Archive | May, 2010

It’s my birthday and all I got was this dumb blog post

17 May

Happy birthday, Madhousewife!  You’re not over the hill, but you’ve survived the treacherous journey to the summit!  Congratulations!

Have a superfantabulamastic day!



Here’s a special birthday video just for you.  Just take out the “un-” and “I’m gonna kill my dog” and “if you should die” parts.


Sweet Sixteen

14 May

Sixteen years ago today, I became Mrs. Chuck. It’s hard to believe that much time has passed. Yet here we are sixteen years and four kids later.

When my parents reached their sixteen year mark, they had five kids, including an eighth-grade know-it-all, me. At sixteen years, Chuck and I have our very own eigth grade know-it-all, Mr. T. My mom was a stay at home mom, sometimes struggling to keep her sanity with the day to day care of home and children. My dad was patient and supportive, never complaining about a lapse in housework or a late dinner. Chuck and I know these roles well.

Ten years later, my parents would celebrate their last anniversary, with my mom in the throes of chemo, my dad in mourning and me in complete denial. I can only hope Chuck and I won’t know what that’s like.

Sunday would be my parents 40th wedding anniversary, and it still hurts a little that the only anniversary my dad celebrates now is next month with someone who is not my mother. I can only hope our kids won’t know what that’s like.

We never know what’s around the corner, but the past sixteen years have been good to us. My parents had hopes and dreams and looked forward to somedays and laters that never came. I try not to invest too much of today in future happiness. Sure, we can look forward, but right now’s not bad. Not bad at all.


Happy anniversary, Chuck! Thanks for putting up with me! I still love you!

Another week, another blog

7 May

It looks like I’ve adopted a once weekly posting schedule.  I think I can get on board with this once weekly thing.  There are all sorts of things I could handle doing once a week.  Cook dinner?  Sure.  Do the laundry?  Yep.  Grocery shop?  OK.  Wash the dishes?  Well…  Shower?  Hmm…  I can see this plan might need a little fine-tuning.

DynaGirl’s watching the “changing” video today at school, so last night she pulled me aside for a special what-to-expect-from-a-school-puberty-video heart to heart.  We had started this discussion a few months ago, but it ended in her tearfully declaring, “I don’t want to be a woman!”  I think it went much better last night, but she’s still very wary of this whole growing up business and there were still a few tears.  Poor thing.  I wish I could spare her all the crap that’s getting ready to come her way.  I tried to tell her it’s going to be more of an inconvenience than a tragedy, but I’m not sure how comforting that was.  I’ve heard some people talk about making this milestone in life a celebration, like “Yay!  Good for you!  You’re a woman now!” and going out for dinner or something.  I’m all about the food, but I see it as more of a “sorry, this sucks—here, have a brownie” comfort kind of thing than a “let’s dance around the Maypole” thing.  But maybe that’s just me.

Last night I had a nightmare that I entered through the exit side of the parking lot when dropping my girls off at school.  It was one of those moments when you wake up so relieved it wasn’t real.

Lately, whenever I get after Mr. T for doing something, his immediate response is, “I didn’t.”  I say, “Yes, you did.  I just watched you.”  He says, “Forgive and forget, Mom.  For-get.”  I say, “Shouldn’t you be emphasizing the forgive?”  He says, “But if you’ve forgotten about it, there won’t be anything to forgive me for.”  Touche.

Tonight is the girls’ school carnival.  I think I’ve managed to talk Chuck into taking them, while I stay home.  I can’t tell you how many school carnivals I’ve braved alone.  He owes me.  Last week the PTA sent out notices threatening to cancel the carnival if they didn’t get more parent volunteers to run it.  I did not sign up and kept my fingers crossed.  It didn’t work.

In the past several months, I’ve lost about 10 lbs, which has necessitated my search for some new jeans.  I thought the weight loss might make the jean shopping a less painful and/or futile experience.  It has not.  One thing I’ve noticed is a lot of creasal action in the crotchal area.  Not actual creases, but faux creases in the wash.  I take that back, there’s the faux creases and the actual creases.  One pair had actual ridging (large ridging, like a Wavy Lays, not a Ruffles) in the crotchal area.  As of yet, I have been unable to divine the purpose and/or appeal of the shar-pei crotch.  Can someone help me out with this?

For the past few years I’ve been trying to coordinate a couples get away trip with one of my very best friends from high school and her husband.    We finally got one planned with plane tickets purchased and everything, and then I realized it falls on BigHugs’ 5th birthday.  On a scale of 1 to Joan Crawford, how terrible of a mother does this make me?

Next Wednesday is the Paramore concert.  We ended up getting tickets for DynaGirl and Goose.  I ultimately decided I was more likely to regret not taking them than taking them.  It turns out the first day of DynaGirl’s state standardized testing is the morning after the concert.  Again with that Joan Crawford thing.

Today’s to-do’s:

blog (it’s been a week)
laundry (it’s been a week)
dishes (not been a week yet, so…)
shower (yeah, not a week here either, but we’ll call me an overachiever)
not let Chuck get out of taking the girls to the school carnival

What’s on your weekend to-do list?