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I need drugs. Serious drugs. Okay...I'll settle for a vacation. Or even a day. I need a day. ONE DAY! On the way to my son's preschool "FALL FESTIVAL" I followed a car with a bumper sticker that read " Every Mother is a working Mother" AMEN SISTER!! This is by far the hardest, most exhausting and underpaid job I've ever had. Youngest is draining the life out of me. My hair is growing grayer by the minute (okay, it may have something to do with the fact that I'm overdue for a coloring by a couple of wks) but still..GRAYING! The pooping; or lack there of, is just an issue that will not go away. It wont go away of course because I refuse to let it go; as does my equal, as stubborn as his mother, 4 year old son. FOUR! STILL NOT POOPING ON THE POTTY!! For the love of..... And fresh! Did I mention how fresh he has become? At four?! Terrible two's were nothing. Three's..I could deal but this attitude...SERENITY NOW. I tell him to...

I've said it before and I'll say it again..my best childhood memories (and many of my grown up memories) are from a place I spent 13 summers. An overnight camp, Camp Tel Noar, where I learned what a "townie" was, participated in events called "Apachee relays" and where I made friendships...friends that lasted well beyond our years at Tel Noar. If you ask an alum of his/her favorite memory he may have to stop and think a while..not because we cannot come up with one but because we come up with so many. When I first attended camp in 1977, I arrived a day late because I was home sick with strep throat. I was 9 yrs old and although excited to go away to camp, arriving a day after everyone else was a bit nerve wracking. I was greeted by George Marcus, Director of camp at the time. His white hair and gold bracelet were two things I remember most about him. And his warmth. His incredible warmth of making every camper feel that they were important. Because to Geor...

Sometimes I let my son have an extra sweet for dessert. I let my 4 yr old have orange soda or rootbeer when out to lunch. On a rare treat..ice tea (Are you more in shock that i allow my son to have ice tea or the fact that he actually likes ice tea?) When my child calls me at night into his room even after I tell him not to, I still go. Then he tells me "he wants a hug". I hug him. I sometimes yell at my children so loud that I'm always amazed the Department of Social Services hasn't knocked down my door on occasion. I pick my battles. Often. I let my kids watch TV. I, sometimes, spend too much money on cute clothes. My 4 year old still refuses to poop in a potty. I'm sure this is my fault due to not pushing the issue sooner. I blame all of you.. all who told me not to push him (and my pediatrician. I blame him too) So as a Mother, I do things I shouldn't as you can see. I give my children the occasional caffeine buzz. I often give in to their deman...

Why do bad things happen to good people and the ones that do wrong are out there without any battle wounds? I'm just saying... I dont get the people who enjoy exercising. I envy you ...I just dont understand you. Bite size Halloween Hershey Bars are sinful. I need to remember the word "bite size" doesn't mean "fat free" Food allergies are a pain around Halloween time. I have to find lists of candy that my son can eat. Nothing says happiness like a Jimmy Buffett concert. Honestly, everyone must attend one once. Are we the only family who doesn't own a Wii? October snow squalls 3 days ago, tomorrow will be 70. Gotta love New England I want a dog. Kind of. I admit I always am thinking 5 steps ahead. I wish I could turn my brain off sometimes and live in the moment.

On day 3 of "resting" and honestly, it's a bit over rated. As I said last time I was recuperating, 2 days is nice..really nice. Nothing wrong with a few cat naps and catching up on law and order marathons but day 3 and I'm getting antsy. The thing is..Im not ready to be up and about so my body basically tells me I have no choice. Rest it is. Surgery went fine. You know, the usual of get there at 6AM, dont be late, and then let me have you sit for 45 minutes until I call you to get you in to a Johnnie. Oh and sorry, there are no beds right now to put you in so lets get a few people off to surgery while you wait in the waiting room in your over sized Johnnie bottoms, top and robe (and dont forget the booties!) A bed opens and then 3 different people come to check on me and ask me the same questions as the previous person. No, I haven't eaten since midnight, I haven't taken any motrin products for the past 2 weeks and yes, I feel safe in my house. (Seriously, t...

New boob is getting a nipple on Friday. Craziness right? I have no nipple right now. (Did I just lose any male readers that I had with TMI)(Too much information. Do I really need to decipher acronyms for people these days in the world full of texting and tweets?) Anyways, no nipple. I'm not really sure how they create one although I did read something about tattooing. Jews supposedly aren't supposed to be buried in a Jewish cemetery with tattoos. I wonder if this counts? Cancer and all I would think would be grandfathered in somehow. So, Friday, I get a new nipple. And a breast lift. Big day for the girls. I wasn't nervous or anxious or anything...until yesterday. Then it hit me. I had Cancer. Breast Cancer. It's sometimes a dream to me; a bad dream but a dream. I honestly have put it in the back of my mind and have moved on. No joke. I really have. I'm an open book and certainly willing to talk about it to anyone and everyone. Sometimes I like to use it to ...

