I don’t know you guys, I probably shouldn’t even throw my cap into this ring because I’m sure it will be close to 50-something next week here in (usually) sunny Colorado, but this week has been brutal. Canada, I feel your pain. Kind of. I have never been the kind of mom to flinch in the face of the elements, at least when it came to something like weather standing between me and my forays to procure groceries, coffee, etc., and yet here I sit, 7 week old baby tucked snugly under one arm and croupily coughing up a storm and the mercury? It’s hovering right around negative 10 degrees and so I’m eating Panda Puffs for lunch. My options – like my luck – have run out.
Poor Genevieve has been sick as a toy poodle for days now, and yesterday spiked a scary (to me) fever of 101.5. She is better today but still not eating well and keeping us (okay, mostly me) up aaaaallll night long with her sad snorting and snuffling and gagging on snot, etc. Too much information, I know. But my brain is short-circuiting from too many consecutive days of crazy housebound baby-wrangling, and I’m pretty sure my sweet, single, medically-trained sister in law, visiting us from exotic south Asia, just had the SAHM version of a ‘cultural immersion experience,’
Claire, I’m so sorry, and God love you for all that Curious George you read Joey. He is currently waving a sippy cup in my face and berating me for serving him “old” milk, so feel free to come back any time. Or right now, really.
|Do you see that liquid? It turns out you cannot leave an unattended keg of beer in the company of men of any age. “Beer fight, Mommy!”
Don’t even ask why we had a keg in our garage, but know that it was Fat Tire.
This too shall pass, I know, I know…but just when I felt like I might kind of maybe be getting a little bit on top of my newly-expanded mom game, bam: gut check courtesy of mother nature.
So there you have it, delivered to you fresh from the land of stretchy gym pants and unmade faces. I’ve been sustaining myself on this gem of a book my sweet husband brought home for me last week and came across this cool lady, who saw housework as a form of temporal punishment for sin and oh MY GOODNESS YES. Amen. And alleluia.
If you’ll excuse me, my penitential load of dishes awaits me.
On a warmer note, now that the embargo has been lifted, I am beyond thrilled to invite you to come share a pint poolside on a glam rooftop in the humid heart of Austin, Texas this summer with Jen, Hallie, and a whole slew of other queens of the internets who will be speaking at the Edel Gathering.
You best believe when J + H emailed me a month or so ago to ask if I would emcee this fantastic creation of theirs that I simultaneously started doing labor breathing and trying to craft a somewhat cool and casual reply of “Oh hell yes” a very reserved 11.2 seconds after the email hit my inbox.
So if you wanna come hang with the creme de la creme (them, not me) of the mommy hood, I hope you’ll start dropping hints to your husbands about what a fabulous St. Valentine’s gift a weekend away of this caliber would be. Come on, a rooftop pool. Starbucks. Multiple bars in the hotel. Quiet, sanitized bathrooms with ample hot water. I’m sorry, I just fainted from the anticipation of a 25 minute shower followed by an enormous glass of red wine.
Join us. You know it to be your destiny.
(I’m really, embarrassingly sleep deprived. Luke Skywalker called and confirmed it for me.)
I feel your sick baby pain. My Dominic had the very thing and it was scary. He was on a nebulizer for three days and it helped break up the gunk so much that he’s better. The doctor said babies with coughs need to be suctioned of boogers and watched for fevers but if they’re eating and peeing, etc, then they should get better. Peace to you. I hate it when they’re so little and sick.
Fat Tire instantly classes that up. 😉
I can’t even begin to tell you how very, very much I want to come to the weekend. And how very, very much I can’t. My husband graduates from a Master’s program THAT WEEKEND in Pennsylvania. I was somewhat crossing my fingers that when the first venue fell through the date might get changed. Sigh. It makes me want to cry thinking about it.
OHMYGOSH! I just perused the whole Edel Gathering site, and I want to go SO BADLY!! It sounds completely amazing and wonderful and I would get to see you! Your EMCEE-ing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ahhhh!!!! Need to convince Luke how important this is……..