Monday, March 29, 2010

What goes around comes around ... and around ... and around

Another cheer season has come to an end.

And I think I am the happiest one in the room.

(Continued at Mid-Century Modern Moms)

Monday, March 22, 2010

Life is like a box of chocolates

When I was in college, I started a tradition.

It was my mother's birthday, and I was 500 miles away from home. In a moment of clarity, I walked into a candy store and ordered a one-pound box of mixed milk chocolates to be sent by mail.

She was thrilled to receive it. Never one to give up a great opportunity to please my mom, I turned it into a ritual.

Birthdays and Mother's Day.

Every year during college. Every year after. Even as a grownup with adult children of my own, I still brought my mother her box of milk chocolates.

She always smiled and thanked me profusely, expressing her excitement over her biannual treat.

For 30 years.

Then one day, I was having a casual conversation with my dad about nothing at all and the conversation turned to chocolate.

"Ha," my dad said. "Your mom doesn't even eat M&Ms because they're milk chocolate. She only eats dark."


Ok, let's back up here one little second and recap:

1) I have given my mother chocolate a minimum of twice a year for 30 years.

2) I always bought milk chocolate because ... well ... I like milk chocolate and, after all, who doesn't like milk chocolate?

3) My mother doesn't like milk chocolate.

And yet she didn't say a word.


Because that's what we moms do.

We smile and say thank you and love our children, even when they give us milk chocolate.

Crossposted at Mid-Century Modern Moms

Monday, March 15, 2010

It's time for a change

Ah, time change.

The switch from standard time to daylight savings and (eventually) back again.

(Continued at Mid-Century Modern Moms)

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Dork alert

You guys are harsh taskmasters.

Yes, Roo shot this and asked no questions. *eyeroll*

Move along, now. There's nothing to see here.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Both sides now

They say opposites attract.

And Wonderhubby and I are obviously the poster children.

I am short. He is tall.

I am complicated. He is what-you-see-is-what-you-get.

I grew up in a world of privilege. He grew up in a world of less.

I am perfectly happy to sit and do nothing. He isn't happy unless he is DOING something.

I am missing the cleaning gene. He is ... well, I guess we're not TOTAL opposites!

Moving on.

I am a night owl who can survive on minimal sleep. He is an early-morning guy who actually does the math,  working backwards to make sure he knows what time to go to sleep so he gets his requisite 6 1/2 to 8 hours.

My witching hour is 11 p.m. He is sawing logs usually well before 10.

But we don't lose touch with each other. I may be up later, but I'm still next to him in bed while he sleeps -- and our feet touch.

It's just that I like to have the television on. He likes to be able to sleep.

Surprisingly, I like to be able to actually HEAR the show I'm watching. And he likes to turn the sound down.

I hold the remote in my hand with my thumb on the volume button because -- guaranteed -- the commercials are louder than the show and will jolt WH from his slumber.

We both hate this.

So ... my very special husband bought us a present last week.

Well, it was for me -- but it benefits him.

TV wireless ears.

You may totally insert your eyeroll here. Yes, it's geeky. Yes, it's weird. But I'll be damned: I can hear EVERYTHING -- and he hears nothing.

So we look a little like this ...

... Except for the part where I'M the one watching TV and HE'S the one sleeping.

Oh, and also except for the part where I can't stand having that thing hanging under my chin, so I push it on TOP of my head. (Sorry, no photos. You'll have to use your imagination to figure out exactly how nerdy this truly is.)

But it's the perfect answer to our opposites world.

So each night, I now plug myself in. He snuggles under the blankets and prepares for the sand man to take him away.

I lean over to kiss him goodnight ...

... And the TV ears fall forward off the top of my head and smack him in the face.

Ha. And they say romance is dead.

Monday, March 8, 2010

Limits and limitations

I was prepared to take a brief hiatus from my gig at Mid-Century Modern Moms after the events that led to last Monday's post, which appeared both here and there.

After all, it's a little difficult to write about being a Mid-Century Modern Mom raising a teen if the subject of the teen becomes off-limits.

But obviously, I'm back.

(Continued THERE)

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And, as usually is the case, when it rains, it pours.

Because in addition to blogging here and at MCMM, I am again featured as one of the staff writers in the March edition of Room 704.

Scroll through the table of contents and find my stuff, as well as the awesome work of 704's growing stable of writers, with the theme of GREEN. (Duh, it's St. Patrick's Day!)

Yeah, we rock the house.

Thursday, March 4, 2010

And on that road, we find our answers

Oh my.

I have no words.

I have read your comments, but it has taken me two days to be able to actually open them and respond to you. If you didn't hear from me, it's most likely because your email address doesn't appear with your comment or because I already have spoken to you through another forum.

But let me just say publicly, here and now, thank you from the bottom of my heart for the outpouring of love and support over Monday's post.

Roo and I are currently in the unspoken-truce stage. We don't bring up the subject of my blog, but we both know it's there -- like the elephant in the room.

Perhaps one day, it will be something we can talk about freely and openly. But not yet.

For the moment, I find that I can't give up my little planet quite yet. I find that blogging has become a little bit like breathing.

For now, my breath is a little ragged. At times, I inhale deeply. At other times, I gasp for air.

Eventually, I will figure out my boundaries and my breathing will settle again into a comfortable rhythm.

Monday, March 1, 2010

On the road to discovery -- self and otherwise

I have had a difficult week.

So has the Roo-girl.

Roo's week went from bad to worse over the course of seven days due to teen drama.

Mine went from irritated (over being the brunt of teen-drama fallout) to bottom-dropping-out-of-it-bad in a heartbeat.

The Roo-girl has discovered my blog.

Not only has she discovered it, but she has been reading it for (in her words) a couple years.

This is not entirely a bad thing. If you read me regularly, you know that while I occasionally despair and often poke fun, I love my kids with a ferociousness of a mama lion protecting her cubs.

In fact, in my initial horror at being discovered, I sent a panicked message to a level-headed person who set me straight:

"If you look at what you write about, it's pretty much love letters to your kids. It's not all sunshine and rainbows, but the love is immense and very obvious."

I needed to hear that because Roo let me know about her discovery in the heat of battle over behavior, etiquette and respect.

At high volume.

I won't quote her directly, but she informed me in no uncertain terms that she knew about my blog and had been reading it -- and continued to read it because there were things that made her smile.

But what really and truly hurt her to the core is that she found out how her father died by reading my raw emotional account. The fact that I could tell the internet before I told her wounded and crushed her.

For that, I am sorrier than words can ever express.

And so I am at a crossroads.

Does she want me to stop blogging? She says no, because she knows it makes me happy.

Do I want to stop blogging? I say no, because I know it makes me happy. But I also say yes, because I made her unhappy.

Time will tell.

Crossposted at Mid-Century Modern Moms
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