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Years of Therapy Await Us

October 21, 2009 in I Might Be Crazy, Kids, Mothering by Sara | 6 comments

JD is traveling.  On Katie’s birthday he was actually at Disney World.  Well, he was actually in Orlando for a conference and they just happened to be having some sort of event at Epcot (or so the story goes).  So he called early yesterday morning to rub it in wish her Happy Birthday. (Just kidding, honey.)

After I said good morning and chatted for a minute, I asked,

“Would you like to speak to the main girl?”

Why no, I have no idea where that phrase came from.

But I looked around to find my youngest looking at me with an expression very similar to this:

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“Main girl?” she said.

As in, “what am I, chopped liver?”

Oops.

Luckily she is a plucky little thing with a self esteem not easily damaged by her mother’s thoughtless remarks.  She instead has turned it into a joke.

“Why don’t you get your main girl to do that?”

“Oh, look what the main girl is doing.”

“I’ll have what the main girl is having.”

I love that kid.

The One Where I Want To Find A Hole To Crawl Into

September 10, 2009 in I Might Be Crazy by Sara | 3 comments

I’ve done some embarrassing things in my life.

Today I added to the list.

Our little city takes it’s sidewalks very seriously.  The sidewalks are meticuously maintained with most of the repair work being done in the summer and early fall.  All up and down the streets surrounding our house there are little pink x marks which lets you know that that piece of sidewalk has been deemed by the city to be up for repair.

Then after they repair them, you get a bill.  But that’s another story.

So today I am walking Lucy and talking to my sister on my phone.  That was probably my first mistake.  As we round one of the corners I see a group of city workers obviously taking their lunch break.  I’m going to walk right by them so I tell Ann to hang on because I think it would be rude for me to keep talking to her as I walk by them.  I’m planning on saying hello and maybe even a thank you for fixing the sidewalks.

I try to be friendly.

So I do. I say “Hello!” and am about to make some other remark when all three of them start going, “Ah! AH! Watch out! Hey!” and other exclamations that make it very obvious they are distressed about something.

I glance down and think that the reason they are having a little fit is that I’m about to step into one of their freshly poured sidewalk repairs.

So I leap forward (pulling Lucy right along with me).

Right into their freshly poured sidewalk repair.

Lord have mercy.

Could I have been a bigger klutz?

Don’t answer that.

Seems we are leaving our mark on the neighborhood in ways I never expected.

He’s Not A Believer

July 13, 2009 in I Might Be Crazy, Marriage by Sara | 5 comments

My husband has many great qualities. He’s really good with all sorts of technical stuff.  He’s fairly handy around the house…..most of the time.

However (you knew that was coming, didn’t you?), there is one thing that just confounds me about the boy.  He has no sense of germ theory.

None.

Zero.

It grosses me out.

To demonstrate this I will now tell two stories that happened just the other day within four hours of one another.  I think these will prove my point.

On our trip to the finger lakes, we stopped at an Amish farm stand where we bought a couple of things.  JD loves sugar snap peas with all his heart and they had some beautiful ones.  They also had corn, baked goods, tomatoes, dairy products and a wide assortment of pesticides. I did not see the words organic or pesticide free anywhere on any sign.

We got in the car and he immediately took some peas out of the bag and started munching on them.

I gently said, “Don’t you think you ought to wash those first?”

He replied, “Why?”

Oh, I don’t know.  Maybe they don’t use the pesticides they were selling but just to be on the safe side……or maybe you’d like a third ear to grow out of the top of your head.

Then not three hours later we found ourselves at the movie theater.  We got a bag of popcorn and a diet coke to share and were on our way to the theater when we decided we both needed to visit the restroom first.

He started into the PUBLIC BATHROOM WITH MY POPCORN!

Are you kidding me!?

He was incredulous that I was grossed out by that.

So help me out.  Am I just a lunatic or is anyone else out there grossed out by the fact that food you would be putting in your mouth was going to spend some time in a public bathroom?  One where I’m guessing the walls and floors are regularly peed on.

I know his mamma taught him better.

I Want To

June 5, 2009 in Home, I Might Be Crazy by Sara | 3 comments

I want to write.

Really, I do.

But I seem to be in some sort of strange place where the only thing zooming around my brain are thoughts of packing and leaving and crying and lists of things to do miles long and yet I find myself laying on the couch watching “Deadliest Catch”.

See?

I’m really doing everyone who reads this a favor by not writing because what did that last sentence even mean?

It will end soon.  My brain will settle down again.

Or not.

We shall see.