He’s been a beast to get to sleep lately.
Teething? Maybe.
Overtired? Certainly.
SOL 18: so quickly
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Slice of Life 2019
SOL 17: Irish Eyes
Back in my younger days, I spent Parade Day…yes, capitalized like a holiday…running around the Southside wearing my Irish sweater and probably some sort of shamrock beads. I would be with a group of friends drinking…and throwing up…green beer. Using disgusting port-o-potties was a luxury because you usually copped-a-squat wherever you could. Meandering up and down Western Ave was a right of passage.
SOL 16: I am good
I did it. I…went to the dentist. It was easier than expected once I got there. Although I was nervous and I initially wished I could be anywhere but there, once it began, I settled in and became more comfortable with what was to come.
SOL 15: so I had a day
Did you ever just have a day? When everything that could test your limits just blew right past them?
That was today.
Little man has been waking up at 4:00 AM all week. My alarm goes off at 5:15 so I’m pretty much running on empty by the time I wander into the house at 9:00 PM or so. Classes have been extra stressful the last couple of weeks and I need to pass another certification test next month on top of it.
SOL 12 SSDGM
I like to listen to podcasts when I am in the car. I have turned into an old lady and most music just sounds like noise to me.. What happened to the music of the good ole days? On our way to school, we frequently listen to a couple of different news podcasts or story podcasts for little kids.
In my current position, I run from building-to-building teaching classes and putting out fires. In the evening, I drive to the city to learn all the new and exciting research in the areas of Assistive Technology and Multiple Disabilities. I manage to put dinner on the table every evening and I get the grocery shopping done every week. I don’t get much time to myself unless you count taking a shower…and even then a toddler sometimes manages to climb in. Lord knows I don’t get to go to the bathroom alone.
So how does a working mom wind down at the end of the day? On my way home from classes, I am in the car all by myself. I listen to My Favorite Murder podcast, of course.
I mean, there’s nothing more relaxing than murder, right? I know that many people may find this weird. But I am strangely fascinated by this topic. The more I mention this podcast, the more that I find I am not the only one. There is a cult following of this kind of sh!t. Who knows why. Certainly not me. And this particular podcast is hysterical. I know that murder and comedy don’t frequently go together but trust on on this. It just works. I am about 25 episodes in. At least in the beginning, it is easy to hear that Karen and Georgia are just two friends talking about a common interest they aren’t exactly professionals yet. They are still learning the lay of the land which is why it is that much more funny!
So this evening while the rest of you are binge watching something on Netflix, I will be cruising down the Stevenson exhausted by yet another 5:00 am to 10:00 pm day just listening to a couple of ladies talk about serial killers. NBD.
Remember. Stay sexy and don’t get murdered
I am writing for the 2019 March Slice of Life Challenge
SOL 10: Sunday Dinner Date
I have a date today. He’s a tall, handsome, older gentleman with envious silver hair. He would be described by those of his generation as a silver fox. He’s retired and treats me well. He buys me dinner every Sunday at his favorite restaurant.
SOL 8: hot lava
McK slept in a crib until we moved to our new house. She was almost two and a half when we spent our very first night here. She got to pick out everything for her new room. She chose a lovely yellow flowered bedspread that matched the white furniture perfectly.
SOL 7: Hair today. Gone tomorrow.
She has the most beautiful hair. It’s long and blond and as thick as can be. It’s shiny and healthy. I am completely jealous. I wrote about it last year. You can read about it HERE.
SOL 6: Tufano’s
Several nights a week I am down in the city at UIC for classes. Back in the summer, my father-in-law would come to stay with the kids and I would head down early to beat traffic. Upon arrival, I would have my car valeted at a local restaurant and sit on their patio with some classmates.
SOL 5: But how do they get out?
On our way to school, McK and I chit-chat about all sorts of things. Sometimes we talk about her friends or music. Sometimes we listen to my favorite podcast if the topic is appropriate. Sometimes we listen to her favorite podcast to hear a good story. Sometimes we play an epic game of I spy…
Today, though, she caught me off guard. I heard a quiet question from the back and turned down Thunder so I could make out what she was saying.
Mama? How do babies get out of the mamas’ tummies?
I’ve been dreading this question. I could say something like magic or I don’t know. But I’ve been firm about telling her I would never lie so I feel like I need to be honest here.
How do you think they get out? Maybe I’ve dodged a bullet.
Nope! I don’t know. That’s why I’m asking you. How did G and me get out of your belly?
Well, the doctor helps the baby come out. I’m hoping it’s a sufficient answer that is truthful enough that she cannot call me out on it when she learns the whole story.
But how do they get out?
I sat in silence for a few moments. She asked again. I took a deep breath.
They come out of the mama’s vagina.
Oh. Ok. Then a minute later…But how?
The mama has to push and the doctor helps.
Ok. Like when you hold my hand when I poop?
Kind of. But Daddy held my hand.
Ok. Can I get a munchkin?
What I thought was a big deal was not. Sometimes moms are the ones that make things bigger than they should be.
Question. Answer.
It was as easy as that. I just hope she doesn’t ask me how they get into the mamas’ tummies anytime soon.
I am writing for the 2019 March Slice of Life Challenge
