As a mom, it’s your job. To know where your child is and that they are safe. Especially the stay-at-home mom. You pretty much have nothing else to concentrate on. And then one day they grow up and leave. But..YOU never lose that urge to know where your child is… that they are accounted for in your mind. And when you’re not sure of where they are, ..if you haven’t heard from them in a while,…you worry. It’s your job. I’m not saying you need to know where they are every second of the day. That would be unhealthy. All I need, to be satisfied, is to know “they are in this town”, “they are at college”, or “they are on vacation”. And that’s good enough for me. To have my child accounted for in my mind. As a mom, it’s my job ..and I guess it always will be. God, I miss my kids.
The smell of fresh brewed coffee, ..bacon and eggs in the frying pan, ..cinnamon rolls in the oven. Umm, Yeah, that ain’t gonna happen. Hello, DanActive 35 calorie yogurt drink. ..And so, the day begins..
Gonna go outside and enjoy this day. Gonna breathe in the air, gonna soak up the sun, gonna float in the pool. Gonna look around ..and see everything that needs to be done, and probly get up and do it. …I. just. can’t. stop….
So, I got a new power-washer. I power-washed the screen porch, I power-washed the patio furniture. I power-washed the shutters and gutters. *Powerful stuff*. I’m runnin out of things to power-wash. ..Who needs a bath?
I dug the power-washer out of the garage. Lifted it high up over the car, like a body-builder. (And it’s HEAVY). Ow,…I cut my leg in the process. I brought the power-washer to the back yard. It was a good 2-3 minute trip, but me and the power-washer, we enjoyed the view. I untangled all the cords and wires. Everybody likes to do that, right?! Carried out alllll the patio furniture from the screen porch, to clean. Yo, I have a lot of patio furniture. I dragged out 2 lengths of hose, untangled it and *tightly* secured it to the machine. (We don’t want no leaks). Plugged in the power-washer, turned on the water, squeezed the nozzle tight…annnnnnnnnnnd…NOTHING! So how was your afternoon?!!
My boy just called me from the bus, in Ohio. First football scrimmage of the year was a success. He is pumped, got some good playing time, and the first thing he did when he was done? Called his mom. Aw, I LOVE THAT BOY!!!
Happy Birthday Cleapow! I made you a birthday cake and put cheetos on top, but Lindsaylooo ate them off. Sometimes it’s hard to live in Michigan. Step back, Sarah, inMi, whatever, there’s plenty to go around.
For a minute there, I was considering doing that 30 Day Shred. But, you all make is sound SO marvelous, I think I’ll just stick to the original plan of cutting my right leg off. It sounds less painful, …and legs weigh about 20 pounds, right? RIGHT?
Little Stevie, next door, never shuts up. He is ALWAYS yelling something. “Cannonball”,..”you’re a liar”, “I don’t have to”, “Nah nah nah nah nah”, but mostly..”Grandpa, Grandpa, watch me”! It’s so loud and annoying and constant, I’d just like to reach over the fence and strang…. No, *I* REALLY like kids. I’d like to reach over the fence and strangle whoever is over on the other side, not taking care of that kid. The person who is not disciplining this child, and especially the one who is not looking over and nodding saying “yes, I see what you’re doing..that’s nice”. I’m talking about you, GRANDPA!! And by the way, where’s your dad? I know he’s there. I can hear his voice. “Hey guys, look at me, LOOK AT ME, I’m on the other side of the fence judging your parenting skills. Do you see me..do you SEE ME? Sad, really sad.
I slept in till 10:00 this morning. And for that, I make no apologies. In fact, it felt sooo good, I may do it again tomorrow. (Now, if we called that beauty sleep, I’d be lookin mighty fine right now. Unfortunately,..it was just sleep).
So let me tell you about today: First school starts. “Great”. Next, I get the official Football Schedule, along with pictures, already posted, in the 2010 Football Program. “Whaaat”?! The weather’s almost chilly. I had to turn off the AC and might even want to close the windows. The sun NEVER. CAME. OUT. ..”Fricken weatherman, wrong AGAIN”. And only one thing keeps repeating itself in my mind: It feels like…oh, don’t make me say it. “That season. ..The one where the leaves drop off the trees. The one that puts the perpetual lover of Summer, and avid worshiper of the sun (me), in panic mode. Oh, say it ain’t so, Joe!!! I ain’t ready for this”.
