Monday, April 30, 2007

Let's pretend we're just two people...

and you're not better than me.

that line is from Pink's - Dear Mr. President - I love that line. I could say that to so many people.

I just got off a five day cooking, cleaning, baking marathon for my sister-in-law's 25th Wedding Anniversary party we threw them at our house (a surprise). I was excited, I couldn't wait for them to get here. Then another brother-in-law told me earlier on Saturday "you are stupid for doing this". He then sprinkled his usual negative, smart ass comments throughout the night -- so condescending and unnecessarily critical (thanks Maroon 5). I swear, one day I will crack and I'll be one of those people who the neighbors talk to reporters about "she seemed so nice - she was always baking something for us. I can't believe she cut her brother-in-law up in little bitty pieces and fed him to the dog across the street. We all wondered why that dog was getting so fat". It is silly to let one person's negative comments get to you - but they are constant. He always has this look of superiority and it irritates me to no end.

I got to go sharpen my knife...it's getting harder and harder to breathe (ditto Maroon 5).

Thursday, April 19, 2007

Come on lucky eight, mama needs a break

For over 18 months now, whenever Andrew (who will be three on June 29th) and I watch Sesame Street and they get to the part about the number of the day, I have to listen to Andrew say "Eight! Eight! I want it to be eight" over and over again. Of course, it is always any number but eight. And then I have to hear "NO! NO! EIGHT! EIGHT! EIGHT!" for roughly five minutes. (Note: Andrew's favorites - the letter "W", the color "green" and the number "eight" every time we go in the grocery - he wants aisle eight!)

Today, on this dark, misty morning when I'm feeling tired and overwhelmed....the number of the day is EIGHT! Thank you sweet, merciful Jesus...you are a good and just God. I'm dancing, smiling, telling Andrew - "hooray, it is eight!!". Two seconds later, "I want it to be SEVEN. NO! SEVEN! SEVEN!" God, why have you forsaken me?

Males are "men" even when they are three.

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

Lions, Tigers & Guns

I can't feel hatred for this 23 year old mad man who ended 33 lives including his own.

Why was a 23 year old, obviously disturbed young man who was hospitalized for mental illness allowed to purchase two semi-automatic hand guns??

We'll never have gun control in this country but maybe we should have ammo control. If someone passes the mandatory test for a gun for "protection" they should be allowed one round of ammo - it should all be computerized and unless this person has used the gun to protect himself (police reports, etc.) then they shouldn't be allowed to purchase more ammo. -- Target practice - at each target shooting facility - ammo can be purchased but has to be used on the premises - and this should be monitored. If we have HUNDREDS OF BILLIONS of dollars to fight a war we shouldn't have gotten into in the first place - we can have the same amount to monitor guns/ammo purchases etc. All of this has to be cheaper than 32 victims funerals and 32 victims families being ruined.

If only I were Queen.

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

Rumors of my death

I haven't felt like posting. I'm feeling really tired and down - I let things get to me too much, I made myself sick about the nor'easter, now the Virginia Tech shooting...I think it is time for us to pull out of Iraq - let Allah help them. Let's help ourselves...flood and storm victims, VT families are going to need counseling and help to get through this, Don Imus needs a job (he has said stupid things for 40 years, Al Sharpton and Rev. Jackson have made bigoted remarks - why now and why him? - I've been called worse than a NHH and usually before breakfast without having left the house), Donald Trump needs a brain transplant as his isn't working (he sent Barbara Walters the teddy that Rosie O'Donnell wore in Exit to Eden)...there is just too much to take care of here in the US.

Jim complains every day about the "toy" situation in our house. I just can't get to going through them - with eating fine chocolates all day and banging the pool boy (the Rath park pool because we don't have one) - I can't get to sorting out the toys.

My schedule:

Up at 6 a.m. -- pack Jim's lunch, phone, and newspaper (after I retrieve it from the driveway). Find his pager and put it on the bed (I just made) next to his wallet - so he doesn't forget either. Warm up the car - take Jim to train station.

Back at home at 7 a.m. - change and feed Andrew. Clean up kitchen, bath - etc. Play with child.

9 a.m. - either Andrew's school, PAL gym play time, Children's museum or errands; laundry, etc...

11:30 a.m. - prepare Andrew's lunch - feed him and play with him.

12:30 p.m. - exercise - 40 minutes or more; shower; then start prepping dinner.

3:00 - 5:00 p.m. play more with child, dust living room (have to every day - where does all that dust come from?), put toys in receptacles - as Andrew's favorite word now is "dump". Andrew doesn't take a nap anymore. Last week he took over 100 books off his book case looking for "this one" he tells me.

5:00 p.m. prepare Andrew's dinner, give him his medicine, give him a bath.

7:00 p.m. pick up Jim from train station, fix his dinner plate, prepare his lunch for next day. Fold laundry and put it away, straighten up toys and clean up kitchen.

9:00 p.m. - maybe sit and watch t.v. for an hour if I can stay awake.

10:00 p.m. lapse into a coma

I love my life. I'm lucky to stay home with Andrew but I am very busy and I need to do better - better post this and get back to my duties or it won't look favorably on my review.

Friday, April 6, 2007

Zero roll

Mothers. We understand all languages.

"I want zero roll." My husband's brain almost caught on fire trying to figure that one out...I said casually, "that is so easy...he wants some cereal."

Mothers. We understand all actions.

Hitting, biting, and flaying about - doesn't mean we need to call an exorcist - it means - "I'm really, really tired and I need someone to force me to take a nap." (could also mean that "daddy doesn't understand I want some zero roll and if you don't get him out of my reach - I'll hurt him."

Mothers. It's a hard job but someone has to do it.

Tuesday, April 3, 2007

Holidays

I read something yesterday on slate (I think) about how us non-Jewish folk commercialize everything...well I take offense. I like a good chocolate bunny at Easter. (I'm scared of Peeps).

This man with no vowels in his first name went on to say how his kids came here and were in awe of the lights and decorations at Christmas time and they wanted a tree and he said no...which is fine - but the way he said "NO" in his article jabbed at us stupid Christians.

What is the harm in lights and beauty at Christmas. What is the harm in letting children believe in Santa and magic - Jesus Christ in just a blink of an eye they are cynical enough - let them have magic (if you wish without being criticized by someone else). I too get fed up that in the middle of October - we have the Christmas displays up - but why can't we just enjoy each other's holidays and beliefs and not demean them? What is the harm in eating a chocolate bunny - for the love of God. Think about all the out of work Peep makers in the world??

I was raised Catholic. I'm not sure what I believe. I know I believe in God. But damn it to hell, it is my right to believe it and who is he or anyone else to tell me I'm wrong. I can tolerate many things (sometimes not well, but I tolerate them)...but I cannot tolerate someone telling me - I'm ridiculous, wrong, lost, confused or an idiot because I believe in certain things. I respect other people's religions and politics - don't condemn mine - and for that matter - don't condemn anyone elses.

I have Jewish friends whom I love and respect and I would never tell their traditions and customs are wrong and I don't want them to think (while reading this) I am. I'm not mad at them - I'm mad at the man with no vowels in his first name.

Let it be.