Someone skip the rest of the workday and come hold me. Making your kid scream like that (even though you know it’s not REALLY hurting them) wreaks havoc on the Mommy-Guilt system.
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Pray for me today, that my Mama don’t killme.
Joe is getting all his curls buzzed today. Lil snot has been hiding behind the sofa with a pair of scissors, cutting his own hair snip by snip, and now it’s obvious. And if I can get Dan to sit for it, he’ll get a buzz too (but the vibration of the clippers overstimulates him)
Update: We’re done, and My mama didn’t sm00sh me. Daniel screamed and cried, but sat for the buzzer. After he looked in the mirror, he deemed it “So short”. Joe has a few rogue curls that I’ll have to catch on the next go-round.
There’s a Doctor in the house!
I’ve been sitting here staring at the new patient paperwork in disbelief. I should’ve asked Holly to pinch me while she was here.
There’s a DAN doctor in Winston. She takes our insurance (unbelievably amazingly rare). She has an appointment open that is NOT a year from now (downright unbelievable), and the icing on the cake? Her information packet was sealed with a sticker that said “You’ve got a friend in Winston” and that guardian angel image.
While I realize the current ubiquitousness of that image, when I was growing up it existed in only one place: in my Mamaw’s bedroom, in an oval frame. I used to go to sleep, staring at that angel and waiting for the night breeze to come wafting through the curtains.
One thing bugs me a bit – the packet seems to focus more on nutrition and environmental toxins. We’re dealing with genetics here…
Here’s hoping that we can get through THIS Dr. visit without having to peel Mr. NODOCTORSNONONONONONONO!!!!! off the ceiling.
(Yes, I know I’ve done an awful lot of blawwwwwg complaining about Dan’s behaviors and not explained that he Has Issues. It’s part of my charm. Sometimes ya just need to vent. Batteries not included. Your Mileage May Vary. Open Other Side. Do Not try this at home. Professional driver on closed track.)
I blame all of today’s posts on Cara Michele.
Hold me, hold me,
Never let me go until you’ve told me, told me,
What I want to know and then just hold me, hold me
Make me tell you I’m in love with you.
Thrill me, thrill me,
Walk me down the lane where shadows will be, will be
Hiding lovers just the same as we’ll be, we’ll be,
When you make me tell you I love you.
They told me be sensible with your new love,
Don’t be fooled thinking this is the last you’ll find.
But they never stood in the dark with you love,
When you take me in your arms and drive me slowly out of my mind
Kiss me, kiss me,
And when you do I’ll know you that you will miss me, miss me,
If we ever say adieu so kiss me, kiss me,
Make me tell you I’m in love with you
We’re a bruise!
You’re blue — the most soothing shade of the spectrum. The color of a clear summer sky or a deep, reflective ocean, blue has traditionally symbolized trust, solitude, and loyalty. Most likely a thoughtful person who values spending some time on your own, you’d rather connect deeply with a few people than have a bunch of slight acquaintances. Luckily, making close friends isn’t that hard, since people are naturally attracted to you — they’re soothed by your calming presence. Cool and collected, you rarely overreact. Instead, you think things through before coming to a decision. That level-headed, thoughtful approach to life is patently blue — and patently you!
What’s Your True Color?
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I’m blue, and CaraMichele is Black
I love this song…
but it makes me cry every time I hear it.
Turn your back on the land, face the sea
Face the wind now, so wild and so strong
When you think of me, wave to me and send me song
Don’t look back when you reach the new shore
Don’t forget what you’re leaving me for
Don’t forget when you’re missing me so
Love must never hold, never hold tight, but let go
Oh, the nights will be long when I’m not in your arms
But I’ll be in this song that you sing to me
Across the sea, somehow, someday
You will be far away, so far from me
And maybe someday I will follow you in all you do
‘Til then, send me a song
When the sun sets the water on fire
When the wind swells the sails of your hire
Let the call of the bird on the wind
Calm your sadness and lonliness
And then start to sing to me
I will sing to you
If you promise to send me a song
I walk by the shore and I hear
Hear your song come so faint and so clear
And I catch it, a breath on the wind
And I smile and I sing you a song
I will send you a song
I will sing you a song
I will sing to you
If you promise to send me a song
Ninety One Percent. Not too shabby!
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Cara Michele knew our scores would be different LOL.
I don’t quite know what to do with myself…
Holly and Jill left me this morning, and have safely arrived in their temporary/new city.
The Teen has departed for sunnier climes (thank you SO MUCH for taking her!)
Dan is playing nickjr.com.
Joe is outside with Dad.
The laundry is mostly caught up. (Holly even FOLDED for me!!! Isn’t she absolutely the best??!!??)
The dishwasher is running.
I have a few emails to reply to, but nothing pressing.
This WOULD be the part where I say “what are you up to” but I can see all that on twitter now. Sort-of.
Stackin’ the kids up like firewood!
This is actually a somewhat frequent scene in my home. The kids yanked the toys (and baskets) from the shelves and tossed ‘em aside.
I swear I’m going to toss ‘em all (the toys, not the kids) and have nothing but cardboard boxes and deep shelves.
Don’t panic, never fear
The current plethora of photo posts will be ending soon, since the ability to annoy children and small animals by yelling “that’s so CUTE don’t MOVE!!!” will be going when Holly does.