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2008 - with the large exception of the birth of my son was one shit year.

I’m glad to see it gone.

Hubbin and I are going to dinner tonight, no parties. This morning he said he wanted to talk about the kids and “how I’m doing”. I feel like I’m getting my yearly performance review. No Thanks!

Anyone else available for dinner now that it feels like I have plans with my boss?

Went down to Aunt Iowa’s for X-mess and things were a blur. The kids did not do well at all. Boo was coughing and feverish when we left and on Dec 25 at 5am, instead of waking us up to see what Santa had brought for her, she woke us up crying because her ear hurt. Target Clinic confirmed an ear infection last night.

The Buns did a little better, but not much. He’s teething and that makes him feverish and cranky. It was great to be around so much family. Uncle Arizona and I won the pool tourney, but I felt like Hubbin and I we constantly doing damage control, so it was impossible to relax and enjoy the moment.

Went to bed early and slept in, so that helps. Boo got about 12 hours of straight sleep. And Hubbin and the Buns are napping now. We were supposed to go up to Stearns County for family X-mess, but with the kids on the brink we’re not going. Which I’m really grateful for.

Hope you had a Merry merry.

Shopping completed.
Presents wrapped and delivered.
Cookies still not decorated, but it’s fun frosting them on an “as needed” basis.
Boo has a cough and a runny nose.
The buns has vicious diaper rash.
Snot storm on the forecast tomorrow - as we travel to Iowa.

And
AND
AND…..

The goddamn dog got into the diaper genie and ate all the poopy diapers he could get his sick mouth on. GAK! Poop on a baby bum is okay, it’s expected. But, poop on a diaper, on the floor, chewed to smithereens, ingrained in the carpet….totally different! Guaranteed to induce dry heaves and massive restraint not to go beat the dog senseless.

(Yeah, like I’d ever…..)

hectic hectic hectic….

behind on everything, including this.

sinus infection slowly responding to antibiotics.
skin dry and feels like paper.
lips chapped a feel scaley.

only got gift cards for my nieces and nephews - and pajama’s for the little ones.
leave for iowa on tuesday.

haven’t wrapped a single gift.
made cookies but have not decorated them.

need a drink and about 12 hours alone.

hope you are well.

This isn’t my Boo, but she’s awful cute.

Once upon a time… from Capucha on Vimeo.

Last night my daughter and I read The Runaway Bunny at bedtime. This has been in and out of the rotation since this summer. The whole premise of the story is that a little bunny runs away and the mother bunny says - basically - if you runaway I’ll come find you. It’s really sweet in a way, because we’ve all loved someone that no matter what they did, where they were, we’d go to them. We’d go and heal them.

The little bunny goes through different scenarios of eluding his/her mother. The first one has always been my favorite. The little bunny says that he’d/she’d turn into a fish and swim in a trout stream, and the mother bunny says, then I’ll be a fisherman and catch you. Clement Hurd does the illustrations (he also did Goodnight Moon - the most popular of Margaret Wise Brown’s books) and the corresponding picture is the mother bunny casting a line with a carrot on the end of it and the little bunny is in the stream.

Now my daughter understands the concept of fishing - it’s one of her favorite things! So I ask her, if you were going to catch a fish, what would you put on your fishing hook? “A Wormy” she giggles. Then things got interesting…

“What would put on your hook to catch a Daddy?”
“Um…I think a sandwich”
“That’d do it, Daddy likes sandwiches”
Daddy says “Yeah he does!”
“What would you put on your hook to catch a baby brother?”
“A bottle”
“What would you put on your hook to catch a Mommy”
“A cup!”
“Why a cup?”
“To put tea in, then you’d come right up out of the water and drink your tea.”
“You’re right, I would! What would you put on your hook to catch a little girl?”
“A carrot!”
“No! How about a pickle?”
“No,” she says, “you can’t catch me with a pickle! Silly Mommy!”
“How about a cookie?”
“Yeah yeah yeah! Can I have a cookie right now?”

And I wish I had a cookie to give to her, but it’s bedtime and she understands. I just marvel sometimes at her sense of humor. But what’s the saying? Apple trees makes apples.

I walk into the living room and see Boo sitting in a laundry basket full of toys.
“Whatcha doin’?” I ask
“Putting toys in my sleigh” she says matter-of-factly.
“Are you going to deliver toys?”
“Yep I am!”

She then proceeded to give me her Princess Tea Set (for girls she said) and a Thomas the Train toy (for boys) to Daddy. The Buns got a toddler safe tooth brush and she gave herself a My Pretty Pony that she got from McDonalds.

Sometimes, you do alright.

There has been so much drama at Boo’s school it’s not even funny. And I have to say that after being the subject or rather the recipient of much drama it fun to just sit back and watch. It’s not really a case of schadenfreude, since I’m not relishing in the discomfort of others. Let’s just say I’m glad it’s not me. Finally.

Something happens when you have kids, more than maternal instinct, I can’t explain. But there is something inside of me, that drives me to inspect and secure a healthy environment for my children. And while my daughter is away, most of the day, four days a week, at some other building, I want to know what goes on in the building, to a certain extent. At the beginning of the school year we were in awe of Boo’s environment at school. French Immersion, different nationalities, uniforms! It was all very exciting. But as things started to unfold it revealed a quagmire of administration faux pas.

Now, all of this is none of my business. And I’m trying to stay out of it. But because I mentioned that I work closely with a 501(c)(3) organization I’m now the “go to” girl. I don’t mind, I’ll help in any way that I can. But it’s gotten to a point where you just want to say, everyone stop what you are doing right now, put down the phone or your pen, blackberry, whatever, stop what you are doing and listen. This is not the way.

Of course I can’t say that. And now there is some static between and small group of parents and the school. And one of the parents, who took it upon themselves to start a supporting organization without any knowledge of how to do it, has to answer for some of their actions, and the actions of the school legally. It’s a nightmare.

I’m getting calls from the parent with the legal trouble and the head of the school. And the whole thing, the whole thing could be solved so easily if everyone just took a step back and said, you know what? this high school attitude is bullshit. We’re adults at an elementary school. ADULTS! Surely we can come to some agreement that helps us all.

Nope.

Cliques remain I’m sad to say. And when one girl makes it crystal clear that she doesn’t like another girl - christ the whole school knows about it. I can’t wait for Winter Break. Two weeks off of this is going to be divine!

I like how Jon Stewart kinda pokes the stick at The Fabulous Mr. O, but then doesn’t. By the way, I peed my pants watching this.

sorry for the long dead silence there…i’m home now and thinking of where to start.