Random yet important things that happened this week:
The Princess
The Princess, my baby, turned 6. She keeps growing in her sleep and when I’m not looking and I’m struggling. She may always be my baby, but she’s turning into a big kid. It’s bittersweet.
And somehow, I seem to be rapidly aging in my sleep too. I noticed new lines and creases this week. I think I need more sleep. And better youth enhancing products. And hair color that covers gray better.
Damn. Now I feel even older.
On that note, let me tell you about Saturday morning coffee with my homeschool mom’s group. They are an incredible and diverse bunch of women. I love them, even if more than half of them are younger than me. When I mentioned that I told the Adventurer this week to “trust me, I know how this is going to play out, I’ve been here 40 years,” too many of them commented that this wisdom was something they could look forward too.
Lucky me, I have arrived.
One of the moms, bless her young little heart, had an iPod in college. When I was in college, people had freakin’ beepers. And there were long lines to use the computer labs. I don’t think laptops had been invented. We still had to go to a video store to rent a movie and hope that the new release weren’t all gone.
We practically lived like the Amish.
Anyway, I had shared a video on Facebook earlier in the week and the ladies decided to watch it, right there in Starbucks. It’s a video of two guys in labor – induced by electric stimulation. I so wish I could make my husband do this, not because I wish him pain, but because I want him to understand me. It starts off slow, but hang in there. It gets hilarious.
The Adventurer went Go-Carting for her friend’s birthday. I’m going to rename her friend Sass. It’s a name she will likely despise, but she knows I thinks she’s awesome, so it’s okay.
Later that night, back at their house, the Butterfly announced to the table of friends that her father has plumber crack.
As in the game, but no one knew that. So she showed them.
The object of the game is to throw stuff into the plumber’s butt crack while he’s working under the sink.
Now do you see why I want my husband to experience labor pain? After all I went through birthing three beautiful little girls, he shows them stuff like this.
I had a conversation with Jen (mother of Sass, who should be renamed Running Jen because I have 5,310 women named Jen in my life) about the difference between moms with young ones and how different it is to parent them.
They don’t have to deal with difficult things yet, like kids who stick things up their ass or run around the house screaming freeze bitches!
That’s not an exact quote, but you get the idea.
Then five minutes later I declared that I love teenagers. I think they are awesome and funny.
They are.
Earlier in the week, my girls returned to their performing arts classes at Newtown Town Hall. It was a sobering moment when we walked through the lobby and saw the walls covered with signs and art work from all over the country offering prayers and support for the community. It was a little difficult. It was the first time they had been back there since the Thursday night before the shooting. But they did it. And they felt safe and secure. And they were happy to be back.
So was I. The hurt is still there. The pain has not vanished. I can still feel the sadness on the streets, but this community is strong. And they are holding each other up.
Finally, I had my monthly appointment with my Lyme doctor, who told me to “try to stay out of trouble” this month. It’s been very hard to evaluate my progress and the effectiveness of the medications because last month I was a wreck and this month I had the flu.
I have a new symptom too, which has caused me to embarrass myself in front of the kids and cats. I searched the house several times looking for the source of a ringing noise. I kept asking “do you hear that?” I finally realized that I was the only idiot hearing it.
Tinnitus. Lyme sucks.
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Here’s my niece, wishing you a week of peaceful chaos. 
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