Just another typical day.
I should be annoyed with today. The weather is gray and dreary, I have a zit under my nostril, and my hair looks like shit (my last haircut was back in JULY!) I have approximately seventy-three loads of laundry to do today. Thanksgiving is coming right up and I haven’t even started shopping or even planning my menu. I started typing this post earlier and one of the kids accidentally closed my browser window, and as luck would have it, it happened to be the first time in history that WP didn’t autosave my draft. Pablo’s been sensitive today, and has been in my lap sobbing three times since breakfast. The girls are potty training and heading into the bathroom every ten minutes so they can dribble five drops of pee into the toilet. The kids are playing with magnetic letters and having me identify Every Single One of them as they stick them on the fridge. Paul left right after breakfast to finish up the bathroom remodel he’s doing at his rental property, and he’ll be gone all day tomorrow too, helping his brother lay a brick patio.
I have every reason in the world to bitch, but for some reason, I’m just not embracing the bitterness? I don’t know what my deal is. I don’t know if it’s the International Delight Limited Edition Pumpkin Spice creamer, or the fact that I know next week at this time I’ll be decorating my Christmas tree, or the big bottle of Yellowtail Shiraz I’m going to crack open tonight at dinner time when we have some friends over for spaghetti and meatballs. It might be the fact that Paul shaved his head the other night and looks positively hot, and I’ve been wanting to poke down on him ever since. It may be that I found episodes of Family Guy on OnDemand! and I’ve been obsessively watching them, along with episodes of PeeWee’s Playhouse. It could be the fact that the girls look so stinkin’ cute in their tiny little Elmo panties, it hurts me to look at them. It may be that I smoked enough weed ten years ago that I’ve achieved some state of Permanent Mellow.
I don’t know what it is, but I think it’s what makes me able to parent two sets of twins, a kid with autism, and a kid in middle school without getting drunk by lunchtime!
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LaLaGirl is the mother of a teenager and two young sets of twins. She's happily married, loves living in Colorado, and writes almost daily about married life, raising multiples, and parenting a child with autism.
Well in that case I’m dead impressed.
Cheers
ROFLMAO!!!!!!
I think this is, hands-down, the BEST blog entry I’ve ever read!!! Hilarious!!!! That was GREAT reading.
I’m glad, too, that the bitterness isn’t getting to ya! LOL!!
You are such a great, descriptive writer with so much insight – love to read your blog!
You want to share some of that positive attitude with me?
Love you. That is all.
Wow, all that and I think I would have to be drinking by breakfast.
Glad to hear that everything isn’t getting you down. I’m with you on the procrastinating about Thanksgiving and I can’t wait to put up the Christmas tree.
Thank God for all that weed residual!
Vincent and I are hanging around, listening to Christmas carols on the XM because Dwaine’s out of state. Woo hoo! LOL
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BTW, your Blog speaks my language. I relate to the need to find solace wherever possible and to pat myself on the back when I’ve made it through another.
My older son once said to me: “Well, at least I’m not doing drugs and alcohol.”
My response: “Yeah, well neither am I and don’t think it hasn’t crossed my mind.”
Cheers to you my friend in motherhood.
Damn! I’m impressed. Love your blog, I stumbled across it from NaBloPoMo. You defiantly have a way with words. Keep that natural state of mind.
Please pass the weed, must achieve Permanent Mellow. Great post, Laura!
that was great! thanks for the laugh, I need a positive attitude like yours right now
You are the Woman Laura!! I cracked open a bottle of wine myself the other night! Cheers!