It wasn't just 48 hours ago that I was hanging at a place called "The Skellar" and now it's Sunday night. I'm awaiting Desperate Housewives to come on, I can hear the tumble of the washing machine as I sit in my glasses straining to read the words that I type. My boys are sound asleep and at 8:15PM, I'm ready to join them...all of this reminding me that I'm actually 41..not the 21 year old I played this past weekend. That being said, I am also reminded of the fact that in 5 days I go back under the knife to get HB (healthy boob. come on people, follow along!) fixed. By fixed I mean "lifted". By lifted I mean creating my sagging boob that screams "you gained 50lbs with each of your pregnancies" and are no longer looking perky so we need to LIFT you to match your NB. I'm not nervous and am actually looking forward to putting this chapter of my life behind me... packing it away with 2009. Not my best year. But I am reminded that...

As previously noted, dear husband turns 40 this December and it was to be celebrated early in style. Thanks to a devoted wife (that would be me), I finagled asking all of his college buds to join us at PSU for a wkend of Football and walks down memory lane. Husband and friends were beyond excited for this trip. It was a chance to return to their campus where they spent 4 (or in some cases 5) years as a student. A place that they still think fondly of...very fondly of. These alum's (and I dont speak only about my husband's friends) all alums of Penn State seem to have this ....cult like thing...this gleam that they get when talking about their Alma Mater. A place where, 20 yrs later, they still can remember every bar they went to, every fraternity event, and of course, they all follow their beloved JO-PA each and every Saturday during Football Season. I went to a small college in Western Mass. We were lucky to get 250 to attend a football game. Tailgating was relatively tame...

1) It's okay to ask for help 2) It's BS that G-d doesnt give you more than you can handle 3)My boys can show amazing compassion (when they want) 4)A good chick flick now and then is good for the soul 5)I can never watch too many Law and Order repeats 6) Although I know I'm a glass half empty person, I really can rise to the occasion and be strong when needed 7) I really want an Iphone 8)I have amazing friends 9)Ativan can be a girls best friend 10)Too much sun can give you a heat rash 11)Ice cream makes things okay for a little while 12)It really is only a boob

I admit I cry easily. Im sentimental and emotional and it doesn't take much for me to shed a few tears. So it was no surprise that I did just that this morning while reading an article in the magazine portion of the Boston Globe. Now, for some reason, I used to be able to insert a link into my blog and you could view just what I was talking about. For some reason, I cannot figure it out anymore so here's the summary.. The article was written by a breast cancer doc who says she has single friends who are placing personal ads and looking for the wrong thing..a guy who kayaks or likes french food. She says they should be looking for something different..someone who will hold your purse. She continues to write how over her yrs she sees women going in for radiation, chemo, surgery, etc and they turn to their husband when their name is called, and hands over her purse. The husband, not knowing how else to help his wife, dutifully holds the purse and waits. Although I never hande...

The boys are asking me daily now how long until they go to M and Papa's (that would be my inlaws house) Now I find myself counting along with them! Although I made fun of myself that I'm counting days until my getaway to my husband's alma mater, the truth be told is I cannot wait myself to go! 48 hrs of nothing to think about but when to eat, where to drink and hanging out with some great people. I get to eat dinner in peace, no cutting of food or breaking up arguments and get to watch my husband enjoy himself as he tours me around Penn State and introduces me to things like "Peachy Paterno" Ice Cream. I'm excited for him that he gets to go back and spend a wkend with his dear college friends and I'm excited for me that I get to join him. Six more days. It's not the tropics but I'll take it!

My child is academically "up to par"! I'm beyond proud. Oldest struggles with many developmental delays as you all know. He is repeating Kindergarten (as this was always in my plan.) He needs work on social skills amongst other things so it was really a no brainer for me to do this. I just met briefly with his teachers this AM who told me that he is not only doing great but "academically up to par"! Say it with me....WOOHOO. I'm so proud of him. I always knew he was a bright kid but due to his inability to express it for so long, he was delayed in that area. I know, it's only October but it feels so great to know he is not drowning in there. My four year old...lets just say I lost the control in the house. Or did I ever really have it? The kid still refuses to poop (i know, I need to stop talking about bowel movements so much but it is a natural conversation amongst mothers of toddlers and preschoolers) He is so fresh to the point of funny...someti...