Sex Radar

Ahhhh...Valentine's Day. A day of love, a day of romance. I enjoyed a lovely dinner at the local Turkish restaurant this year with my wonderful husband of nearly 17 years. We had a nice dinner and a chance to visit without the interruptions of the children. We exchanged gifts - chocolate, a candle and a lovely card for me; a card and a movie for him.

We came home and let Nana leave so we could continue the evening...if you know what I mean. Then the sweet, blissful sleep that follows.

For two hours. For, you see, my children have SEX RADAR! Yes, you read it correctly. If Wayne and I happen to enjoy each other, at some point within the next two to three hours, one of the kids will wake up. This time, it was Edie. And it wasn't just a wake-up. It was a wake-up with vomiting. Thankfully, it was a one-time occurrence and she returned to sleep afterward. Sweet, blissful sleep wasn't so fast to return to Wayne and me. The post-sex sleep spell had been broken.

There's always tonight...

Pissy

I'm feeling pissy today. And I felt pissy yesterday. And I'll probably feel pissy tomorrow.

I just want people to leave me alone. In fact, I left my house this afternoon for a quiet lunch by myself and was happily standing in line to get my Chinese food fix when MIL called and kept me on the phone for nearly 30 minutes describing the problems she sees in my husband's recent parenting skills. 30 minutes. When we got off the phone I felt like going someplace quiet and dark and crying. Not because Wayne's been outrageously bad. Just because I'm feeling pissy and anti-social. Oh, and she asked me to *not* say anything to Wayne - she wants to talk to him about it. She just wanted to let me know what was on her mind. After I told her I was having a quiet time alone. Thanks.

I'm feeling pissy.

Happy Birthday, Big Boy!

The boy who made me a mommy turned 7 today. I cooked cinnamon rolls (his new favorite) for breakfast today, he played with his sisters for a bit. He chose McDonald's for lunch, so we picked up Pop and headed off to the kids' favorite McD's - the one next to the Zoo with the zoo theme. As McDonald's go, it's one of the nicest I've been in. Then he chose to visit the Museum of Natural History as his birthday outing. We all had a good time, then headed back home.

He was surprised to find a card in the mail with $20 in it. Pop's grandparents sent it to the boy, so we called them. He told Grandma Bertie, "It's like I'm a king! I got to pick everything we did today." What more could a mom ask for? He felt like a king today.

It's hard to believe 7 years have passed since that Christmas when we waited for his arrival. The labor was long and not so easy. In fact, when I was admitted into the hospital to have my second child, I cried because his labor and delivery was so bad (for the record, hers was so much better!). But it was worth it. He's a loving guy, he cares about his sisters and he tries to be a good kid. He's smart as a whip and calls himself a "Brainiac". He's the best boy I could have asked for.

Have a Holly-Jolly Christmas

It's been a while since I posted here - shame on me. I guess life gets in the way of blogging sometimes. And what do I have to say that's so interesting and important? Surely I'm not the only one who feels that way...

Anyway, Christmas will soon be upon us. Only 5 days away now. I've got all of my shopping done, with the exception of one gift card and some tamales for Christmas Eve at my house. We've decided to go with a Mexican-food theme for dinner that night. Should be pretty tasty!

Santa...are my kids the only ones who've got this thing figured out? They know that they can act bad and not obey, but still get presents. And I don't have the heart to not give them gifts. I guess after Christmas, they will have to learn to try a little harder to get the things they want.

Of course, the fact that my son's birthday is the 28th doesn't help any, either. He'll be 7. I can't believe it. Seven years ago, I was newly unemployed and anxiously awaiting his arrival. After all those years of saying how horrible it would be to have a Christmas birthday (like my sister, whose birthday is today!), we ended up with a Christmas-birthday son. Guess we weren't thinking about that back in March of 1999...

I have to admit, I'm updating my blog because I found a link to myself on someone else's blog. Who knew? I knew that I was linked on a friend's blog, but this person is a stranger to me. So I guess I better get back on the blogging stick and find something interesting to share more often.

All By Myself...

Twenty-four hours alone. One whole day. How would I wile away the hours?

Twenty-four hours alone would include:

-At least 1 hot bath
-A manicure and possibly a pedicure
-Sleeping in a big, fluffy bed
-Sleeping LATE in the afore-mentioned bed
-Napping in the bed
-Reading in the bed
-Three great meals, not interrupted by anyone asking for more milk or bitching about what is on their plates
-Maybe taking in a movie or two

I think the best thing about having 24 hours alone would be the ability to do whatever I want, regardless of whether anyone else wanted to. Coming and going as I wished. Doing things I took for granted before I got married or had kids...

A No-Good, Very Bad Week

Labor Day - this week was supposed to be a great one. Labor Day marks the end of summer. The day after Labor Day is my youngest's first day of Mother's Day Out for the fall. Twice a week, I'm footloose and kid-free.

Or so I was supposed to be.

Instead, I was awakened at 4:30 to the sounds of Toot-a-loo being sick to her stomach. The sickness carried on until late that evening. So much for Mother's Day Out.

Then, yesterday, my dad was in a motorcycle accident. On the motorcycle my husband gave to him. He was flown to the hospital - they were afraid of a head injury. Not a good way to start the day. Thankfully, he'll be fine. A few stitches here, a few staples there, and he's back home.

I thought I was in the clear until I picked up the big kids from school. Joseycat had gotten sick 30 minutes before I arrived, and continued to throw up through the evening.

The final straw was when Mr. Wyatt threw up around 8:30.

Oh, and dear hubby is off on a motorcycle ride through the northeast. God, I love being a mom.

I Love You

Three little words. We've said them to each other more times than I can imagine over the last 19 years. Many times as we're getting off the phone, walking out the door, falling asleep.

For some reason, though, when he said it that morning...the first three words out of his mouth that day...it stuck with me. Do you speak your heart when you're still in that semi-dreamlike state as you're waking up? I choose to believe so.

And those three little words that morning meant more to me than hearing them so many times over the last 19 years. He really does love me. And I love him.