Cause the DIVA is FUNNY

 Mirror, Mirror on the wall,

Who's the fairest of them all?

Evil Queen, Snow White

Several weeks ago as we were on the check out line, the cashier said to DIVA," Aren't you a pretty princess? Is this your mommy? You look just like her."  To which DIVA respsonded," THAT'S NOT MY MOTHER. SHE'S THE EVIL QUEEN."

Yes yes I am the Evil Queen. Still doesn't keep these kids in line but hey it's a promotion from domestic slave.

Soundtrack of My Summer ( A SAHM Made up Playlist)

Editor's Note: OMFG sick of my own whining and introspection. Someone smack me. In an effort to get over my own bullshit, I shall mock myself and my kids for your entertainment. Enjoy!!!

1. I See Your Butt (Pull Up Your Damn Pants!)

2. No No No No No (I Said NOOOOOO!!!)

3. The Whining Song (Oh God Make It Stop!!!)))

4. My Kids Are Nekkid in the Driveway (Must Be Summer)

5. Is 10 AM Too Early for Tequila? (No Seriously)

6. Don't Drink from the Puddles (You'll Get The Shits)

7. Stop Touching Each Other

8. Oh God It's Only 3 O'clock ( Praying for Bedtime)

9. Where's Big Daddy? (Cause Why Should I Have All The Fun?)

10. Late Afternoon Nap Blues (Shoot Me Now)

11. Begging for Ice Pops (All Damn Day)

12.  You're Turning Me Into Grandma (Cause I Said I'd Never Say That)

13. I Love You Mommy (Can I Have Candy?)

14. Even Stevens (Not Just For Kids for Spouses Too)

15. 3 Kids and A Crazy Lady (Never Go to Target Alone)

16. Dreaming of September (Hurry the Fuck Up)

Bonus Track: There's Nothing Here for YOU to See (Mind Your Own Fucking Business)

4:50 am

It's the same as it's been for 18 months. The alarm goes off and I'm up. Throw on the sneakers and turn on the iPod. Out I go for miles because the physical pain is easier to bear then the worry and fear. We won't even discuss the anger. I push myself up the hills at faster paces till my lungs burn and my legs cramp. I run like  a child on the downhill because downhill is easy but I've never done easy. Because the last year has been a fucking roller coaster of the unexpected. Up and down, twisting then right side up then upside down. The highest of highs and the lowest of lows. The realization that the time for a miracle for Boy Wonder has come and gone. That being self reliant is the only way for me. That some things can not be fixed no matter how I try. That walls are necessary and trust is earned. That I am one of the few people unafraid of change. But my kids are happy so I am doing something right. Time to let go and move on. I've done it before I can do it again.

White knuckles and sweaty palms from hanging on too tight
Clench of jaw, I've got another headache again tonight
Eyes on fire, eyes on fire, and the burn from all the tears
I've been crying, I've been crying, I've been dying over you
Tie a knot in the rope, trying to hold, trying to hold,
But there's nothing to grab so I let go 

Blow Me (One Last Kiss) P!nk






 

The Letter of the Day is...

 

A Day At The Beach In Pictures

We skipped housework this weekend so excuse the mess.   

And we headed to our favorite place

THE BEACH!!!

A Handsome Sensory Seeker's Heaven!!

World's Most Gorgeous Mermaid!!

I will build a sandcastle than smash it than build it again. 

Love this face..

and this face.....

and this face!!!!

Digging in the sand. 

Waiting for lunch to be served. 

Topped off by dinner out!!!

And Boy Wonder had apparently had enough of Sass and Brass Tacks today. 

Mommy's not stupid. I went and sat with Boy Wonder. 

But I do hope they remember what a good time they had today TOGETHER.

Mile 18

"Mile 18 almost broke me."

One of my tweets from the 2011 NYC Marathon.

There has been a lot of Mile 18s lately. I have come to accept them as part of my life. And while I may walk or crawl the next few miles, I am never out or down for long. Mile 18 is part of everyone's life. You may call it something else but we all have those days and weeks. I have the power to make myself happy and my children happy. Sometimes other people add to our happiness. Sometimes it's for the long term and sometimes only the short term.

So tomorrow morning when I lace up my running shoes and head out the door, I will think of Winston Churchill's quote, "If you're going through Hell, keep going."  I'll keep going because I know that Mile 23 is never as far as I think it is and that I never know who will be waiting there.  I have faith and hope and for now that's enough.

Easy vs. Hard

Sweet Baby Girl started camp yesterday for two morning a week. She is so ready. She needs it and after almost 7 years of full time mommyhood I need a break. My friend (you know who you are) asked if I had a hard time sending her off to be a "big girl". My answer was no. Every developmental milestone and rite of passage that SBG and DIVA serve up on a silver platter is cause for celebration for me. While I, on a rare occasion, miss the baby days with each milestone they hit I breathe a little easier.  This is easy. Hard was putting Boy Wonder on the "short bus" at 3 years old but sending the girls off to grow, learn and develop is easy.