Thanks for a truly great weekend….now get out!

My good spirits lasted all weekend (and it was a long weekend), but now they are done and everyone needs to duck for cover.  And when the mood changed, I was completely alone, doing some dishes.  The damn dirty dishes did it.  (Even the alliteration is no help!)

Wednesday, I had some time to myself between finishing up work and starting my cooking and going to my son’s Thanksgiving party.  I got some hot chocolate, did some Christmas shopping and went for a walk.  I went to my son’s school where he was dressed like a pilgrim and listened to his whole class sing adorable songs.

That night I did more procrastinating than cooking, but Thursday went off without a hitch.  It was a great afternoon with family, followed by a relaxing evening.

Friday was totally stress free.  I invited over a friend for my daughter to play with.  While the little mommies took care of their babies, I did ALL of the thanksgiving dishes and then had time to sit with a magazine and a nice cup of coffee.

Saturday, my dad took the kids away so I could cook for my friends’ annual Autumnal feast.  Another fun, relaxing evening with my nearest and dearest.

Today, we had a commitment-free family day.  We made pancakes and bacon for breakfast and invited my son’s friend to come along with us to see Wreck-it Ralph.  It was an awesome movie, the kids were well behaved and Sam asked to go potty a number of times during the movie.  Another successful day.

Then I went to the store ALONE to get lunch supplies for the week and ingredients for my homemade mac and cheese dinner.

But then the sky darkened and so did my mood, for no reason at all.  I want to go and hide in my room, where no one will talk to me, but Chris is off to work, so I can’t do that!  Chicken nugget carpet picnic and Christmas movie night is my only hope!

UPDATE:  I managed to recognize and deal with my mood successfully.  No blow-ups and I am now happily alone!

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Things that make you go AHHHHHHH!

If I had balls, this day would have kicked me squarely in them.

It started when I woke up in a horrific mood – for no reason at all.

The universe felt this bad mood warranted punishment and started pelting me with reasons….all before I had my first cup of coffee.

The first hit came when I was leaving the house late to drop my son off at school.  When I reached the car, I realized his car seat was missing.  Somehow, the boy was able to miraculously get to school anyway.

Then as we are walking to school, I realized my key ring felt a little lighter today, because a very important key was missing – the one that would allow Samantha and me back into the house.

Luckily, I thought our basement door isn’t locked, because it never is.  Of course, today is the one day the door actually locked.

No problem, I will climb through the kitchen window or at least grab my phone or my wallet off the counter.  But no, my husband actually listened and locked all the windows as I had asked him to last week.  Sure, about this, he decides not to procrastinate.

So there we are standing outside in 40 degree weather (wearing our pajamas under our coats), with no means of getting in and no means of calling for help.

So we drive to my husband’s party store, which was closed at the time and start banging on the door.  His car is in the lot so I know he is in there, but there is no one in sight.  So I bang and bang and bang and shake the door.  I assume they are hiding in the back ignoring the crazy customer who can’t read the closed sign.  Little did I know, my husband was in the back frantically calling my home phone and my cell phone worrying about where I could possibly be and what horrible things might have happened to me.

He was shaking with worry by the time he found us standing outside looking all crazy-like with our pajamas and our unkempt bed heads.  All I could mutter was “KEYS, CAR SEAT….NOW!”  He hopped to it and the girl and I were on our way.

The rest of the day was better, but my mood never improved….and only worsened when a collection of incompetent drivers made a 5 minute drive last 20 minutes and culminate in my newly potty trained daughter peeing in her brand new boots on our front stoop.

Day, you can bite me!

Snow day!! Oh… Snow day!!

So we were hit with another storm.  But once I realized we weren’t going to lose power or heat, I began to get excited about it.

I spent the better part of the night, tiptoeing out of my room, staring out the window above the stairs, the same window I always watched when I was a kid, with the same little voice in my head, whispering “Snow day!  Snow day!  Snow day!”

I kept reminding myself that a snow day meant two kids stuck at home with me, while I still had to work.  But the little voice persisted.  Despite all of the inconveniences a snow day would bring, the child inside me still desperately wanted one.

What is it about a snow day that brings a little bit of joy to my heart?

(Also, what is it about cold weather that makes me want to blog, blog, blog?)

Election Day has come and gone…

…And now hopefully, I can look at Facebook, ride a train or stand in line, etc., without being bombarded by the extreme and often misinformed opinions of others.  I am sick of it, regardless of your stance.

Now I just have to wait for the “Why are Americans so dumb?” Republican anger to die down on Facebook and we will be all good again.

