Drunk blogging.
It does no one any good.
Except for you. You lucky duck.
Thaaaaaaaat’s right, it’s another installment of Things You Maybe Shouldn’t Say On The Internet Unless You Lack Shame.
1. I am Olympics obsessed. Like, I have forsaken even HBO and True Blood for CTV. I mean, honestly, who even does that?! I cry when anyone wins a medal, literally anyone. And worse? I cry when the people don’t win a medal. Tonight? I cried when I heard that the Kenyan men’s 1600 meter relay team showed up at the South African challenge to apologize to the South African team and tell the officials that they had messed up and please award the spot to South Africa. I cried when I saw the mens Decathlon athletes hugging and congratulating each other and showing true Olympic spirit by being legitimately happy for each other. It’s really awkward to cry at your desk when you’re the only woman in the office and you’re…you know…not drunk. And then? I heard an American guy ran the last 200m of the 1600m qualifier WITH A BROKEN FIBULA! What in the hell?! That’s badass. And also? I’m so lazy.
2. I haven’t eaten dinner in two days…I just eat dessert. It’s an incredible feat to be able to fool three children into thinking that by sitting at the dinner table you have eaten the same dinner you’re imploring them to eat. I’d be more proud of myself if I didn’t worry a little that I’m setting a bad precedent for myself. Why would I ever eat any dinner ever again if I can replace it with a Moonpie?
3. Who can I designate next year to remind me not to grow a garden? Well, except for kale…I love kale and it grows like crazy and tastes delicious and requires almost no care whatsoever. The rest of it? Stupid. I’ve been growing four huge GREEN tomatoes for what seems like four weeks and the kids are getting pissed off that I keep telling them we can’t pick them until they’re red. “When will they just turn red already, Mom?” Oh I don’t know, Bella- when you’re eight. Good luck.
4. Ryan has started a new job recently (I’m so proud of him. It’s a really great position for him and for our family and he’s earned this incredible thing for us. Really.) and I’m having to do dinners when I come home from work all by myself. It isn’t fun. I find I lack enjoyment with that portion of domesticity. If I could get my ass in gear I’d do more slow cooker meals, but since this morning I used the ponytail+dry shampoo trick again, I figure that’s enough explanation as to why I can’t get the meat and the potatoes in the crock pot in the morning too. Hell, we don’t even have potatoes. Grocery shopping is also lacking.
5. Annika has another kidney infection. It’s bullshit and I hate it and she’s a superstar and at 102 degree fever never even complains that she’s even warm. I could learn a lot from her, I’ve discovered. I’ve also discovered that while it’s crappy? We kind of have this kidney infection thing down pat. Nik tells us her side hurts, we see she’s got a fever and the troops are mobilized. Her pediatrician is apparently gone until September 4th (what the hell?!) so while I panicked a little that this pre-emptive paperwork and urine culture was going to an office devoid of people for a month (!!) Ryan picked up my slack and got two steps ahead of the game by making a few “can you help me” phone calls. My mother in law helped us huge by taking Nik to the clinic where they got her started on a round of antibiotics and she’s good. It just sucks that after almost an entire year of no infections, she has to go back to her pediatric nephrologist in 2 weeks and say we didn’t make it. Damn. But, we knew this was a possibility and we’re all clearly adept at dealing so I’m not worried. Me- not worried. Crazytown.
6. Sometimes parenting three kids is hard and I forget that. I’ve been reminded. Point taken.
7. When I discover that I’m writing and deleting the same sentence seven times in a row, all I need is a bottle of Shock Top Lemon Shandy (or three) to fire up the blog mojo.
8. I love you guys.
Alright, I think that’s all I’ve got. Because once again it’s midnight and I’m not asleep and tomorrow morning I will want to shank myself for staying up late again. Again. Cause this has become a problem.
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Dry shampoo is a gift from all the lady gods that ever existed. What the hell did our forebearers do? I guess they had bonnets and whatnot.
Also- you are a superstar mom and blogger! Thanks for an a.m. read!
I’m totally in the staying up late and regretting it early boat right now. It has been 11-12pm when I lay my head down and the alarm is screaming at 5:45…. I don’t do mornings. Today I hit snooze/turned of alarm until 7:00pm. So I was late for work again. Thank goodness I have an awesome/very busy boss who rarely notices. LOL Of course I may be nodding off at my desk soon and grabbing a Monster Rehab from the fridge….
I for one both adore your drinking and staying up late because then you’re up in my phone being awesome longer and better and harder and…..wait, that’s not right
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MOONPIE FTW!!!!
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Next summer: cherry tomatoes. They turn red a lot faster. Take barely any time to grow. And there are a lot of them to share with the kids.
Also: one of the craziest lessons I’ve learned blogging is that comments make no sense. Write something about poop and watch the comments roll in. Spill out your heart and watch no one comment. One of the most popular search items on my blog? Recipe for mashed sweet potatoes. I’m not a food blogger!
I really just commented to let you know I tried the Shock Top Lemon Shandy and loved it. Leinenkugel shandy? HORRIBLE.
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UUUUHHHHHHMMMMM
My dear daughter – - – - EAT DINNER ——– do we have to ground you!!!????
Seriously – - you only have to think DAD to know why this really pisses me off.
Your a smart lady – - use those brains before your genes catch up with you !!!!!
You crack me up!!
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Noooooo to the kidney infection! Ugggg. Is she better now?
I loathe making dinner. Hate, hate hate it. My husband usually does the cooking in our family and he’s really good at it. I can cook, I just hate doing it. I just can’t find the point. I mean, I know we need to cook to eat and the kids need to eat, but I’d rather just go out to eat. I was watching this cooking show the other day and I was so appalled at the EFFORT. This dude was cooking one meal yet it took an entire hour to make it. And that’s only the show’s hour — I bet some crap was cut out for television. He was making soup. Soup. That took an hour? With all of these fresh ingredients. Blah. Barf. Too much effort. I’m sure it tasted amazing but I’m not going to spend an hour making SOUP. No way no how.
I wish pizza wasn’t so bad for you. Well, it’s not that it’s BAD for you, but it’s pretty high on the calorie count. For shame. I’d love to have pizza every single night for dinner. You could really mix up your pizza, different brands, different sauces, different toppings. You could have a different kind every night and not get bored.
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