Besties are the Best

Life is rough isn’t it?   Some days I am filled to the brim with joy and with one quick glace around the room I can see the beauty in my life and appreciate the many blessings that God has given me.  But other days, oh man, those other days are something else. Nothing I cook tastes right. Nothing I put on fits properly. Everyone I talk to is an idiot. I’m all alone in this big dumb world and nobody loves me.  Gee wiz…those days are the worst!  But it always seems that no matter how miserable and nasty I am, there’s one person who has absolutely no problem telling me that I’m acting like a child and to get the frik outta my funk cause its annoying. For 16 years she has been saying that crap to me and every time, she is right.

I recently had a chat with my bestie and was humbled by the reminder that God gives us an intimate group of close friends and family to reassure us that we are not alone. That no matter how bad our situation seems or how hopeless we feel, they get it. Those friends hear our words and feel the depth of our pain . It doesn’t matter how many years have passed or the number of stupid fights we’ve gotten into, they always love us through it.

I have many days when I feel like the saddest little girl in the world. Moments when all I want to do is stomp my feet and scream at the top of my lungs because “no one understands me!”. But some people do….she does…..and it is the greatest gift I could ever ask for.

Ode to Chicken Wing

I’ve spent the better part of my day revisiting some old blog posts that I had published on various sites over the years and am working on compiling them all here, for you fine folks.  Anyone who has found themselves attached to a laptop all day can agree…dinner is not going to cook itself and now, neither am I. So take-out it is! I stumbled upon this gem a few minutes ago and it pretty much sums up how I’m feeling right about now…so enjoy!

– You know those days when you wake up thinking about chicken wings and just can’t stop? You go for your morning pee…sounds like wings sizzling. You brush your teeth…the toothpaste tastes like buffalo sauce. Making eggs for breakfast…but wishing you had the whole chicken.

It has been one of those days. Three times I googled the Wild Wings menu to peruse their 50+ sauces and see if I wanted to try a new flavor….spice it up a little. Nope. I still just want Red Hot & Blue…extra saucy. I asked hubby what he wanted for dinner…”I don’t care, you decide. Its pay day, so order something if you don’t wanna cook”. He may as well have started the car…cause Momma wants wings!

Humph….I made a shrimp stir fry 😦

It didn’t taste anything like those greasy, battered vessels smothered in beautiful savory sauce….yummm.

Damn you diet and your calorie counting bull honkey! –

Guess what, its almost weigh day AGAIN. I think that I should be smart and make that stir fry AGAIN.

But whateves, chicken wings are awesome.

Why every little boy needs his mommy…

Earlier tonight, after having rocked Little Miss to sleep and successfully getting her into bed ninja style, I decided to head to the basement and work on learning how to finally start a big girl blog.  A short while later, I received a text….from my husband….who was 30 feet away from me….asking me to come help him put our son to sleep. Wee Man wasn’t cooperating and daddy-o was getting impatient.  I stomped my feet…just a little, but went to help him anyway.  Why isn’t our son asleep yet? Because all the lights are on, the tv is at volume level 1000, and he is running back and forth on the couch sprinkling milk from his 100% guaranteed, leak proof sippy cup everywhere…gee wiz, I wouldn’t go to bed either! Not when the color train is chugging down the track all bright and cheerful like that.

I sent Dad to his room and got Lincoln settled into his pre-coma state when I noticed my arm was feeling suuuper sweaty. Really child?  Mid January and you’re sweating all over me?  Then the alarm bells went off.  Nope. Not sweat.  Someone just peed on me.  Awesome.   He was feeling like a sac of potato by now, so then came that internal struggle. Do I risk waking him again by changing his diaper…or, do the normal mommy thing, and pretend it didn’t happen in hopes that he sleeps through the night.  Oh no?  You don’t do that?  Well…me either…I was just sayin’.   Guilt won and I ended up asking Alain to bring me a new diaper and jammies.  “He’s wet?  Hmm, maybe I didn’t put it on right?…but wait, it was a Pull Ups?”  So here I stand, both of us soaked, Alain tres confused…annnnnd then it happened.  Yup…that pull ups diaper was disguised as a swimming diaper. My poor boy was soaking wet and wide awake because his daddy put him in a swimming diaper! You know, those ones that aren’t meant to soak up ANYTHING..not even air!  Awesome.  A few head shakes, giggling and a quick change, then back to bed.  But now I find myself alone in the living room, rocking my son back into his coma while silently shaking…like jello on a dryer…because I just can’t stop replaying that moment.  A swimming diaper dad? Really? Perfect.Timing.  As usual. Please go to sleep baby…mommy is just crazy.

That my friends, is exactly what this blog is about.  Our missteps, failures, and joyous moments that make our life pretty freakin amazing. Thanks babe for my first post…I’m sure there will be many more to come…and for that, I am sorry ♥