Now I’ve Forgotten What I Wanted to Blog About.

Over an hour ago, I sat down with my laptop, planning to write out a post.

Because of reasons [two of them, but they’re cute so they get a pass], I have forgotten what I wanted to blog about.

It might have been about how it’s unfair that the boys in my house were all sick for a day, and I’m just now getting over the overwhelming ick I woke up with last Tuesday.

It was probably about how we had an iPad in the house for a week, but I took it back because the children fought over it endlessly. When Butter threw himself to the sofa in anguish because he was told he couldn’t play with the iPad, Mama had had enough. It went back to the store the next day, and you better believe I told the people at the Apple Store exactly why I brought it back. They looked at me like I had four heads [after agreeing it was a lesson that at least the four year old would remember], but you know what? I don’t care. Let me be the Mean Mommy who takes expensive toys away because the kids don’t know how to appreciate what they have.

We’re going to ignore the whole it-was-mine-and-I-didn’t-really-like-it thing. Okay? Okay.

There is nothing like traveling nearly 2800 miles to visit someone who spends the entire time you’re there with their nose in their phone. I will be damned if my kids are going to be like that.  M & I have this discussion regularly. We discuss how often the kids get to play with our phones. While they each have a folder full of apps we’ve approved, that doesn’t mean they always stick with them. We both make efforts to have our phones put away or turned off when we’re out to dinner or even just eating dinner at home. I’m worse about it than M is, and I freely admit that.

I just don’t want to raise a couple of kids who don’t know how to carry on a conversation with their friends or family, except through text messages. I have three very good friends with whom I communicate via text nearly every day, because none of us are really “phone” people. But we still know how to have conversations with each other when we’re together in person, without bringing our phones into the mix. Most of the conversations I have with my husband when we’re in two separate locations take place via text. I have been known to text him from upstairs in our house because I don’t want to shout/wake a sleeping child/I’m lazy. But we are still able to have conversations with each other, without technology  being involved. That’s all I want for my kids. If that makes me a mean/crazy parent, who cares? They’ll be fine.

The Craziest Book I’ve Read

I’m reading this book now, and it’s seriously bugging me.


The problem is, I very rarely put down a book and say, “Nope! Not for me.”

I’m just nit picking this book, I think. I hope it turns out better than I think it will, but the fact that I’m falling asleep every night while reading it doesn’t exactly help it’s cause.

It feels predictable. It feels over done. And it’s kind of poorly edited. When I saw “here” where “hear” should have been? I got really, really crazy. And I get really ragey when your and you’re are mixed up.

Have you ever forced yourself to finish a book even though you weren’t enjoying it as much as you thought you would?



I had two cavities filled today.

I’m in pain. Obviously.

I’m pretty sure these were old cavities that were poorly filled before, but still. My mouth has an ouch. The strange thing is, these two teeth did not bother me at all. Usually, you get a pain when you have a cavity, right? I haven’t had any pain related to my teeth in forever. Except maybe that one morning I woke up and had been clenching my jaw so hard over night I thought a broke a tooth. That was good times.

Tomorrow, Butter has an appointment to have his cracked tooth removed. I’m not really looking forward to that, but I think I’ll survive. M is making every effort to be there, so I’ll at least have him if I need to freak out in the general direction of someone for a few minutes.

The most interesting part of today was getting in my car after the appointment. I reached up to scratch my eyebrow and pulled a little sliver of tooth away. Good times.

Please think good thoughts for Butter tomorrow. And maybe his Mama, too.