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I Can Hit the High Notes…Ask My Dog
Lately, I’ve been feeling a tad stressed and burned out. Getting through the holidays and Bug’s birthday has been more difficult than I anticipated. Stupid me for thinking two years would be enough time to allow one’s soul to fully recover from the devastating loss of one’s youngest child.
Nobody ever said I was the brightest bulb in the package.
Compound that with the fact the kids haven’t been to school once this week…that’s right…they’re playing video games as we speak because of the cold climate and a well timed teacher development day, I’m going a little stir crazy.
All right, that may have been a mild understatement. Yesterday my daughter wanted to know why I was talking to myself in a British accent while rocking back and forth in the corner. It’s time for this mommy to get the hell out of the house before I do something crazy like strap on an apron and start baking cookies.
So I’m taking a few days to get my head on straight, find my funny again and remember the heart does go on.
(Picture me imitating Celine as I wander down the grocery store aisle.)
Of course, my husband is on his way home, I have no razors to shave my legs and I currently resemble a wildebeest, so I may be back sooner rather than later, depending if he feels like getting frisky with a screechy, sad hairy wildebeesty-wife.
How’s that for a mental image to tide you over?
Be back soon. Promise.
February 1st, 2008 at 11:34 am
I prefer you over Celine any day.
I’m sure you need that extra hair to stay warm. Of course you can find other ways to create heat.
February 1st, 2008 at 11:38 am
I hate Celine but I love you.
Sorry you’re going through a rough patch. They suck.
February 1st, 2008 at 11:39 am
Whatever you do - stay away from baking cookies. It’s not natural and makes me look bad.
February 1st, 2008 at 11:52 am
It’s a rough time of year even without all the extra circumstances you’re up against.
Get Boo to bring you leg razors, warming massage oil, and a bottle or two of red comfort andjoy. Surely the precious darlings will be back to school on Monday.
February 1st, 2008 at 12:03 pm
Oh god, linking to Celine? Why must the rest of us also suffer?
(hope you find centre and come back feeling better. stay warm. xo)
February 1st, 2008 at 12:06 pm
We’ll miss you while you’re gone - take care of yourself!
February 1st, 2008 at 12:09 pm
Well that link was just cruel and completely unnecessary (but very patriotic). Anyhow, trust me, if he’s anything like SB, it doesn’t matter what state the garden is in - he’ll tiptoe through.
February 1st, 2008 at 12:13 pm
Have fun and come back better. I personally think you’re fine the way you are but that’s probably because I don’t know you…lol.
February 1st, 2008 at 12:29 pm
There’s nothing like singing Celine to make you feel better. Hang in there.
February 1st, 2008 at 12:40 pm
Take all the time you need. Crashing and burning is really normal. Four years out and it still happens. HUG.
P.S.
You could always take photos posing wearing “The Heart of the Ocean” with your Widebeest legs and post them to cheer yourself up. Well, it would cheer ME up.
(I’m sure it would also cheer up Bob. We can’t forget about him. He loves it when you post photos of your boobies.)
HEE
February 1st, 2008 at 12:49 pm
Yes honey take it from this homeschooler you need a break…wildebeast, shoot than I must be Bigfoot.
Earth mama me quit shaving her legs in protest and continue to protest, but me thinks as I have to go see the doctor, and it is a new one, that maybe I will have to ya’ know shave before Wednesday. Hard to hide the legs when they make you model those oh so fashionable paper gowns.
Darling I think you would love my post from Wednesday, I rewrote a Paul Sino classic….it is now Fifty Ways to Annoy Your Mother.
February 1st, 2008 at 12:52 pm
oh babe. i so know. i do. goddamnit that we don’t live closer.
February 1st, 2008 at 12:52 pm
Rocking back and forth in a corner and speaking British. Are you trying to channel Britney Spears?
February 1st, 2008 at 1:16 pm
Hope you find the funny and a little peace too.
Be well.
February 1st, 2008 at 2:07 pm
Easy on the Dion songs. I can’t imagine that would get you much action.
