Sunday, November 14, 2010

If I May...

I rarely make recommendations when it comes to other blogs (not intentional, I just forget to do it), but my darling friend Christina recommended this recently, and I'm so glad that she did. Read Nella's birth story and be prepared to (most likely) cry and (absolutely) fall in love with this mother's precious story. I don't know what moved me more- the heart-wrenching story or the stunning photographs. It all touched my heart and took my breath away. I promise- it's a story worthy of your time.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Thursday

Today is a tough one.

Ella was up from 2 a.m. til 4 a.m. with a gnarly case of the throw-ups. Though she seems better this morning, it's not completely out of her system (let's just say I'm VERY grateful we buy diapers in bulk at Costco).

The dishes are piled up and out of control. This might not seem like a big deal, but it's like I can SEE all of the old food turning to stone on my beautiful plates, right before my very eyes.

Ben doesn't have school today (thank you, Veterans!) and is going nuts with the lack of socialization and stimulation around here. Mama is consequently going nuts-ier.

Ella is (understandably) grumpy & exhausted and wants to be held every 5 minutes. Which is hard when you're trying to stay on top of throw-up (etc.) laundry from early morning hour.

I have somehow managed to injure my knee. It's swollen and puffy and feels like someone injected it with Jello.

Somehow I suddenly turned OLD.

In the 2 minute window I was granted to sort through vomit laundry, I found the world's largest potato bug in our washing machine. Let's not even try to figure out how in tarnations this landed in my house, let alone my beautiful washing machine. Let's just sit for a moment and soak in its monstrosity. Please note the furry hair pricklies and claw like toes. Holy creep fest, Batman.


I screamed and shivered so hard I almost threw up. Also....I mistakenly thought it was a large piece of lint or paper, so I actually PICKED IT UP. Like, in my hand. A giant, dead, wet, limp potato bug. Is it possible for things to get worse around here?

Dan is supposed to be gone all weekend on a retreat. Leaving me alone to tend to The Littles. One of which may or may not still be barfing. Who knows; by then, we might ALL be barfing.

My morning coffee is untouched; cold and depressed. Not even 30 seconds in the microwave can fix this.

We're still a whole day away from Friday.

The almond-scented raspberry cake with cream cheese frosting that Auntie Favi made for birthday girl Ella is now officially gone.

I see no reason to leave the comfort & warmth of my pajamas today.

How, in heaven's name, do single mothers DO IT?

What this day needs is a Starbucks double tall Eggnog Latte. First person on my doorstep with this drink wins unconditional love forever. And a dead mammoth-sized potato bug.

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Reason # 276,345 Why I Love Being Married

Me: You know what I haven't done in a long time?
Him: Um.....kegels?
Me: Wow. I was actually referring to Ben's asthma inhaler, but thanks for the reminder.