There have been many articles this morning referencing a need for change in the current Republican party.  It has been referred to as:

And I welcome these changes.  I think this quote said it best:

President Barack Obama did not just win reelection tonight. His victory signaled the irreversible triumph of a new, 21st-century America: multiracial, multi-ethnic, global in outlook and moving beyond centuries of racial, sexual, marital and religious tradition.

It would be great if the Republican party was more in line with this “new America”, my America.

If you know me at all, you know who I voted for, so I won’t try to hide it.  I voted for Obama.  But I am not a Democratic zealot.  I won’t tell you that were dumb, uninformed or anti-feminist for voting for Romney.  I don’t think Obama is going to save the world.

I just couldn’t in good conscience, attend a female friend’s wedding to another female, watch them exchange long-awaited vows, dance with their daughter, feel the love in the room and vote for Romney, a man who says that he is committed to ensuring that marriage is defined as being between a man and a woman in all states.

I couldn’t support us going backwards.  I couldn’t support a country where my son or daughter might not be able to stand up in front of all their loved ones and commit their lives to the people they choose.  I couldn’t support a party that wants to reduce my daughter’s right to choose.  I know my kids won’t be in any of these positions during the next presidential term, but I need to stand up for these things now, to help ensure that the country will increase in tolerance during their lifetimes.

I know there is still much work to be done, particularly with the economy and I hope to see Obama succeed in leading a united country to a brighter future over the next 4 years.

And I am anxious to see work being done within the Republican party so that in the next election, I will have a Republican candidate that doesn’t oppose all the beliefs that I hold dear.  If they could level the playing field a bit, maybe I can be a political zealot next time!  This guy or gal supports my most important beliefs and he/she will save the world!

Here’s hoping.

Back to life; back to reality

It has been a *#~!?!*¥<+^!! week. Insert relevant adjective.

What kind of week you ask? (I am just assuming you want to know or you wouldn't be reading this right?). I shall of course tell you but first allow me to preface this by saying that I went out for celebratory drinks (really a drink and a few sips) mere moments ago and I, a boring mother of two small children, have zero tolerance so I am somewhat inebriated.

Anyway, you were asking what kind of week: (here is where I would normally provide you with a neatly bulleted list but I can't find the bullets on my iPad so you shall have to do without)

First it was a week that began with a hastily planned Halloween get-together that was scheduled to arrive mere hours before Hurricane sandy was expected. I have bad luck when it comes to party planning and bad weather. Ask anyone. Luckily the weather held off and the party was a success. I think we were all grateful that the kids got to dress up in their costumes and run around with friends before the whole hurricane of the unknown hit. I don't think any of us expected to be without power and virtually isolated for the week but I think we all feared it.

The next day the storm started her approach (I use a gender specific pronoun here because we insist on naming our storms – not sure why). Our town was feeling the effects long before the storm made landfall, main roads were flooded, areas were being evacuated. Luckily we were on "safe" ground so we just waited. This was the first time I felt lucky. Since we live on a hill it was unlikely we would see any flooding. We got to stay in our home. My husband was even able to leave work early so I didn't have to worry about him driving home through the worst of it. Plus we never lost power at all during Irene so we would surely be fine this time around too, right? Worst comes to worse we had some flashlights, we naively thought.

Little did we know that we would lose power that Monday night at 8pm and not get it back until this past Saturday at around 7:30pm. So it was indeed a week.

But again through what little news I could get, I still felt lucky and grateful. We were all safe and everyone I loved was safe too. I felt lucky to have kids who could dance and giggle in the dark.

I am grateful for the kindness of strangers, now friends. I felt lucky that the roof over our heads was strong and that my darling infuriating children were safe and sound enough to be infuriating.

I am glad that we ignored the towns instructions to not go trick or treating and that we got to see all the neighborhood kids gleefully join together to tackle the town even if the town only consisted of a few blocks.

Lastly I am grateful that we got to cap off the week with a family celebration where I learned that the kids love the spotlight. My kids hogged the dance floor and even break danced (WTF??). My daughter jumped in front of the camera every chance she got and we caught my son dancing in front of the mirror more times than I would like to admit. But I am glad they see themselves as the superstars I do. Believe me I subjected more than a few people to videos of my angels getting down today.

By the way, at the end of the week I sat down the kids and I said "I have to tell you I am really proud of you guys. You really handled all of this very well."

The boy very calmly replied "I have to tell you something, you guys did not handle it well. You and daddy were always like 'ugh I want to watch tv wah wah!"

In closing the one question I have is "who the hell raised this brat?"