come undone

so tired

We spent memorial Day in Rhode Island for my uncle's wake — an unexpected one-day event. The drive to Rhode Island was nice. We made it in 2½ hours and that included a stop at McDonald's for emergency chicken nuggets. The ride home was much longer because of sun glare. All of I-95 needed to stop every 500 feet to adjust their visors. With a quick stop for dinner, we made it home just under 4 hours, around 10:30 pm.

Then my husband woke me up at 6:30 to announce that he has a cold. Then my son climbed in my bed with about fifty cars.

So I'm tired today and have tons of laundry to do and no quarters for the machines downstairs.  The kitchen is also a disaster but I'm pretending that room doesn't exist. And the new treadmill in my bedroom needs to be used. 

And that's that for now...

*sigh*

I'd like to congratulate Kris Allen on his upcoming cover of Tiger Beat. Good luck with that quality single.

But how about my Glam boy strutting on stage with Kiss and Queen? I was thrilled.

yeah...

Yes, for three hours I called in votes for Adam Lambert. 

so...

Where the hell have I been? Everywhere...but I have no memory of anything so I cannot share details. There's a fair amount of work, which is fabulous, and American Idol ends this week. Thank God because watching that show twice a week has been hurting my productivity. I'm a bit excited about this AI finale because there's an Adam Lambert/David Bowie duet rumor going around. Oh, if that's true I will be one happy woman. Bowie must dress as Ziggy Stardust or the Thin White Duke, and Lambert just has to be Lambert. I don't care who wins. That will be amazing.

In other news, we are STILL not potty trained. He goes when he feels like it and that's fine. It's a power struggle. All I hear is "Mommy, listen. I do it." He learned to go into the refrigerator, fetch a drinkable yogurt and punch a straw through its lid. He can also dress himself reasonably well. In a few weeks, he should be able to pump gas.

Also, Memorial Day weekend is upon us and I can't friggin' believe it. We're buried in baptisms, birthday parties and I work. Every. Single. Day. It's just the way it is in the world of freelance. I hate it.

So that's all I've got. Here's some photos of my child. He is growing and sleeping a lot. My baby is a big boy now.

Ok no pics because typepad is not cooperating. Be patient.

Mother's Day

Happy Mother's Day!  And if you're not feeling particularly mother-ish, then I wish you a great day. It's a great day in New York because it finally stopped raining.  Six days of friggin' rain...It really sucked.

So I was going to reflect on the Mother's Day concept here, but came across an article I'd rather share instead:  Mothering As A Spectator Sport  I like what she had to say.

done

I am soooo done. It's not even noon. This is my morning:

• child empties a brand new bottle of body wash in the tub...at least it was in the tub.

• child pulls on livingroom curtains repeatedly and finally uses them to scale about 18" up the wall

• child opens window screen and tosses out his pul ups...and I wouldn't care if he were potty trained, but he isn't. And we have bars on our windows, so no one freak.

• hung himself on the gate we have in the hallway, ripping it out of the wall

And where the hell was I while all this was happening? I have no idea because there's not too many places to hide in this place. The goal was to get a few household chores done so we could go out. And it's raining. And he's got a cold so I'm trying to keep him away from other kids. And I'm tired. And I actually think he just put himself to sleep...that explains a lot, I guess. But I'm still done.