn sites? We were able to connect to some vet places and all of them said to leave the dog alone and after about 15 minutes things should start to return to normal.
And I know I have gone past 7, but who's counting?
That's all for tonight everyone. I hope you all have recovered from the Thanksgiving holiday, and any other unusual family event.