Welcome to today. It’s June 30 2008, the day that my first baby turns 18. Not sure just how it happened, I think I must’ve blinked or something. I’ve been trying to pace my bawling fits in an attempt to elude a complete breakdown. Thankfully he’s not moving out just yet, so that does help a bit. I find it amazing how one can feel the tug of “Empty Nest syndrome” when your house is still filled with the sound of teens running up and down the stairs and toddlers playing. None the less, my little man is a legal man today and all I want to do is hold him and not let him go. His father called last night and he too is having a hard time with it. At least I know that I’m not alone and completely crazy. Ok, we’ll just leave it at “not alone”.
I’m now officially too weepy eyed to type, so I’m going to play with the babies and crawl back into a comfortable state of denial.
Monday, June 30, 2008
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Ya know those sanity keepers I spoke of in my earlier post? Well, one of them is making Food pictures. I haven't really been able to make time for actual sketching, so I've been taking my art urges out on the kid's plates. The kids think it's fun and amazingly, they will actually eat 'funky' food if it's in a cool shape (gotta love toddler logic). Today we have a tortilla, turkey, and carrot boat, watermelon fishy-fish, and mozzarella rocks.
Here's one I did a few days ago. I promise it wasn't actually all green, I took the pic with my cell phone that I don't really know how to operate, lol. Anyhoo, it's chicken salad Butterfly sandwhiches (with wheat germ hidden inside, shhhhhh, it's fiberlicious!), chicken, cheese and grape flowers, and apple circle sammiches with grape halves.
Friday, June 27, 2008
I’m a stay at home mom, a job description that often meets the upturned nose or the “aren’t you precious” smirk. In my life I have worn the shoes of stay home mom, work at home mom, full and part time working mom, married mom and single mom. Each path has its own challenges and rewards. As a stay home mom, you are always at work. There are no sick days, vacation days, or even lunch breaks. Imagine, if you will, living with every person at your office. When the day has been long, you aren’t able to look at the clock and say, "Only one more hour until I can go home”, because YOU’RE ALREADY THERE! The work has infiltrated the sanctity of your home. Therefore it becomes quite the challenge to maintain a certain amount of lucidity while singing Itsy Bitsy Spider for the 1,763rd time and some of the things I do to keep my sanity may in fact, to outsiders, seem like reason enough to have me committed to the nearest mental asylum. Which is why I am merely An Apron Away From a Straitjacket.