Yah, I Know. I Suck.
So, maybe I shouldn’t blog when I’m into a bottle of Pinot Grigio. But what the hell. What’s the worst that could happen? (Other than bad grammar and punctuation, which would embarrass me more than buzzy ramblings.) I’ve been battling the twin demons of depression and anxiety, and really haven’t had writing at the top of my list. Thanks to those oft-maligned pharmaceutical companies, I am now able to function in my usual snarky manner.
If you’re keeping score (which would be that one guy wearing a cat on his head who REALLY NEEDS TO PUT HIS PANTS BACK ON! DUDE!), I still have one more installment about our Spring Break trip to Niagara Falls. (I know, it’s summer and I still haven’t finished spring break blogging. Day late and a dollar short–story of my life.) I’m almost done with that. Meanwhile, we’re getting ready for our family summer trip. So, lots going on and I’m sure you will graciously forgive me if the posts this summer are few and far between.
As a parting (party-ing?) shot, I will post this picture. I am convinced that these people are my parents in disguise.
OK, y’all: Good Travels!
Three Is Still A Baby, Right?!
Since I mentioned the big kids’ birthday, I just had to throw up a little blurb about BabyGirl turning three today. I keep telling her that I’m gonna start putting bourbon and coffee in her sippy cup to stunt her growth. She’s not allowed to get big, I tell you! I need my baby to stay a baby.
She was a rather large newborn.
She says these are her "fingernails."
The Upside Is That I’m Not Dead . . .Yet
Well, the day has come. I turn 40 today. Many women have a lot of baggage connected with this birthday, and I have several steamer trunks’ full.
- My life is already half over.
- Yeah, I know 40 is the new 30; tell that to the skin on my neck.
- I’m no longer considered a “young mom.”
- Hot flashes are on their way.
- I’m older and wiser, but would give that back if only my butt wasn’t saggy.
This is a time when logic and emotions just can’t seem to agree on anything. Logically, I know that I have lots of wonderful, fun times ahead. Emotionally, I think my life will never be as magical as now. Logically, I know that I can still do anything I want with my life. Emotionally, I feel like my identity is wrapped up in being a mom and that’s going to be over way too soon. Logically, I know I’ll never be dancing with Riverdance. Emotionally . . . OK, so the pain in my knees breaks through any emotions here.
Two things to be thankful for: I’m not becoming forgetful and, hey, I’m not becoming forgetful, right? If you need me, I’ll be spending the day eating nothing but butter cream frosting. A friend told me that if you ignore the spoon and eat with your fingers, there are no calories.
I'm so happy because the backs of my arms don't jiggle when I wave. Give it 35 years, baby.
