it was really just another day

I’m 37 now. Turned 37 on July 18. Nothing spectacular but that’s ok. Nah, scratch that. Put me down for the spectacular. I enjoy that much more. Everything that COULD go wrong on my birthday did.

Hadley was adjusting to being back home after a week with her grandparents in Asheville, NC and by “adjusting” I mean being a total jerkface to her brother. My birthday soundtrack was her screaming at him. Literally, screaming. At one point Hadley said “Mom, my throat hurts from screaming.”

I stood there looking at her.

“Then don’t scream, jackass.”

Except I didn’t say “jackass”, I said “sweetie.” But I meant jackass.

What WAS spectacular was my gift. For weeks Peter would ask and I’d demur, not really knowing if I wanted anything.

That’s a lie though, I knew what I wanted and it was another dog. A dog to compliment my dashing Atticus. A small, non shedding, snuggle bug, who doesn’t bark or yip and loves people.

I found him last week (on July 13th, my Dad’s birthday) looking online at Denver Dumb Friends league and I knew in my heart this dog and I were meant to be. I had to get there ASAP before someone else could get their grubby hands on him. I called Peter as I drove to the shelter. He could hear it in my voice.

“So, this is what you want for your birthday, huh?”

“Yes!” I said triumphantly.

Leave it to me, the control freak, to end up getting my present from Peter myself.

And truly he is the greatest gift. THE best. Who abandons a dog that looks like this? I love him. And, just as I’d hoped, he adores me.

Ladies and Gentlemen, I present Oliver Twist.

Oliver

I have been Cranky Crankerson lately. Bad. Ask Peter. He may call me Snarky McSnarkerson though. I have been snarky. I finally put my finger on it.

I would like school to start.

Tomorrow.

August 9th is when they start and that can’t some soon enough. All of this unstructured time just makes me nuts. Also their expectation that I am to be juggling, while doing a soft shoe, making snacks and taking them to wondrous, fun places is obscene. I am on strike. Screw it.

I love my children. I really really really do. I’m just a better mother when I am not with them all of the time.

While looking for patience and inspiration this morning I found this on Raven and Lamb:

wordsworth

Love it love it love it.

Time to unclench my jaw and go where the day takes me. Wherever it takes me I will for sure be listening to Lady Gaga’s Alejandro on repeat.

XO

4 comments:

Sheri Nugent | July 20, 2010 at 6:32 PM

I love Oliver Twist and I haven't even met him. And Gaga's Alejandro - I find myself singing quietly to myself "Just smoke one cigarette and HUSH!" everytime someone annoys me. She has a way of saying it, doesn't she?

little irish | July 20, 2010 at 6:34 PM

I love, love, love the word "jerkface". It's my favorite discription of jerky behavior. :) Happy Birthday my friend! I heart Oliver Twist. Hang in there until 8-9....we have to wait until 9-1. Ugh! {hug}

Emily | July 20, 2010 at 8:59 PM

Sheri - yes, love me some Gaga. screw the haters. Word on the street is she has lupus. So you know that makes us related.

Erin - I smiled when you said you love the word "jerkface". I do too! It totally reminds me of my Dad. He was always saying "don't be a jerkface."

Confessions of a Mother, Lawyer & Crazy Woman | July 23, 2010 at 11:34 AM

HAPPY (late) BIRTHDAY!! Mine is tomorrow (29 ... plus, um, 6 more). July babies are the best, I think you'd agree.

"Except I didn’t say “jackass”, I said “sweetie.” But I meant jackass." Literally laughed and laughed. I have this thought at least once a day. Does that make me a bad person?

Love love love Oliver Twist. What an awesome name. Please see my new blog and help me name our new Mr Kittyface. You clearly have great pet naming skills that I lack.

Hear ya on the summer exhaustion. Seriously. Summer. Your school starts on Aug 9th??!!!! Our is Sept 9th. I may move to your town, just until Sept.