Monthly Archives: August 2012

Thursday.

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Hello.

I am still without a computer. Yes, still. We plan to have ours repaired after Labor Day, which is when we’ll have the money. It is now August 23. I don’t even know what day my computer kicked it, but it’s been a long time. A LONG TIME.

Such is the life of a one-income, Dave Ramsey-following family. You have no idea how many times a day I randomly curse Dave Ramsey. DAMN THAT MAN. We don’t use credit cards, which means we can’t have things immediately sometimes. It also means I can’t stress shop, and that’s killing me right now … as I am stressed from not being able to write about my stress.

I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m terrible at this waiting business. I am not a waiter. I’m a doer. And a sayer. And right now I say this: I miss having a computer. I’m ready to admit I have an addiction to blogging and celebrity gossip, which is just not the same on a smart phone … which I am also addicted to.

In case you’re wondering what I’ve been doing with all that extra time, here it is.


Mommy needs a break, kid. Go swing yourself.

Me + Technology.

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I’m blogging from my television right now. I don’t know how or why, really. It was Husband’s doing. All I know is, it’s better than trying to type on a pad-type thing that I don’t know the official name of.

I am so bad at technology and the fact that I author a blog is ironic and also Husband is staring at me or the TV right now, I don’t know which, and it’s making me too uncomfortable to think.

This is not going to work.

Awkward Family Photos.

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Yesterday I came upon this gem:

Christmas 2010.

I believe it qualifies for submission to Awkward Family Photos. I never really noticed before, but there is a LOT wrong with this picture. Husband’s hand on my ass. He’s giving the photographer a little thumb’s up, like “Check me out. My hand is on my wife’s ass. Merry Christmas to me.”

My brother-in-law … looking strangely like a Samurai master or a homeless man, or possibly both …  is sitting in my father-in-law’s lap. Why? There was room to sit elsewhere. That rubberband on his arm was used later, when we french-braided each other’s hair.

ONE (sitting on my mother-in-law’s lap) looks drugged, like he might be asleep … but his eyes are open … so no, he’s awake. My mother-in-law is the only one who actually looks normal.  

As an added bonus, if you look closely enough, you can spot another Awkward Family Photo hanging in the top left corner. That’s Husband in the blue sweater with the white collared shirt underneath.

Man, I love the holidays.

Today Was A Nice Day.

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It’s been the perfect summer day, and we’re topping it off with Kool-Aid. That sugar/dye concoction has never made its way into my kitchen until now … but I figured he’ll be 4 in a few weeks, and it’s time for him to experience that part of childhood.

Cheers!!


Preparing.

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The letter B.

ONE will start preschool two weeks from today. I have been looking forward to this day for months, yet now that it’s nearly here I find myself getting weepy. 

I’m sure I’ll get over it.

Preschool will be every day. And when it ends, the next step will be kindergarten. And then first grade. From here on out, my oldest will be in school on school days and I’m not sure how I feel about it. 

For now, I’m trying to enjoy the last few days with him before his world is irrevocably expanded. We’re finger painting. We’re baking. We’re reading all of the tags on his stuffed animals to see where they were made. We’re watching the video of his grandpa, my dad, hula hooping at a birthday party last week … over and over and over again.

We’re nothing if not well-rounded.

That Will Be $80.

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Sometimes I forget why I’m doing this. The stay-at-home thing, that is. It’s easy to get sidetracked by the bills that are stacking up … you know you can pay them, it’s just that you’ll be stuck eating Great Value food for another two weeks. Life happens. Things break. Little problems seem like big problems because you don’t have the money to handle them immediately. You have to wait. You have to plan. You have to be patient. You have to set aside whatever you might want.

Sometimes I get bitter. I forget. I get tired of being patient. I get bogged down by the constant demands of my family and the housework and I forget that I consciously chose this for myself. 

I choose this. 

Every day. Not because someone enslaved me or circumstances forced me into it, but because I find delight in it. That’s pretty deep. Not many women can say they find DELIGHT in what they do … can they? Although I realize I don’t always sound delightful. Half of the time I’m bitching about something and the other half I’m cackling like a loon or taking pictures of my undergarments cooking me breakfast. I need to post a big sign next to my bed as a reminder, for those times when I feel like my life has become a series of non stop drudgery:

“Hello, Bitchy Face. 
You CHOOSE this. 
It delights you. 
Now stop that whining 
and go wipe some asses.”


It really does delight me. I’m not being sarcastic. Yesterday I was close to tears when my little one, TWO, suddenly grabbed my face and (I think?) tried to kiss me, and then giggled like it was the funniest. thing. ever. He is my delight. His brother is my delight. My home and my husband are my delight. I truly have nothing to complain about. But yet, I do complain … because I forget.

I totally believe this is the main reason why some stay-at-home moms become one of the following: 

1. Crazy. Not the fun kind.
2. Cold to their husbands. 
3. Unhappy in their work.
4. Living through their children.

To my fellow Bitchy Faces, remind yourselves of your value. You are not just a maid and a supplier of food and water. Make yourself a sign, and carry on. 


And if your husband randomly decides to take you OUT, meaning, outside of your home after 7 pm, then by all means make the most of it. 

DO NOT THROW ON JUST ANY OLD THING. 

Bring out the goods. Remind him that you’re not just a mommy — you’re his WIFE. I’m no marriage expert, but I know this: there is power in womanhood. 

So to review: make a sign, have sex, be happy, and have a life other than your children. That will be $80, please.