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1 Apr

Sirskatesalot hit snooze or off on the alarm today.  Our day started with running, screaming and general chaos.  Princelightningbolt had a whopping five minutes to get dressed and out the door..he had forms that had to be signed and gear to be packed, so you can imagine how much adrenaline was surging through our household at 635 a.m.  Starting the day like the start of a race is a hideous way to begin a new day.  In fact, I think it takes a whole day to recover.  I feel like today was in overdrive all day long.

My new clogs kept me going, though.  Did I tell you about my clogs?  When I pleaded with my podiatrist for another type of shoes I can wear besides  These are the most fashionable, sexy clogs you can imagine.  And at $130/pair, they better be.  Ha!  They are hideous and go with absolutely nothing in my closet.  But,  I can wear them without my orthotics and they are not athletic shoes, which is a HUGE improvement from the past few weeks post-das boot.

My daughter is calling me “Clogging Molly” after Sirskatesalot’s friend’s band Flogging Molly.  I find this annoying, but she is quite witty.  She said if she had a blog about me, she’d call it “Clogging Molly.”  Sigh.


7 Mar

One of my dearest friends, Msthrowspotsalot, has been dealing with sick kids for weeks now.  All of us mamas can sigh with true empathy.  A sick kid at any age creates chaos and worry even in the most stalwart of households.  Poor Msthrowspotsalot tended to a teen with the flu for the week of finals (great for freshman grades), then a week of a healthy household, then same teen had the flu last week with a fever and Tamaflu when Msthrowspotsalot was supposed to be in the Mexican Riviera with MrCalgary.  MrCalgary went, Msthrowspotsalot was stuck in her house tending to her sickie instead of lying on the beach in the tropics.  We have all been there, housebound, worried, trying to keep our patience and empathy even when our sick child is whiny and miserable…add to that the fact that her husband was relaxing without her…ugh.

Earlier this week, Msthrowspotsalot texted me her freshman was finally going back to school.  Horray!  But, the time for celebration came to a screeching hault after school yesterday when she texted me her son now had the stomach flu.  Holy cow.   We all agree a barfing child ranks up there with having your toenails pulled out or having an piece of food caught in your gum.  I am particularly barfaphobic.  So, my first question to a friend whose child is puking is:  “Did he make it to the toilet?”  This simple act transforms the stomach flu into a more manageable ordeal for the mother and the child.  Not performing this act requires great feats and concentration.  “How the heck am I going to get this pile of puke off the comforter?”  or “How do you pull a t-shirt covered in barf over a child’s head?”  These are questions that should be answered in parenting books.  Prepare us for the nitty gritty.  That time-out nonsense was not helpful anyway. Give us the hardcore, meaty stuff we can actually use.

Msthrowspotsalot responded, “No, of course not.”  Ewww.  She had already thrown away a rug and some towels.  This is a big child we are talking about which means big barf.  And, don’t you think after about age seven or eight they can make it to the toilet already?  Geez.  Last year on my birthday, Princelightningbolt was sick in his room.  In my sweet, motherly way, I was yelling at him to get up and get to the bathroom.  Literally hollering.  So sympathetic.  Once in the bathroom, he stood above the toilet.  You understand splatter, right?  Standing over the toilet is not helpful when you are over six feet tall.  So, I dug deep for my maternal sweetness and shouted, “On your knees.  On your knees, right now!”  Mother turned drill sargeant.

In an attempt to commiserate with Msthrowspotsalot, I told her this story and she said her son had been doing the same standing over the toilet action.  Duh!  She started  screaming my same command.  I feel so vindicated now. Maybe our boys can split the cost and share the same therapist when they are grown.


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