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A sleep over, of sorts

Yesterday, Alison invited her cousin to sleep over.  I never know whether they are going to get along or fight like cats and dogs.  Unfortunately, cats and dogs it was.  The bickering and whining I can handle – time outs work great for that.  But another child hitting my girl, repeatedly, even after punishments, is unacceptable.  In fact, I think five years of age is a little old for random hitting.  So I packed up the car and took Alison’s cousin home. 

Alison was devastated, of course.  Even if she’s getting beat up on, she still loves her cousin and wanted a sleep over.  I explained to her that since her cousin hasn’t learned elsewhere that hitting isn’t OK, it was our job to teach her.  My girl was heartbroken, so I made a compromise with her.  We could have a sleep over, instead.

After Blythe went to bed we did all kinds of sleep over things.  We watched a movie and ate cashews in our jammies.  I said, “Hey, keep your feet out of Daddy’s nuts,” something I never thought I’d hear myself say.  We made a bed on her bedroom floor and snuggled up together. 


We got up with the baby who cried at 12, 3 and 6 am for unknown reasons.  Well, actually, that part was just me.  At 3 am I moved to my own bed because Alison was lying crossways over the makeshift bed we had made.  And also?  The floor is hard.

At 5 am, Alison woke and discovered I was breaking the cardinal sleep over rule – to sleep over.  She climbed into bed with me, and peace was restored.  She was still sleeping when I put Blythe down for her nap at 8:30, so I got back in bed with her. 


I fit in there somewhere, don’t worry.  In true sleep over fashion, we slept until 10 am and had pancakes for breakfast.  Then we painted pictures and watched cartoons. 

I don’t think she missed her cousin one bit!  And bonus?  I never hit her, even once.

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Life in general Motherhood and Pregnancy

A Tale of Two Va-jay-jays

I was all set to rant about the gyno appointment I had on Thursday, joy of all joys.  It’s not that it was time for one.  No, that wouldn’t be SO bad.  My insurance company, or shall I say the company I am trying to be insured by, added one more thing to a long list of requirements.  It seems that they are concerned about the fact that I hemorrhaged after giving birth last year.  

Months of reviewing my records and my declining maternity coverage, and Jeremy submitting his vasectomy records were just not enough.  No, they wanted me to have a gyno appointment so that a medical professional could attest to the fact that I am no longer bleeding.  A year later.  Seems to me that if I had been hemorrhaging for a whole year, I might be more concerned with life insurance than health insurance.

So, yes, invisible friends, you were gonna hear it from me.  But then my friend Kimberly went and had her baby.  It’s hard to complain about a five minute date with a speculum after watching your friend labor for almost eleven hours, and then pass a six and a half pound baby girl. 


Even though her end result is way cuter than the tissue I was handed.

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Life in general

Technical Difficulties

Photobucket seems to be experiencing some technical difficulties.  So any of my photos that run from my photobucket feed (about 99% of them) aren’t appearing on my blog right now.

I’m so sorry, but there’s just not a thing I can do.  Hopefully they’ll have the issue resolved right away and things will be back to normal soon!

In other news, this happens to be my 100th blog post.  I was hoping to do something special for my 100th, like maybe a contest and giveaway, but things don’t always work out as planned. 

We’ll see what tomorrow brings, and go from there!

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Life in general

Gemini

One day, years ago, I woke up and realized I was surrounded by Gemini.  Not in the “come out with your hands up” sort of way.  It’s more of a, ‘Dang I buy a lot of presents in June,’ observation. 

It makes complete sense to me, then, that both my husband and my very best friend are Gemini.  And miracle of miracles – not only do they get along, they approve of each other.  Life doesn’t get a whole lot better than that.

Today, my very best friend is having a birthday.  One that I can’t celebrate with her because she moved all the way to New York, Brooklyn in fact, two years ago.  And way out there she has a life that she loves, one that I’m not a part of.  Not for a lack of invitations to visit, but so far I’ve had either a baby in my belly or a baby hanging on my boob.  A baby who could have been born a Gemini, had I crossed my legs for a few extra days.

The consolation for having a very best friend who lives all the way across the continent is history.


 


Blackmail worthy history.  If I ever decide to run for government office?  My enemies could bring me down in one fell swoop, should they ever coax her to their side.


(Apparently I wore that outfit every day.)

From the outside, we are more different than we are alike.  But on the inside, I am not complete without her.  She knew me before I knew myself, and helped shape me into the person I am today.  For seventeen years now, I have relied on her to bring balance to my chaos, and she has done so unfailingly.  Ever the voice of reason, she has propped me back up countless times. 

I only hope I have done the same for her.  I love you, girl.  Happy Birthday.

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Blogging Business Life in general

Home Office

Sometimes it’s hard to get anything done around here.  I’ve learned that if I’m not doing at least three things at any given moment, I’m just not making good use of my time.  Even if, on some rare occasion, one of the kids or animals doesn’t need my attention, the pile of stuff called my “inbox” is calling my name.  Don’t get me wrong, having a home office is great in so many ways.  But as you might imagine, I don’t get to leave work at work.  Self-employment also means that I don’t get to browse my favorite blogs while I’m supposed to be working.

*ahem*  

So many blogs to peruse, but so little time.  I’ve recently joined allmediocre.com, as you may have noticed by the cute button on your left.  When you’re done here, click on over and check it out.  It’s a new site that’s allowing mediocre great bloggers to increase traffic on their sites while taking on a more active role in the blogging community.  So when is a girl supposed to read all her awesome new blogs, or for that matter, write her own?  The answer is, whenever and wherever she can.







On a side note: Jeremy and I had some fun with the camera and laptop today, fulfilling Bossy’s request for her readers to send in a photo of themselves on the computer.  Extra bonus: I found out my wi-fi does come in by the play area and by the pool.  Score!