Archive for the 'Family' Category

19
May
09

hello blog. it’s me, margaret.

i was determined to actually update this blog when i created it, but then i became a sort-of single parent and that’s when everything went all pear shaped. zoe has actually been a total dream this whole time, but still, i’m busy and what not.

anyway, here are a few post topics i’ve been writing in my head…

     – does satan exist?

     – top 5 things to do on the pot

     – bundt baby bundt

     – what i’m reading (House on Mango Street, A Million Little Pieces, Operating Instructions)

     – family values

more on those later. tonight, i just want to say that this parenting gig is the craziest thing. i put zo’s new toddler bed together last night and she freaked out when she saw it this morning. i had to pry her from her new primarily-colored pillows to change her diaper, and she cried all the way to skool days wailing, “my zoe’s big girl bed…i sleep!” even still, i was prepared for a mini battle after her bath tonight.

but she was great.

we read a few books, turned on the sleepy time tunes, and she was out.

as we’ve been sharing our bed with her since january, i want to dance. but more than dance, to cry.

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22
Apr
09

single motherhood

Af left for Nashville this morning. He’s going to be there for the next three months bringing home a little APX bacon. He’ll be great at the sales thing, and I know he’ll enjoy a change of pace, but I’m going to miss him like a woman possessed. I travel quite a bit, but we’ve never been apart for more than a week or so. Although I know this next chapter will be quite the challenge, I am looking forward to a few things…

 

1) Appreciating everything my husband does for me.

Af’s the laundry guy, is AMAZING with Zoe, takes car of the car and the garbage, walks the boys twice a day, fetches things from up or downstairs when I’m too lazy to fetch them myself, and is just an all around GREAT catch, but I know there’s more. After over six years of marriage it’s easy to take things for granted so I’m thankful for this opportunity to really examine how much easier he makes my life and living it.

 

2) Playing supermom.

Because Africa is so great with Zoe I often take a back seat and let him manage the madness. She’s perfect 80% of the time, and I know it sounds weird, but I’m thrilled to take on that not-so-super 20%. Single mothers keep it together every day, day after day, right? Surely I can keep my cool for 12 short weeks!

 

3) Taking control.

Being married has given me license to let a lot of things slide (gym attendance, budgeting, lipstick application, regular prayer and time with the Good Book, yadda, yadda, yad) and now that I have no one to blame but myself, I’m going to try to get a little better at a few more things that matter.

 

Pray for me freinds and neighbors. And pray for my favorite Africano.

May his butt remain unbitten and his pockets fill to overflowing.

23
Mar
09

Pizza Hut is Hiring Team Members

Fool's Caravan, shown here at right.I don’t know about yours, but my television has magical powers. If I opt to plop in front of it, I’m there for hours. (Yipee, I made a rhyme!!!) Zoe can climb on top of the fridge during Dancing with the Freaking Stars, and I’d have a tough time coming to her rescue. It’s a disease. The uncontrolled tendency to veg.

Anyway, it’s Sunday so we watched Amazing Race and it was in India. After AR, DH. And after DH, B&S.

Noteworthy in AR was a fabulous line from some random dude competing with his 68 year-old father. They were in a cab heading towards a camel project, when random noted all the other cabs with AR hopefuls vying for position in the line up. “Caravan of fools,” he said. Fabulous. Simply fabulous.

Anyway, I found an interesting theme in TV madness this evening, and it’s left me a little concerned. It seems that women who try to “have it all” as Oprah, I’m sure, has said, suffer from drama. Each and every one.

The duo of darling blonds who were unfortunately the “last to arrive” were both motivated to take on the AR because of their children. One doesn’t actually have children, but in the off chance that she might one day, wanted to “do something for herself” before takling  reproduction. And the other “missed her daughter terribly,” choosing both to leave and to lead her; to teach her that life is what we make it.

On DW nut-job Orsen convinced Bree to sell her business because her success was detracting from his happiness and therefore their marriage (and emasculating him SLICE BY SLICE, in case we needed a visual). And on B&S ol’ nasty Holly (who I love to hate) traded planning for an upcoming board meting for a $50 pizza, all to pacify the loser baby-daddy who left her high and dry when doe-eyed Rebecca was in diapers. Even Kitty, now never shown if not canoodling a plastic baby doll with white hands although she adopted an African-American child, can no longer communicate with her husband the would-be president. She now finds fulfillment chatting up a widower about burping and what not down at the neighborhood playground.

I know these people aren’t real.

But we are.

Zobina, I love you. Edwardino, love you too.

19
Mar
09

Note Worthy

Markings from the Mayhem: Thursday, March 18

11:00 am Weight Watchers New Member Meeting

– 31 points for daily munching. Hooray!  (Total points for Noodles & Co. mac & cheese: 12.) (Oh my.)

– No need to drink H2O. Slug down six 8-ounce glasses of something other than beer and we’re golden. (Oh my.)

 

1:30 pm Lunch Meeting with LaMar Lisman

– LaMar: “There’s Marcie something or other. I haven’t seen her in years. She looks like hell.”

– Faustina lunch special: chicken sandwich with avocado and garlic aioli, side salad with yummy crunchy beets, apple bread pudding. Cost $10. Weight Watchers points: 100. (Oh my.)

 

6:30 pm National Speaker’s Association Monthly Chapter Meeting w/Patricia Fripp

– “What if…” The two words that all creative professionals have used since the beginning of time  to solve their client’s problems.

– “People don’t remember what we say. They remember the picture we create in their minds.”

 

9:35 pm Driving Home

Zoe: “Binky?”

Mom: “We don’t have a binky sweetheart. You threw it out the window last night because binkys are for babies. Remember?”

Zoe: “All gone?”

Mom: “Yes, all gone. Binkys are for babies. Not for big girls. Are you a big girl?”

Zoe: “Zoe? Baby.”

(Oh my.)