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?


13 Responses to “Another week, another blog”

  1. Alison Wonderland May 7, 2010 at 11:56 am #

    Plant garden.
    Mop kitchen?
    Mow lawn.
    Train my Dragon.

    Can you tell that I’m a little more into the outdoorsy stuff at this point? (except for the video game.)

  2. madhousewife May 7, 2010 at 3:00 pm #

    Congratulations on losing 10 pounds. (Assuming you wanted to lose them. I would like to lose 10 pounds, so maybe I’m just projecting.)

    I LOL’d at the image of you and DynaGirl dancing around a maypole together. I wish I had thought to do such a thing when PZ became a woman. I think I did take her out to dinner or something, though. Ice cream, at least. I can’t believe I don’t remember. Hopefully your daughter will not become a woman at school, like mine did. Why don’t I just say “get her period”? That sounds much less creepy.

    School carnivals are the worst. I hate school carnivals. Fortunately, I think my older children (the only ones who know there are school carnivals going on) are over school carnivals. I don’t think we went last year. Wait – I think they may have canceled it last year. Maybe not volunteering and crossing your fingers works sometimes, so don’t give up hope for next year!

    This weekend’s to-do list:

    * hang out with the girls while the boys go on the father-son campout
    * go to tap dance rehearsal
    * do the laundry when the boys come back from camping

  3. shazbraz May 7, 2010 at 4:11 pm #

    I’m with you on the “sorry it sucks, here’s a brownie” school of thought. I just bought Sage cute little bras. She’s very excited. I haven’t told her yet that its all down hill from here.

    I had a hysterectomy at age 32–if you know someone that has a hysterectomy at age 32, would you not just automatically assume that it was the desperate culmination of years of horror and misery? Anyway, one of the older ladies in my ward brought me over a card and a porcelain doll and tearfully told me how sorry she was that I had given up my womanhood and she knew how lost I must be feeling and that it was normal to go through a mourning period. wha? I just stared at her for a long time wondering why I felt so happy if I was supposed to be so sad.

    When my hubby had “the talk” with #2, he just sat there the entire time holding his knees, rocking back and forth and saying, “I think I’m going to throw up. I think I’m going to throw up…” Good times.

    weekend to do list:
    *clean bathroom. tell myself it’s only been a week
    *do laundry
    *try and forget about the mean lady at work that yelled at me this week
    *try and get on the treadmill at least once

  4. bythelbs May 7, 2010 at 5:05 pm #

    Alison—Your dragon has me intrigued. I’m assuming that is the video game reference, unless the wii has come out with some kind of vacuuming/mopping/mowing simulation game.

    Mad—Ice cream seems appropriate. Since DynaGirl is allergic to ice cream, would a slurpee do? Doesn’t seem like quite enough consolation to me. I’ll have to think on it. I have yet to start a load of laundry. Got the shower though.

    Shaz—Would it be inappropriate to say I’m jealous of your hysterectomy at age 32? Seriously, I was done with my womb at age 32. It has served it’s purpose. It’s dead to me now. Or I wish it was. That image of your son is perfect. Mean ladies suck.

  5. Patience May 8, 2010 at 2:06 pm #

    I’ve never been into holding big celebrations about becoming a woman or entering the Red Tent or whatever. I think if my mom had done such a thing for me I would have died of embarrassment. My older daughter has scoliosis, so her orthopedic doctor was very anxious for her to start her period (so she’d stop growing and her spine would stop curving.) She didn’t get her period until she was fourteen, so she had to endure multiple doctors visits in which the resident would enter the room and the first thing he’d say was, “DID YOU GET YOUR PERIOD YET?” and then a few minutes later the attending physician would come in and he’d be all, “DID YOU GET YOUR PERIOD YET?” She hated it.

  6. flip flop mama May 9, 2010 at 8:35 am #

    I don’t remember ever having the “talk” with my mom. I hope to make sure that I don’t repeat that same mistake with my kids. On my to-do list list weekend was run a 5K yesterday. Check! Now I should take a shower so I can check that one off for the day. (yes I did shower yesterday too…)

  7. shazbraz May 9, 2010 at 12:26 pm #

    You can say you’re jealous; I understand. I highly recommend making your break with your uterus medically official. It’s awesome. Plus I’ll send you a porcelain doll.

  8. Boquinha May 9, 2010 at 3:00 pm #

    I hear they’re called “Period Parties.” I’m okay with the concept, but perhaps a better name? 😛

    Love Shaz’s comment about her son. Is it bad that I laughed? (I needed the laugh).

    Yesterday, we invited 4 of the kids’ friends over for a “work party.” We paid all 6 of them and gave them them popsicles and pizza. The whole yard got weeded and trimmed and the garden and melon patch got cultivated and ready to plant. Smartest idea ever. We’re so doing that again.

    Happy Mother’s Day, Lbs. 🙂

  9. shazbraz May 9, 2010 at 3:05 pm #

    You can laugh at my son if I can steal your work party idea….that is brilliant!!

  10. tawnya May 9, 2010 at 5:58 pm #

    I don’t know what you all are talking about. I LOVE my “special friend” and make monthly paper chains to COUNT DOWN THE DAY. You all are crazy!

    Eh. Just make a big deal of the birthday BEFORE hand and I say you’re good.

    (and I just had a deja vu over that last sentence I just typed and freaked myself out…)

  11. Janelle May 10, 2010 at 5:26 pm #

    I plan on losing 10 lbs in the next 7 weeks. In one day.


    But what should I do to lose the other 15 lbs? What did you do?

  12. bythelbs May 10, 2010 at 5:35 pm #

    Patience—I would have died of embarrassment too, and I am horrified for your daughter.

    Flip—I’m basking in your glorious accomplishment! Seriously, good for you!

    Shaz—Well, if that isn’t incentive, I don’t know what is.

    Boquinha—I wonder how I could convince myself to throw my own work party of one. What would be enough incentive. Besides a porcelain doll, of course, I’m saving that one for the wombectomy. And thank you, I hope you had a lovely Mom’s day as well.

    Tawnya—If I only knew which birthday to make a big deal of. Your paper chain comment made me COL.

    Janelle—Is it that time already?? The first thing I did was not diet. I have 0 success with diets. The minute I tell myself I’m watching what I eat or that I can’t eat something, I’m totally screwed. I just stopped snacking so much. And I started taking smaller portions and stopped eating when I was full. For the most part. I treat myself to all kinds of crap all the time and I still occasionally overeat, but eventually I got to the point where my body decided it wasn’t starving 24/7 or something.

  13. Boquinha May 16, 2010 at 9:17 am #

    Thanks, Shaz! 🙂

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