February 9, 2010 | Uncategorized
Because we need more snow like I need more dirty laundry.
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January 27, 2010 | Parenting, Speak Up Sonny. I can't hear you., The Blue One, Uncategorized
Ian was in the shower and spiking up his hair.
Actual Father Not Shown
I said “Are you making liberty spikes?”
He said “What is a liberty spike?”
I explained to him what a liberty spikes were and what a mohawk was.
“You know your Dad used to have a mohawk. A purple one.”
“No he didn’t. He had a purple head?”
“No, honey, just his hair was purple. His head was regular color. He used to have a nose ring too.” I said. ” A Bull Ring, like this” and I demonstrated what a bull ring looks like.
And my five year old son said “That is so old fashioned.”
Welcome to 2010 people. We are old now.
December 9, 2009 | Uncategorized
July 14, 2009 | Uncategorized
I woke up pissed off.
I don’t know if it is stress or PMS or what, but I woke up in a foul mood.
Last night I realized that if I was going to road trip to BlogHer again I would not be able to do my scheduled co-op day at the kids summer camp. It occurred to me that I was going to look like a giant asshole when I told people that while, yes, I have had the schedule for seven weeks now I didn’t know I was driving to Chicago until this week. I sent an e-mail to the entire mailing list anyway hoping that somebody could trade days with me or maybe I could even pay them to work on my co-op day.
When I feel like a jerk it makes me mean so I gave my mom a hard time on the phone. Then I felt like a bigger jerk wad so I was bossy and strict with the neighborhood kids.
Then I had a glitch with some forms and work and just as I was ready to completely snap I checked my e-mail and there was a message from a lady I barely know from my pre-school summer camp.
She said that she had helped out at the camp yesterday and she had such a great time with the kids that she would be happy to just take my day for fun.
The tone was infectious. She had such a wonderful time playing with her four year old at school that she couldn’t wait to help out in his class again. In addition, I now have a desperately needed extra day this week to get ready for my trip.
I’m not in a bad mood anymore.
I wonder if she knows that she literally made my day?
And should I take her flowers or a bottle of wine?
