Nic - I'm not being flip; could you do them all? Could you do three. I would try to do as many as I could, even if it meant I was slammed for a few months. I think all sound so interesting, and because you dont know where any of them might lead, even if its "just" the benefit of networking for friendship and community, I would put my feet into as many pools as I could manage. Really, can you make a list of interest and do as many of the top ines as possible? It doesnt sound like any one of them is full-time. Am I crazy? Maybe. Shake things up girl!
Jo - my mom is relatively fine. Her cancer has not spread, at least as far as she understood the prognosis, which is something I always have to consider, b/c her take on reality is more often different then everyone elses. It is in her intestines. She will have surgery and radiation, and then we'll see I guess.
Lisa - seriously.
indeed. Is there a longer term effort to work on communication? It seems like you chalk it up to depression (has he been diagnosed) and then he gets a pass to treat you like crap and model horrible behavior for your stressed kids. Maybe something in the direction of Nic's footprints? Sigh. Im so sorry you have to shoulder so much all the timePlady - yeah. what would that letter say!?
How is C doing these days, and how do you think the mood stuff relates to the hormone stuff? That was a not insignificant coincidence, no?Melw - that school thing sounds interesting, but more for you to take on. I would hope that you have plenty of support lined up so that you are not just getting piled on ;hug
NRR: That's all I have time for, for now. Oh, Nationals, IF DD1 gets invited from Divisionals, are in C. Springs. Good for me b/c I can drive. Early March, dont know if or how I could swing a meet-up...
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Oy, bad mommy. In the end I just said, you know we do all that we can to keep ourselves healthy, make sure we get regular checkups and eat healthy foods, and we have to remember that G-d is in charge of the world and we don't control that, and just do the best we can.
the poem idea. And it reminded me of something I wanted to share with you b/c every time I see it on my fridge I think of you: DS (1st gr) was studying density. He drew a picture of the experiment he did and wrote "i put the puff balls in the sand and the steel balls on top But wen i tipt it Back and forth it turned to the opasit" 
For SIL. What a hard way to begin to look forward. ANd fingersx for your mom's diagnosis being what she thinks it is.
for you. Re: the 'real letter' in your case for instance, instead of something like, "We celebrated R's birthday this year with a nice cake and blah blah blah" it would be "We tried to celebrate R's birthday but DH threw a tantrum and made wild accusations at me which caused the birthday girl to dissolve into tears and make me wonder how much longer I can continue acting like this is acceptable behavior from an adult before I go ballistic myself.." The past few days my cynical side has been at the helm. I know there have been lots of nice times this year and I'm pretty good at editing for positivity but if I didn't this year has been mostly difficult emotionally for everyone except Ali G.
It's graduation day! 

I'd thought I'd head out with the stroller this morning, but it's only 36* and breezy at almost 1 pm, so no go. This is why I have a treadmill, right? I'm guessing this means I'll need yaktrax tomorrow too. R's going to a friend's birthday party at a karate place that looks to be mere blocks from the Clear Creek trail. I was thinking I might try to squeeze in a run along that trail while she's there--but what I've been envisioning is this summer's dry trail and not a snowpacked and icy one. Westminster plows its trails so things probably aren't too bad in my neighborhood, but I have no idea what they do in the Wheat Ridge area.

40 is around just one more bend, and I just got this awesome haircut that totally shows off my gray (and no, I am not coloring it!) and how-bout-that there's a lot of it! I want to match my awesome hair with strong arms and legs and abs, and get on top of the hormone-carrying flubber. I know just how to do this, and must simply pull myself from the deathgrip of inertia. A Dingo can do this.

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