just a mommy moment

in the craziness of being a mom, sometimes i just need to stop and appreciate the small moments of fun and sweetness.  like today.  between dishes, laundry, shuttling one kid to a friend's house and leaving the door open for the other kid and his neighbor friends to come and go, baking stuff, etc, etc, i never had time for a shower. or even to get out of my pajamas.  no big deal.  it happens all the time.  so when i finally go and try to sneak in a shower at  4 pm while the little boys are out playing in the backyard, i am not quite quick enough, for as feared, i get this little knock-knock on the bathroom door:  "mommy, can we have a snack? can we have some drinks?"  Soooooooo i have to quick throw something on and race downstairs before the little guys make a huge mess of the kitchen.  

this is "something":

just makes me laugh, how i can go downstairs like this, and with these guys still so young, they don't give me a second look as i hand out the juice pouches and cookies.  in a few short years, when they've become budding young men, i don't think i could do this.

sigh. gotta appreciate kids while they're young.

just a speck along the mommy memory lane.

Shrinky dinks

   

Not sure why psychiatrists, psychotherapists and their kin got the nickname "shrinks". I suppose it's assumed that it's a mind-shrinking process that the patient, or client, as I prefer to say, undergoes during treatment. I disagree. I feel it's just the opposite of being shrunk, it's becoming decompressed. Like an inflatable life raft that automatically inflates on its own upon impact. That's me.  Shrunk for years in the first aid department of a jet plane fueled by dysfunctional gases, only to crash into a fighter plane that knocks me out, plummenting from 10,000 feet in the sky, crashing into the sea and nearly exploding upon its sudden impact and the sudden mass decompression that takes place upon tasting the fresh big air and ocean.  (ok that was a weird analogy, but whatever..)

And this is just a shot of the bookshelf in my therapist's waiting room, showcased with this hot cup of earl gray tea, which i prepared for myself, in the usual fashion before my session. 

I post this on "everyday" because..it's not going any deeper.  not today. Got too much to think about. big decisions.  confusing events.  loose ends.  

Went into this session thinking i had my game plan all set out, but then she has to go and dig things up i didn't want to talk about.  icky things. painful things. embarrassing things. not that these things will change the outcome, but may re-direct things, but hopefully in a good way.  so that there's healing along the way.  

no, i'm not shrunk. again, just the opposite. plans stretched, mind wobbling like it just got out of a medievial torture brain-stretching machine.  

and the best remedy for a wobbly brain?

hand over the red and green box.

thanks for the casual chat. see ya.

Man bun

Whilst killing time before my Body Combat class...I ventured into trader joes for some raw almonds and lo and behold what didst I see-eth but this beautiful artifact of our times, the highly heralded Man Bun!!! THIS, my friend, is what I shall show my kids one day when they once again try to taunt me with the ridiculous fads of my beloved 80s era!! Ha! Now how did he do this? Hmm, if I could only grow a beard as well.......

Let's take a closer look...

  

               


                     aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand you're welcome.

typical request

Today i learned how to screenshot a text.  I tried it out on the usual message I got from my daughter back home, while I was leaving the gym...as usual, she's begging for me to bring her a treat from Starbucks:

So natch, being the good sweet mommy that I am, I obliged.

Happy Thursday, y'all!

creature comforts

When all else fails...and nothing in life is going right...
there are a few small things that still satisfy the soul..


                                             like, sugary, buttery circus animal cookies
                                       and a bottle of el cheapo, two-buck-chuck cabernet.

..had some fun with this..

.........................and a few more oddities that i found pleasure in capturing this november.........

                                    like, 2 warm cuddly sleepy cats, curled up on my guitar case...          
                         

                                  ..........warm bootie slippers in a department store.....
                                        

...and the blurred sight of colorful leaves on a rainy sidewalk.

                       

when the big things in life have all turned upside down and they no longer give you pleasure,

you take note of the small things.  and give thanks.

thank you, Lord, and good night.

goofy selfie depository

so this is the kind of grotesqueness you'd see if i ever dared to snapchat:

                                    first of all, let me tell ya, coughing photos are the worst.  ever wonder what you really look like when you're having a coughing fit?   OMG, it's just awful!!!!! a video would be one thing, but a still shot?  oh my.  the horrid loss of control of all facial muscles, the look of pain... 

                                                       and to prove my point:

                                               ok this next one reminds me of an inside joke, had to be there, that goes like this:  (spoken in a deep voice, your voice booming inside your cupped hand which is placed over the hearer's ear, and you must make icky chewing sounds while you make it to make the person insane:)  "once there was a dog...who had a bone....and he began to KNAWWWW...and he KNAAAWWWWed, and he KNAAAAAWWWWed, and he KNAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWed.   (ok, like i said, you had to be there)
                                                       

and this next one, i have no caption for this.

           so there goes my chance of ever being taken seriously as an adult, forevermore.  oh well.

                  but there's hope!!  yes, i shall now try to redeem myself, to restore faith that i am not as far-gone into the loony tank as i may seem at times, here are a couple normal-ish selfies.

and that is all.  

(my poor kids have the weirdest mom EV-ER, seriously...)

Kitty beats

Malcolm had always dreamed of being a drummer one day..