Monday, June 30, 2008

Things I love

  • Trees in summer, when their leaves are rustling with the breeze
  • Chilled sauvignon blanc
  • Kissing my beautiful sleeping children
  • Yoga
  • Dinner with my divas
  • Mascara
  • Art
  • The colors of summer
  • Eating outside
  • Lying on a lounge chair, reading a great book
  • Baseball
  • Silence
  • Music
  • Scented candles
  • A perfect avocado
  • Clean sheets

These are just a few. I am consciously thinking about the things I love today. It keeps me from focusing on the awful, painful things I will have to do in the coming months.

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

And the plutonium hits the fan

Ever have one of those little teeny fights with your spouse over something inconsequential that turns into a nuclear meltdown? Had one last night. I am exhausted. All I want to do is crawl into a ball under the covers and sleep for two days or three years or so. Oh, and drink. Lots. Oh, and maybe stab myself, just to see the blood, because it would be such a relief to see a visual representation of the pain.

Hey you all, out on the Interwebs, if you're single -- stay single.

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

A different kind of yoga

So I told my son I was going to yoga tonight, and he said "So am I." I said, "hmmm, really? Cool! Where?"

He posed with his hands in namaste (prayer position). His eyes gleamed as he smiled at me and said, "I am going to ice cream yoga. Because it nourishes my body and my soul. Ice cream yoga tonight!!"

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

My little androids

So, it's been a week since the flood, and it's pretty much over. I am much luckier than a slew of people in the Midwest -- I only lost a bunch of junk in my basement. I didn't lose my home or anything of value. Chin up, tits out, two tears in a bucket, motherfuck it.

Of course my children are all whiny about not being able to watch TV in the basement, but they've adapted remarkably well. They've even (gasp!) turned off the tube and gone outside to ride bikes and shoot baskets. My 13-year-old daughter, AKA Little Monster Diva, has suffered the most in her Highly Dramatic Fashion -- she can barely drag herself through a day without constant electronic input from her iPod and her cellphone, and no TV is the equivalent of living in the 14th century with chamber pots and muslin undergarments and leeches to take away your evil spirits.

It seems to me that TV is going to become passe fairly soon. We went to get the LMD an upgraded cell phone, and all the new ones play YouTube and other videos. Who needs TV when you can veg out with your phone?

Anyway, the kids were bouncing around the cellphone store, agog at all the gadgets and tricked-out screens and such. My daughter was actually polite and thankful when she got her new phone, although I was in shock at the price. I must have looked like a ghost, even after being assured I was getting a rebate that cut the price in half, because she looked at me with concern and said "Mom? Are you OK?" in a voice that scared her little brother. They both came up to me and worriedly asked me what was wrong.

I snapped out of my sticker-shock, assured them that nothing was wrong, and they went back to playing with the new phone. Only later did my son come up to me and fake-casually ask, "Mom, what's wrong? You looked really upset." I told him again absent-mindedly that nothing was wrong and he put his head closer to me and said "listen, Mom. I'm your son. You can tell me anything."

Ten years old, and he gets it. No phone, no iPod, no TV in the world can compete.

Wednesday, June 4, 2008

Guess I spoke too soon

Flooded again in the middle of the night. Mr. Diva looks out the window, exhausted, and says "Nature, you are a worthy foe."

I laughed insanely.

I don't have a clue about what to do, so I went on autopilot. I got up, showered, went to work. Nothing lasts forever. I guess this will pass too.

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

Chin up tits out

God, she's right!!! What am I wailing about?

Yes, we had a shitty storm. Yes, my basement flooded for the second time in five years. So what? Look at all the positives!

- Nobody got hurt
- My kids are all OK
- We launched one out into the world as a full-fledged adult with a diploma
- Insurance covers the flood (well, most of it)
- I get to redecorate my basement for (almost) free
- It's summer and I have A/C
- I still have a job
- My husband still has a job
- I have friends who I love dearly who actually mostly love me back

It's ASTONISHING. I swear, today it is raining like hell again, but I am in a weirdly quirky good mood. I'm actually looking forward to getting rid of a bunch of crap from the basement, getting reorganized, and moving forward.

I think I'll get a pedicure too! Dang, you Numbers are some kinda good.

Monday, June 2, 2008


Weekend update: Friday night, horrible storms, basement flooded. Bailing out water from the basement with a bucket at midnight. Scared son, daughter at a sleepover, freaking out.

Saturday: two graduation parties to attend, one of whom is my darling goddaughter's.

Sunday: Lovely stepdaughter's graduation.

The common thread running through the weekend: the stench of muddy, mildew-y carpet in my basement, humidity that made my hair frizz, frantic calls to insurance flunkies and water-sucking-up devices and/or workers, and this relentless buzzing in my head that kept saying "it could have been worse, it could have been worse, but ohmygodi'msickofthisshitwhenwillitend?"