Archive for February 5th, 2009

Just what I need


I finally paired down my magazine subscriptions.

I am bummed because “Cottage Living” stopped publishing but they replaced it with “Coastal Living”.

“Real Simple” is still my favorite.

I cancelled “Martha Stewart” because I can’t ever duplicate anything she does in there, so it gets depressing.

“Bazaar”, a free subscription my mom gave me via her credit card company, is equally unrealistic. I throw on some Aveda makeup, brush my hair if I’m lucky and wear jeans almost every day of my life. The things in there, I can’t always describe…I can’t ever fathom wearing…much less buy anything for less that 5k.

Oprah’s “O Magazine”, I let the subscription run out because I also record her show on the DVR. And honestly, what I see on her show is in her magazine, so it’s already old news by the time I read it.

But something was recently released.


Yes, people, Jamie Oliver has his own magazine. I think I just gasped for air.


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Sick in the house


I was just saying recently how my kids haven’t been sick this year other than mild colds. 

Blue said her neck hurt right before we walked up to school today, an hour late due to the snow delay in the public school system. I suggested she stay home and her eyes got wide and she shook her head and said, “Noooooo, I am going to school, I don’t want to miss anything!!!!!”

A child who doesn’t want to miss anything at school.

The snow delay changed my day, and a client meeting a few towns away. So we rescheduled for tomorrow.

I came home from dropping them off at the school and went about my day, got some work done, ran some errands, bought my birth control at the pharmacy. My insurance recently changed and I balked at the upped copay for my birth control. Instead of $25 is it now $30. I grumbled about it to the pharmacist and she smiled and said, “Well, it’s alot cheaper than having a baby!”

So true. It’s all about perspective, eh?

I got a call, right as I was sitting down with tea and a pile of work, from the nurse’s office at the school.  I answered, saying, “Which one?”

Blue apparently turned white as a sheet and they took her to the nurse’s office where she promptly threw up in their toilet.

I rushed up the street in the car and the nurse looked at me and said, “How’d you get here so fast?”

How’d I get there so fast? Well, you get a call and imagine your little one sick without you there (living down the street helps too) and you drop it all and run. And you run fast.

Sure enough, she was lying down on the cot with all her snow gear and boots and hat and her backpack, waiting for me.

I arranged for Red to be walked home by our neighbors and watched for them out the window a few hours later. When she came home, she played nurse for Blue, brought her animals and blankets and wrapped them around her on the couch while she moaned and groaned while I made Red her dinner. 

I thanked her for her help and for listening when I asked her to take a bath and doing her homework without hesitation. She didn’t even fight “extra credit” work as she usually does.

I thanked her and talked to her about it, positively, and she quietly said, “When they called down to my classroom to tell me I was to walk home with Emma and her dad because Blue came home sick, I knew I was going to come home and help you take care of her.”

It was touching and I squeezed her even harder and kissed and praised her intentions and actions.

And she looked up at me and shrugged and goes, “Well, I want her to get better, she’s no fun like this.”

It appears we’re at the tail end of whatever this was. If we get through a night of uninterrupted sleep, that means this was s short and easy one that lacked multiple washings of sheets and cleaning out big bowls from throw up (we haven’t had any here at home since she came home from school). And let’s hope her sister and I have avoided it. 

So as I look out the window, I think  about how blessed I am that my children are as healthy as they are, despite today. I am filled with gratitude that I have a breather going to see J down in the tropics, once again. I am healthy. My life is balanced. I love where we live. I love my work, even if it is slow and frustrating right now. 

Despite all that, I still wish the fucking snow would melt and we could get on to Spring, already.

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