Today is my Mum's birthday. We live a LONG way away from each other, what with her outside of Sydney and me in Denve. We don't talk as often as I'd like to. We don't live as close as we'd like to. She doesn't get to see her only grand-daughter as much as she'd like to. It's not all my fault, but I'm the one that move a million miles away so... you know... what did I think would happen?
I've always admired my Mum. I adored her as a youngster (minus some of the teen years when, according to diaries I kept at the time and read YEARS later, were filled with teen vs Mum fights and drama that I had all but forgotten once we stopped living together when I was age 18) and always, always thought that she did a wonderful job being a Mum. By the time that I was the age that my daughter is now, my Mum had another toddler and was pregnant with the third... or damn close to it. Can you freakin' imagine?? I sure as hell can't. Urgh, dear lord, the diapers. The diapers!!
Anyway. All of this is to say that a) it's my Mum's birthday today and b) it's Mother's Day on Sunday and c) my Mum is aces. That's all, really. I mean, sure, she's as nuts as they come and I'm well aware of various levels of crazy that I've inherited, genetically or by learned behaviors, directly from her... but I love her guts none the less. She's my Mum, for godsake. Sure, she's nuts, but only I'm allowed to say that. Not you. You shut up.
I love you Mum. Happy birthday! Happy Mother's Day. Thanks for being my Mum, you crazy kook. xoxo
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Oh dear Lolly I'm hopeless at this.
I've come to realize that the only time I have to update a blog, being a full-time working mother with a 20 month old, is during business hours when I am at work. That's a problem.
How do people do it? By the time the child goes down to bed at 7:15pm or so, and we scarf down some dinner and do dishes and maybe a load of laundry, and park our asses on the couch for some desperately needed relaxation and 'brain goes dead in front of glowing box droooooool' time the very LAST thing on my mind is turning on the computer and making an attempt at some kind of thoughtful, funny, interesting blog entry. TERRIBLE AT THIS, is what.
I resolve, yet again, to do better. Maybe during my lunch breaks? God knows I'm sitting at my desk anyway, right? Certainly not outside doing anything vaguely resembling 'exercise', or 'errands' or other worthwhile endeavors.
BE BETTER AT THIS. That's my resolution. 'This' includes a lot of things. Blogging is one of them.
I've come to realize that the only time I have to update a blog, being a full-time working mother with a 20 month old, is during business hours when I am at work. That's a problem.
How do people do it? By the time the child goes down to bed at 7:15pm or so, and we scarf down some dinner and do dishes and maybe a load of laundry, and park our asses on the couch for some desperately needed relaxation and 'brain goes dead in front of glowing box droooooool' time the very LAST thing on my mind is turning on the computer and making an attempt at some kind of thoughtful, funny, interesting blog entry. TERRIBLE AT THIS, is what.
I resolve, yet again, to do better. Maybe during my lunch breaks? God knows I'm sitting at my desk anyway, right? Certainly not outside doing anything vaguely resembling 'exercise', or 'errands' or other worthwhile endeavors.
BE BETTER AT THIS. That's my resolution. 'This' includes a lot of things. Blogging is one of them.
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