So, tiny soldiers gone, and the culprit was of course, that lovely little monthly visitor. The other day, third day in a row, in fact, I was yelling around 5 p.m. We were in the car. Ajers was like, “Mom, why are you so crabby?”
I said: “OK, Ajers, here’s the thing with women. There’s these things called hormones that are like teeny tiny little devils that live inside us women. Actually, they’re like a chemical (I tried to explain), and they need to get out. So once a month, women get really cranky, and these hormone things go all crazy; the teeny tiny devils get all mixed up and mad, and finally leave the woman. Then, I’m not cranky anymore.”
Ajers, ever so articulate, said: “But it’s not the beginning of the month, mom.”
“Well, this happens to women at all times of the months, these crazy mother-effing hormone things, and my crazy-mother-effing hormone things happen to be making their monthly debut in the middle of the month.”
I think he understands.
Anyway, today I felt G R E A T ! For quite a few reasons:
~~I did yoga for the first time in a week and a half. We were doing this thing where we put our soles of our feet together and use a strap to hold our feet together, and our knees down, while lifting our heart to the sky. Feeling proud.
Our instructor said, “Think of your proudest moment, feel that, and let it shine.”
Of course, leave it to me to have a question, and leave it to me to ask my question mid-class, while our soles were clasped together, necks high, hearts soaring: “Can we think of a future proud moment?”
Can you all wonder what my future proud moment might be? (Ahem, a book sale please, someday!)
You got it. That’s what I thought of, and I felt proud, and good. I haven’t felt good all week.
~Another good feel-good reason for today—I finally found an activity we all enjoyed together. Tuesday, we attempted ice-skating, and bombed feverishly. Wednesday we did ice cream and mini-putt-putt; Thursday, we went to the mall and out for lunch (where I snuck in a few mommy-do’s like the post office, bank, stop to the store for a refill of Xanax), and then today, we hit the jackpot on fun-kid-and-mommy activities. We went to the local water park. It was beautiful outside, the kids could run wherever they chose, no one fought, I lounged and talked with my friend. It was a relaxing afternoon. And if I do say so myself, well effing deserved on my part!
Next up on my feel-good list for today~~ All the way from Hawaii, I spoke ON THE PHONE with talented, soon-to-be-best-selling-no-doubt-in-my-mind author Patricia Wood. I discovered Lottery had a nice blurb in August's Redbook, and I had to let Pat know so I emailed her and she called me! "How cool is that!?" (read the book--you will know this is an important phrase in it!).
Anyway, Pat has deemed me the judge of her first-ever book giveaway contest! And how fitting that it’ll be a lottery-type drawing! With that said, here are those who have already qualified for the contest--they are signed up to win a copy of Lottery, the audio to Lottery, and some other fun prizes (see the sidebar on Pat's blog to view the prize package.*
March to the Sea
Heidi the Hick
If your name is on this list, and you’re not quite sure if Pat has your email address, you must email her to give her your address, where you can be assured you will never be spammed.
And in keeping with the theme of the lottery being, “You can’t win if you don’t play,” there is still time to enter. Simply email a note to Pat at:
to qualify for the contest, to be held on Sunday, and don't forget to leave her your email.
To be completely fair, all entries will be placed in a hat, and I will have one of my children draw the winner! Cuz I’m all about being fair!
~~And lastly, something that completely made my week – Swishy was here for an improptu pseudo-surprise visit! And we just hung out and ate pizza (so much for my Weight Watchers tonight), and she played with the kids, and she’s so fun, and I tell you, her laugh is completely infectious, and then we called Jenster because Jenster is cool and Jenster just had some major surgery yet she mailed Swish and me cute gifts just because!
And on Sunday, Swish and I are going out to write, have lunch and GET SWISHY’S EARS PIERCED. Diva asked Swishy if she will have to hold my hand really tight, and Swish was like, “Yeah, I’ve had to hold your mom’s hand tight before.” And I was like, “When?” And then Swishy reminded me it was HERE.
Peace UP, and thanks to all who shared their CRANKY stories, and wished my tiny bastard soldiers outta here!!