My daughter. She’s amazing. She’s everything I’ll never be. She was the captain of the cheerleading squad, on the homecoming court, a straight “A” student in grade school, high school and yes, even college. She’s gorgeous and witty and people flock to her. They always have. And at this very moment, she’s leading a group of students on the Inca Trail, in Peru. Seriously, how many people do that?! I was never a cheerleader, and I never went to homecoming or prom. The closest I’ll ever come to leading someone, is teaching a group of 8th grade students how to make fima clay kazoos. And besides the ‘being gorgeous thing’, …she’s everything I’ll never be. But hey, I birthed and raised her..so there’s that!
Being home alone confirms a lot of things. Like: I am not the one who pees on the toilet seat or flings toothpaste on the mirror. And, I do NOT leave the cupboard doors open or leave the lights on. I’m perfect. Perfect, I tell ya! Okay, okay, so I DID eat all the watermelon, snack foods…and might have drank all the rum…but besides that…perrr-fect.
I woke up earlier than usual today. Went outside, with my cup of coffee, to survey the grounds. (Makes it sound like I live in a mansion, doesn’t it?..Well, I don’t) It’s beautiful out. The air smells fresh. The temperature a little cooler. The sun a little less harsh. Birds hopping around in the grass, …and the neighborhood was perfectly silent. Simply fabulous. Enjoy your day!
I’m usually pretty laid back. Not much bothers me, and I’m pretty good natured, if I do say so myself. BUT, I just got a call from my distraught daughter, who’s interning in New York, and somebody stole her wallet and cell phone out of her purse during lunch. Today is her last day of work there. She’s supposed to fly home, to Chicago, tomorrow. Now, no license, no credit cards, no cell phone. Way to send her off, asshole! Seriously, why are there so many dishonest people in the world. Yes, I’m usually pretty laid back…BUT DON’T FUCK WITH MY KIDS!!!
It’s Murphy’s Law: Everytime ‘the man’ goes on a business trip, something breaks. Something, big, expensive, and crucial to everyday life. This time it’s the pool pump. (Hey, it’s VERY important to ME.) So now I have to sit and wait. Wait. Wait. WAIT. (I hate to wait) On the upside, most women have to sneak their pool boys in..my husband called mine for me …and set the whole thing up. Such a thoughtful guy!
I Went to Chicago to Hang Art~Don't Worry He's Still Alive
So, I painted these pictures for my daughter’s apartment… It started out as the two outside paintings, which I gave to her for Christmas. Then, an accident caused by a roommate, put a huge L-shaped tear in the one on the right. She was devastated. I bought some new canvases and planned to repaint, but instead found I could repair it with a piece of canvas and a bit of fresh paint. Sooo, since I already bought new canvases and had the paint, I decided to make ‘the middle section painting’. Great, awesome,..I had a *new* surprise for her. I kept the secret for weeks, months, seems like FOREVER,…and then I went to Chicago last weekend, to finally “Hang Art”. I placed them oh so carefully. Perfect. Just waiting for her to find, when she returns, next week, from interning in New York. Did I mention “I LOVE SECRETS THAT ARE CAREFULLY KEPT?” Yes, I do. And then, while I was on my computer, sitting at her dining room table, I get a video call from Skype. It’s HER. Yay! She’d been shopping and wanted to show me what she had gotten. I click on the “Answer Video Call” button, and THERE SHE IS!! :) So cute, so sweet, ..my beautiful daughter!! The first words out of her mouth are “Oh, there are THREE of them!”…as I look down at the screen of ME, with the THREE RECENTLY HUNG PICTURES perched perfectly behind my head! GAH-DAMMIT! And just like that secret REVEALED. …Yes, I went to Chicago to “Hang Art”, but I should’ve killed Skype.
JeeNeeBee succumbs to peer pressure and creates a tumblr. Whoa daddy, we are all doomed! First Facebook, ..then twitter…now tumblr. I’ve never been very good at tumbling… especially backflips, so watch out before you get kicked in the mouth.