What happened to two shiny quarters?

Boy 2 proudly showed me the empty hole in his toothscape yesterday when I picked him up from his dad.  I’m fairly certain that his dad yanks teeth on purpose right before I get the boys so that I will have to be the tooth fairy.  Happens every time.  But I digress….

Boy 2 then proclaims, “This tooth is nearly perfect, I’m hoping to get EIGHT dollars from the tooth fairy!”

EIGHT? Dollars?  Yeah, maybe as a down payment towards his upcoming orthodontist bills!


I’m a…..mother of the halfs?

First of all, congratulations to the ex and his wife on the birth of their new baby.  No, really.  I mean it.

When I picked up the boys today, they came screaming out the door to tell me the news.  And then promptly got in a fight, because apparently Boy 2 had won Rock, Paper, Scissors and therefore the privilege of telling me.  And then Boy 1 just talked faster. And for the moment, that was a bigger deal than the new brother.

Anywhoo… I knew this moment was coming.  My children getting a new sibling.  I thought maybe I would need a bottle of wine, some contemplation or, I don’t know, something.  But the reaction I had was more like if my mother had told me some second cousin from Nebraska whom I had only met once as a child had given birth.  So, it was more like, “huh”  and then, as an afterthought, what did the kid weigh?

I know, I know.  This is an important event in my boys’ lives.  I’m sure stuff will change for them. At their other house.  I do care about that and I’m glad that they are excited and welcoming of their new brother (even if he is named after a rock, heh).  I just can’t seem to get that emotional about it otherwise.

I think I’ll still have that glass of wine though.

Oh, for Pete’s sake!

It is so like me to start a blog right at the busiest time of the year.  Summer time in this part of the country is a collective shift of the community from hibernation to complete manic activity.  The short summer season here makes me feel like I have to do X,Y, and Z like RIGHT now or the warm months will have been wasted.  I am, in fact, looking out the window on a garden plot that needs some serious attention.  While gardening is not really my gig, with food prices the way they are, planting swiss chard and broccoli seems like a good way to save a few bucks.

Then there is the second job.  I live in a major tourist area and decided that taking a part-time evening job serving tables on the weeks when I don’t have the kids would be a good idea.  Money-wise, it’s awesome but it means that when I do work in the evenings, I am working from 9 am until midnight or later.  The interesting thing is that I used to look forward to my non-custody weeks (for the peace and quiet because I’m just an evil mom like that), but now the custody weeks seem easier!

Even though…. Boy 1 is firmly entrenched in teenagehood.  My god.  The attitude!  I feel so bad for the teenage angst he is experiencing, but at the same time, I want to kick his butt into next week (or the year 2015).  And he won’t even be 13 until June.  The anger issues, which I’m assured are normal for this stage, nonetheless smack of his father’s pent up anger and control issues and that worries me.

Speaking of which… I took both boys on a little road trip to a State Rec area about 40 miles out of town the other weekend.  It also happens to be about 20 miles past the area my ex and his wife live.  As we’re cruising down the road, Boy 2 pipes up, all worried-like,  from the back seat and says, “We can’t go on this road!  Dad says he needs his space!”.  Excuse the hell out of me??? What is wrong with that man!


What? No Mother’s Day Breakfast in Bed?

That’s right.  My boys did not wake up early to make me breakfast in bed.  Or coffee.  The little guys did not get out of bed until 10:00.  Lazy critters.

And guess what?  It was great!

No loud yelling and fights.  No loud Guitar Hero marathons.  No screams from Boy 2 as Boy 1 intentionally pushes his buttons.  The silence was bliss.  And the coffee I made was perfect.

And then it didn’t hurt that they were so chagrined for sleeping in, that they jumped to do whatever I said the rest of the day.  Loved it!  Hope all the other mums out there had a great Mother’s Day as well.

Okay, I’m behind the times a bit.

I finally watched “Juno” last night.  It’s not that I haven’t wanted to see it but a) I hate the local mongo-cineplex, b) canceled my Netflix since I was paying $17 a month to have the same copy of the Bionicle Movie for weeks and c) have a passive-aggressive and financially detrimental relationship with the local video store (they rent me the movie and then I accidentally keep it for too long before returning it.  Usually unwatched).

Jason, don\'t hate me, you\'re just the example here!

Beyond the whole teenage mother thing… yes!  I identify! … what got me was Jason Bateman’s portrayal of Mark, the somewhat unwilling husband of the adoptive mother.

I have dated this guy in several incarnations.  You know, the guy who is pushing middle age but still thinks he is cool enough to hang with the young and hip.  And I’m not saying that we non-teenagers can’t be hip but, well, you know.

This is the guy who is pushing 40 and still wants to be a rock star.  Who is still skateboarding at the local skate park even though all the real punk kids are like, “who the hell is that old fogey?”.  Who still sports an anarchy symbol bumper sticker on his ski rack.  Who still shows up at the underground dances/raves (I remember those people and I thought they were GROSS!).

This is the guy who doesn’t know what he wants and still needs to find himself and that is his best break-up line.

It’s the version of “it’s not you, it’s me” that really reads like this: I have super-fun playing in your bed, but this whole real-life thing you have going on?  Not so into that!

Be Choosy!

As much as I get a kick out of some of the catalogs that show up in my mailbox, they usually just get tossed. And in a state where paper recycling is non-existent, this is a problem. I can’t burn them in my woodstove because of all those glossy, shiny pages. I have more than enough stuff, so don’t need to be reminded of the stuff that I could have (but don’t really need). This site offers a solution, although it does take a bit of work. Each catalog you want to opt out of needs to be individually identified. That being said, it’s quick and painless!

Opt out, my friends!

What did you do for Earth Day?

I had the day off from work, and thought I would do something nice for Mother Earth.   I’m sacrificing by not  using my car as much this summer, and will instead be driving this newly-purchased hunk of metal around.Oh Yeah!

Really.  It’s for the environment.