February 1st, 2008 at 2:27 pm
If Boo doesn’t bring the razors, you can always give the kids a new craft project: braiding the hairs on your legs. I know the waxing people love me come summer. And I just hate to spoil their fun.
A little endorphin time sounds like just the ticket to find your funny.
February 1st, 2008 at 2:27 pm
You know we’d still be here, even if it took you weeks or months to come back. You’re just that adored.
I’m sorry your sadness about Bug has taken a tighter hold on you lately.
Sending you lots of wobbly jellyhugs
February 1st, 2008 at 4:08 pm
I like your blog!! Kudos on a job well done!
February 1st, 2008 at 4:27 pm
I definitely recommend a little decompression of the coital sort. Highly, highly recommend it. I think they call it f@*#ing your brains out for a reason. I find my head is delightfully empty afterwards.
I hope you find your funny and a bit of peace, too.
February 1st, 2008 at 4:57 pm
Go get yourself of bottle of wine
February 1st, 2008 at 5:17 pm
Shoot, when my hubby has been away all week he doesn’t give a rats ass about the hair on my legs. It’s winter. Why shave? Just sayin’
*psssst* I secretly LIKE Celine. Does that make me uncool now?
February 1st, 2008 at 7:22 pm
Go spend some time finding your funny. Even though I dont think it is lost.
February 1st, 2008 at 8:44 pm
Go get yourself all better. And shorn, maybe. We’ll be waiting when you’re ready to be funny again. Peace, my friend.
February 1st, 2008 at 9:36 pm
Take care hun. Great big hugs.
February 1st, 2008 at 9:39 pm
Take care of you. I was very touched to read about your Bug. I can’t imagine how you feel right now. I wish you the best.
February 2nd, 2008 at 5:20 am
When you get those razors, please shave your legs and not your head.
February 2nd, 2008 at 5:27 am
If this is you having lost your funny, I don’t want to know what 100% funny feels like. Have fun on the plains of the Serengeti.
February 2nd, 2008 at 7:44 am
Do I need to tell you that I’m here if you want to talk or vent or call and whisper sweet nothings into my ear?
I didn’t think so.
February 2nd, 2008 at 9:19 am
I have not-so-secretly wanted to go shopping in Walmart wearing a ballgown ever since Kirstie Alley did it for those commercials a few years ago. It’s all I can do not to put on a tiara every time I head out the door!
February 2nd, 2008 at 10:05 am
Dude, you are so much cooler than Celine (I’ve never had the desire to punch you in the teeth…)
Anyhow, I hope you have a good rest. That the stupid weather smartens up so the kids can go back to school and that your mourning heart has a few moments of peace.
February 2nd, 2008 at 3:25 pm
Here’s hoping you get your batteries fully recharged.
February 2nd, 2008 at 4:45 pm
I’m holding that picture..the one with no razors and your unruly hair. I’m thinking, how I’ll miss them in a few weeks when all my hair falls out. One womens dreams another’s nightmare.
And so this is life.
My best,
Dorothy from grammology
remember to call gram
www.grammology.com
February 2nd, 2008 at 9:19 pm
A little leg hair would never deter my husband.
Take care of yourself.
February 2nd, 2008 at 9:20 pm
I meant take care as in, “take care of addressing your emotional needs” btw — not necessarily shaving the legs.
February 3rd, 2008 at 8:09 am
What is this “razor” of which you speak?
Treat yourself well. You need to and you deserve it.
February 3rd, 2008 at 9:52 am
The stir craziness? The cabin fever? They suck. Shopping? I’m always down for spending money we don’t have.
February 3rd, 2008 at 2:36 pm
BIG hugs to you!!
February 3rd, 2008 at 5:33 pm
Celine Dion is the greatest singer IN THE WORLD! I hear. But I prefer you. I’ll be here when you get back.
Big hugs, sweetness.
February 4th, 2008 at 4:02 am
Thinking of you from across the water, hope you feel better soon. Best Wishes.
February 4th, 2008 at 8:17 pm
I haven’t commented before but I had to stop in and tell you how much I enjoy your blog. I read it aloud sometimes to my husband who cracks up and says, “That’s gonna be us when we have kids!” Thanks for making us other redneck chicks proud!