Did you know I was a marriage counselor?
PREFACE: I hate to make generalizations about males and females, so I will discuss the following scenario in regards to MrZ and I (instead of all women and all men). In doing this – I am acknowledging that some men and women may NOT behave the way that we do – but I am betting most of them (you) do. Okie Dokie. Here’s the thing. There are a LOT of times I bitch about stuff (I know!). A. LOT. OF. TIMES. Some days? I’m in perma-bitch mode. Those days are... Read More
She hates me.
I have gotten up early two days in a row to give me some extra non-baby time to work on designs, housework, and maybe shower. Yesterday? Girl got up at 5:15 (That’s my street voice coming out – I use it more often than I should since I’m 30. And a WASPy.) and decided it was time to play. Of course she’s in adorably cute moods when she wakes up so I couldn’t be mad – but I was frustrated because I didn’t get everything done I needed to... Read More
This is what I get for trying to look like a girl.
I’ve mentioned before that NIkkiZ’s classroom has a No Shoe policy to avoid people tracking it stuff from the outside that the babies could then place in their mouths. Between that and the fact that they only have one rocking chair in the room, my frequent visits there during the day have kept me sock footed and wearing pants for maximum ease for kicking shoes off and sitting on the floor to nurse. Today though? It’s hot and springy and sunny and just too damn... Read More
Things I’ve done recently that should win me “Mother of the Year”
I Called my husband on the way to work and demanded that he TiVo Today because the cast of High School Musical would be on and performing – something LilZ hadn’t even heard about yet. Which means I could have totally gotten away with NOT recording it but I knew he’d want to see it and I’m selfless like that. I still loved on NikkiZ last night even after she puked all over my favorite suede clogs. I could have grounded her, you know. I sat down and watched... Read More
Can’t talk. Got a Briefing.
Shh. I’m undercover. Pretend you don’t know me. I’ll tell you more at the briefing. The person who usually takes LilZ to soccer practice called and said that they couldn’t do it yesterday because they had a “briefing.” I reassured them it was not a problem and I made plans to do it myself. (Jeez – what do I look like, his mother?) But it got me thinking: That word sounds so DAMN official and important. What do you say to someone who... Read More
