Friday, May 26, 2017

Kushner

When you read about Trump's Senior Advisor and Son-in-Law trying to set up a secret communication channel with Russia, ask yourself - "Do I think he would have done this of his own volition, without the knowledge and express permission of Trump?"

I know you can't convict on circumstantial evidence, but dammit people.  There is so much smoke, a fire is all but guaranteed.  And not some little tiny bonfire either - this is an all-out wildfire and our Democracy is what's burning. There's nothing partisan about this - these people are hiding treasonous acts, and the story is going to come out.  It's okay that you voted for him and put us in this terrible position - well, it's not, but we can't change the past now, can we? - but we have to come together as Americans and move forward with reason and rational thought.  You wouldn't accept this from any previous President, none of it.  This is not normal.  This is dangerous. 

I don't know what I want you to do other than admit that this man is a piece of shit and he's destroying our country bit by bit and needs to be replaced immediately.  We need a new election. 

Saturday, May 6, 2017

A rainy Derby Saturday.

It's almost 7:30, and we've been up just over an hour.  Well, Cora and I.  G got up about a half hour ago, Jimi's still snoozin'.  I love easy mornings like this - breakfast, TV, smiles and giggles and only a few meltdowns.  4 year olds cry a lot more than I would've imagined; there's a lot more whining than I'd considered.  We're working on it.  Our house is generally noisy and chaotic.  I don't realize that until we mingle with others, in their homes or for extended periods of time.  The shell-shocked look that they get, our friends who don't usually spend time in the company of 2.5 and 4 year olds, it's amusing and alarming.  I always apologize for our crazy, but I'm not really sorry.  I mean, I feel bad that we're SO MUCH and I know it can be overwhelming for people not used to it, but we are what we are, and what do you expect from a 2.5 and 4 year old?  I try to keep our visits brief with everyone except the grandparents.  Only at my mom & dad's house do I feel like I can take a break for a minute from my constant hovering and worrying, like I can take off my mom hat for just a few minutes and relax and not have to worry that one of my kids is going to break something or fall down the stairs; the girls are so enamored with Granny and Papaw, they don't bother to get into any trouble.  They just soak up the love and attention from grownups who never make them do things they don't want to do. 

I'm away from home 3 nights next week.  I've already got that anxious pit in my stomach; I already miss my family.  I'm also excited about 3 nights sleeping alone with no one waking me up at 2 a.m. insisting I change beds, hours to read the new book I picked up last weekend and haven't cracked open yet.  Why is everything in life so complicated, with so many conflicting emotions?  Why am I so emotional that even a quick business trip requires psychological gymnastics?  I love my people and I want to be with them...and I'm still sort of convinced that as long as I'm here with them, they're safe from whatever dangers are lurking out there, and that if I'm not around, they're vulnerable.  I'm only a little crazy, I swear. 

I've tried so hard to stop reading the news, but I can't and I guess I shouldn't.  It's so heartbreaking and scary.  How has our nation become so hateful?  What are we going to do? 


Monday, April 17, 2017

The all clear.

Geneva had her first dentist appointment this morning. She doesn't have any cavities. I'm over here doing cartwheels in my brain.

Wednesday, April 5, 2017

The funk.

I'm pretty sure Geneva has a cavity.  I'm barely holding back the panic and feelings of failure.  I'm beating myself up for not being more diligent about getting her teeth brushed, for not getting her a dental appointment until her 4th birthday.  I'm terrified of what they're going to tell us.  Ugh.  This is not one of the things you're supposed to drop the ball on, Natalie.  WTF.

(deep breath, 1, 2, 3, 4...)

It is what it is.  I can't change what is.  We can brush our teeth twice a day like it's our prayers and we've suddenly converted to the religion of Enamel and we're very devout.  On the up side, I think Cora's teeth are okay...one out of two ain't bad?  ...heh... heh...  Ugh.

Cora had a bad stomach bug over the weekend, and is only now finally back to normal (5 days later).  They bring home every single thing that rolls through that daycare, I swear it, and we all take turns being the sick one. 

....and then, just now, Cora woke up grabbing her ear and saying "owwie owwie". 

This has been the sick year.  We're almost at a year since they switched to daycare centers, which is when the funk began.  Surely by some cosmic design this means that magically at a year they will have developed an immunity to all of the crud, or at least built up enough of a tolerance that Jimi and I won't have to take turns taking off work every week. 


Monday, April 3, 2017

The stories she will tell...

"You know what my great great grandmommy told me?  She said Pool Head Cover Off.  And then I came to you.  A better mommy.  You're a better mommy to me."

You know those "creepy things kids say" emails that used to float around and still appear occasionally on clickbait sites?  This is Geneva's contribution. 

She's been talking about her great great grandmommy, Donna, for weeks.  She says Donna died when bad guys broke into her house and killed her.  But she shows G all sorts of things and tells her all sorts of stories. 

Pool head cover off.  Pool had cover off?  A little kid drowned in a pool in the backyard of our home, years before we bought it but recently enough that we found little McDonald's happy meal toys in the backyard and basement and upstairs for years after we moved in.  The story we've heard is he snuck out the back door during a family event of some sort - a birthday party or baby shower or something - and got into the pool when no one was watching.  He was only little, 2 or 3.  Our neighbors remember it and have told us their versions.  The pool is long gone, and I use this story as a reminder of why we don't buy one of those >$200 pop-up things at Wal-Mart for some summer fun and relief.

I don't think G is the reincarnation of the kid who drowned in our backyard 15 years ago.  But her ramblings tonight were a little creepy.  Kids say the darnedest things. 


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