Friday, May 09, 2008

Miscellaneous thoughts

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Note to self:
When your five-year-old son tells you he planted his ball in the front yard so he can grow a ball tree...he's not kidding. Make sure to mark the spot for future excavation...or the ball may be lost forever.
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This explains the maddeningly simple handouts the pediatrician kept giving us...the first time around. But for the second trip? Do they think we just didn't pay attention the first time?
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My neck is killing me. I think it's stress. Nothing to be stressful about here. Except possibly the thought of how I'm supposed to get through Mother's Day brunch without a complete and utter meltdown.

I hereby declare that Mother's Day shall never again be allowed to be on the 11th of May. Do you hear me? I declare it!
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Yesterday was the first time in more than a month that I've written Travis' name here on this blog. Made me think...

April 11th was the last time I wrote Alex's name on this blog. I feel alternately proud and saddened by these facts.

Yesterday was marked by nothing. We don't make it a birthday celebration because...well...not to offend anyone who is into that sort of thing...I think it's creepy. May 8th wasn't supposed to be Travis' birthday. In fact, May 8th wasn't Travis' birthday. It's the day his dead body was evicted from the uterus of doom. Birthday cake just doesn't seem appropriate. And quite honestly, I don't feel like putting my sons through that sort of morbid reminder. I know Sam remembers in his own way.

Like the day a couple weeks ago when it was warm enough to grill hamburgers for dinner. While the burgers were cooking, I took the opportunity to pull some dead leaves out of a nearby flower bed. Steve and Sam arrived home from daycare and Sam said, "Look Daddy, Mommy and Alex are gardening," and hopped out of the car leaving Steve to catch his breath as if he'd been punched in the gut. Sam didn't even register it and Steve didn't say anything.

So yeah...proud and sad. Life goes on. But no, I'm not over it.
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Letters to my boss (about me) do not intimidate me. They might, however, piss me off enough to really spark my fighting spirit. Nothing makes me angrier than being threatened. I'm just sayin'.
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What IS that noise? It sounds like someone mowing their lawn. But it starts at 7:30am and hasn't stopped by 7pm. It's making me nuts!
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6 comments:

kate said...

You are honestly going to go to a Mother's Day brunch? I wish you great strength...

Julia said...

I am totally taking advantage of the school not making a big deal out of Mother's Day to bunker up and ignore it.

We are also not cake people, and didn't do anything like that on the first anniversary. But a few weeks ago Monkey said she wants to bake cupcakes next year. If she is still determined, we will do that. I don't know how I will manage it, but I guess I will in some way.

Rosepetal said...

I feel the same way about A. His "day" is May 15th. But it's not his birthday and there is nothing to celebrate about what happened to him and our decision. I will only feel sad on that day.

msfitzita said...

Oh Catherine, it's beyond cruel that Mother's Day falls on the 11th. Sending you much strength and love.

((((HUGS))))

Kate said...

I have missed you, my friend. Many hugs and much love being sent to you on this challenging weekend.

kateandjona said...

OOps! I really must remember to log on as "myself" before leaving comments! Above comment is just me - haven't been around much recently, but am working at making a comeback!