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June 24, 2008

#24 of 30

Filed under: 30/100/30 — Tags: , , — denise @ 9:25 am

I wish I had a cave.

Don’t get me wrong, I love my family… but something in my mind and body is screaming for solitude.

It would be so cool to just poof into some purple smoke and hoover myself into a genie bottle of endless bed and pillows and candles… with books and a huge flatscreen tv to watch The Food Network and reruns of America’s Top Model… and there are no phones. No people.

Not even loving, kind, thoughtful people that ask me if I need anything… or what I would like to do… or if they can make me something eat or drink… not even those people.  Just me and maybe a robot that plays the soundtracks from 80’s movies and serves me take out from Muffaletta and cocktails with dry ice in them.

June 22, 2008

#22 of 30

Filed under: 30/100/30 — Tags: , — denise @ 3:04 pm

The Baby has had a sudden explosion of new behaviors since my mom arrived.  New words, new games and a new willfulness that is both irritating and hysterically funny at the same time.

She had her first “Time Out” today after having a melt-down at the trechery and injustice of NOT BEING ALLOWED TO WALK OUTSIDE INTO THE LAND OF MUSH, DIRT AND BUGS WITH ONLY SOCKS ON!
“We have to put shoes on, first”, I told her.  Screams. Screeeeeeeeeeeeams!!

“Honey. Chill.  Let’s just put shoes on.”  Then she dumped purposefully her snack bowl of crackers.

That was it. I threw a blanket on the floor in her room. Plopped her on it and told her she was in Time Out.

Screeeeeeeeams.  Screeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaams.

Kory comes to find out who is flinging battery acid on the baby.

“She’s in time out”, I tell him.

He is totally on board.  In fact, since we saw Jon & Kate do it with their kids, we’ve been intregued by the process.  I never really did it with The Teen.

She saw Kory and got up and started walking to him and he told her, “No! You sit back down in Time Out.”

AND  SHE (WHILE SOBBING) WALKED BACK OVER THE BLANKET AND SAT DOWN.

We were floored…. my mom, Kory and I all clamped our hands over our mouths to keep from laughing because it was so sweet and funny and kind of heartbreaking and we were oddly proud of our baby… our little girl… walking herself to her own punishment.  An entire 2 minutes on a purple flower blanket on the floor.

#21 of 30

Filed under: 30/100/30 — Tags: , , — denise @ 2:44 pm

The Teen has a job.  An ACTUAL JOB working at an ACTUAL pizza place making ACTUAL minimum wage.

Even though I am furious he isn’t taking summer school (which he needs), I’m really proud of him. I remember my first job and how good it felt to get that first paycheck with my name on it.

He called me after his first shift – a dizzying 3 hours of answering calls and asking people what toppings they would like on their pizzas.  It was nerve-racking, he told me.

“Yeah, ” he said to me as he walked back to his dad’s place (I cannot say “home”. I. can. not.), “I have a Pepsi and a pizza that they let me take home with me…  I’m going to take a shower first, though…  ((( heavy sigh ))) … Man, I can see why you and Kory are so tired at the end of a work day.”

Me?  I was the epitome of Mother Of All Patience and Kindness.  I didn’t snort or laugh.

I just said, “Yeah, babe. Working is hard.”  (it’s possible there was a little eye-rolling happening)

“Yeah.”, he said.

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