My husband and I were in the middle of an awesome make up make out session. Here is my thought process (don't worry its only PG 13):
"Wow this is fun. I like making out with Mike. We don't do this enough. I don't think I've done this since before I was married. I'm really turned on. How awesomely intimate is this! Oh, I need to be sure to talk to Turner about the danger of casually making out with boys. No wonder it can easily lead to other things. This is hot. Making out is almost more intimate than the actual sex..."
From there my thoughts went on a wild tangent of the sex education of my 10 month old! For several minutes I was lost in my thoughts of how sex can be spoiled by heartbreak and disease if immaturely handled and how important it will be for me to help Turner understand the logic behind the morality. On and on my brain turned about conversations I'm going to have 12 years from now all while in this very steamy moment with my husband!
Finally, my body yelled to my brain, "Hey! What in the world are you doing! Why are you thinking about this! Seriously?!?!!! Now?! You are missing out on an amazingly romantic experience! Shut up and focus on what you are doing!"
Ugh! I am such a parent!
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
A Crappy Day through the Eyes of an Optimist
This morning I woke up to a husband still mad at me from the night before (the wrath was too great and I was to tired to care about the sun going down on it), a dog who hasn't really eaten in a week, a child who hasn't slept more than three hours at a time in a month, and the news that an acquaintance of mine had passed away leaving a beautiful little girl behind. It was going to be another bad day just like the previous 6 before it.
I had become pretty numb by this point which made telling Hayden's mom that I could no longer keep her son, my daughter's playmate, less painful. I planned on flaking out on my play date with my girlfriend, park myself on the couch and wait for bedtime. Then my girlfriend called. She asked if I was still coming over and hearing her voice helped me know she is struggling just like I am. She also made me lunch, curry stew. I could not bail on her. I threw the kids in the car and drove the hour to see her.
As I got in the car I realized what a beautiful sunny day! Today wasn't going to be so bad.
Halfway to her house Turner threw up all over herself and her car seat. Not spit up, Throw UP! Everything she had eaten for breakfast heaved down her little body in multiple spurts as I'm speeding down the tollway about to exit on to 635. What do I do?! She didn't cry or even seem to be bothered by the nastiness surrounding her. I'm gagging as I write this it was so nasty. I exited, pulled into a parking lot and called my friend with the mindset that I'm going to turn around, go home and wallow in my crappiness. She said keep on coming. She made curry stew and I do love curry. I stripped Turner down to her diaper in the parking lot and cleaned up the best I could and covered her car seat with my yoga towel and got back on the road. Neither baby had yet to make a peep.
My friend and I had the most wonderful visit. Our kids played and we were able to really talk like we did before we had kids. We have the same struggles and frustrations and yet it was not a pity party. We took our kids for a walk in the amazing sunshine. Today still wasn't going to be so bad.
Leaving her house was hard and I hate that she lives so far away, but such is life. I left a little after 4 and prayed for good traffic and the kids to sleep on the way home. It was smooth sailing until about 635 and 75 and Turner threw up again. I can't pull over this time. I have nothing left to clean her up and Hayden's parents would be at my house soon. Mortified, I cracked the windows and hoped it didn't get any worse. At least they were both asleep. It was a long ride home threw sluggish traffic and long red lights. About 5 miles from home, my gas light came on. Seriously!? I decided the delay of getting gas outweighed the risk of running out of gas in the middle of rush hour with a baby covered in vomit. Oh I gagged again... When will this day end!
As I was pulling out of the gas station Turner and Hayden began to stir and I thought fuss. I braced my self for a very long final stretch but to my surprise they were laughing! They were laughing and blowing bubbles at each other. I could see my daughter through the rear view mirror with the most precious smile on her face giggling with her friend the whole way home. It really wasn't a bad day. I would even say it was a good day.
I had become pretty numb by this point which made telling Hayden's mom that I could no longer keep her son, my daughter's playmate, less painful. I planned on flaking out on my play date with my girlfriend, park myself on the couch and wait for bedtime. Then my girlfriend called. She asked if I was still coming over and hearing her voice helped me know she is struggling just like I am. She also made me lunch, curry stew. I could not bail on her. I threw the kids in the car and drove the hour to see her.
As I got in the car I realized what a beautiful sunny day! Today wasn't going to be so bad.
Halfway to her house Turner threw up all over herself and her car seat. Not spit up, Throw UP! Everything she had eaten for breakfast heaved down her little body in multiple spurts as I'm speeding down the tollway about to exit on to 635. What do I do?! She didn't cry or even seem to be bothered by the nastiness surrounding her. I'm gagging as I write this it was so nasty. I exited, pulled into a parking lot and called my friend with the mindset that I'm going to turn around, go home and wallow in my crappiness. She said keep on coming. She made curry stew and I do love curry. I stripped Turner down to her diaper in the parking lot and cleaned up the best I could and covered her car seat with my yoga towel and got back on the road. Neither baby had yet to make a peep.
My friend and I had the most wonderful visit. Our kids played and we were able to really talk like we did before we had kids. We have the same struggles and frustrations and yet it was not a pity party. We took our kids for a walk in the amazing sunshine. Today still wasn't going to be so bad.
Leaving her house was hard and I hate that she lives so far away, but such is life. I left a little after 4 and prayed for good traffic and the kids to sleep on the way home. It was smooth sailing until about 635 and 75 and Turner threw up again. I can't pull over this time. I have nothing left to clean her up and Hayden's parents would be at my house soon. Mortified, I cracked the windows and hoped it didn't get any worse. At least they were both asleep. It was a long ride home threw sluggish traffic and long red lights. About 5 miles from home, my gas light came on. Seriously!? I decided the delay of getting gas outweighed the risk of running out of gas in the middle of rush hour with a baby covered in vomit. Oh I gagged again... When will this day end!
As I was pulling out of the gas station Turner and Hayden began to stir and I thought fuss. I braced my self for a very long final stretch but to my surprise they were laughing! They were laughing and blowing bubbles at each other. I could see my daughter through the rear view mirror with the most precious smile on her face giggling with her friend the whole way home. It really wasn't a bad day. I would even say it was a good day.
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