and I thought I overshared on the internet...

My "friend" on facebook (read: old acquantance from the singles ward) just posted pictures of her and her husband right up for any old person to see. She is in a lace-up spandex dominatrix type outfit holding a whip and he is shirtless, handcuffed and kneeling in front of her. TMI! TMI! TMI! Thank goodness she and her husband are not in my church congregation anymore. I seriously don't need to see that!!!

Thought of the Day

Sometimes things are not what they seem....

You Know You are a Single Mom When...

--Your child, as a small toddler, is able to point out familiar fast food places on the road as you pass them and shouts out what you would order from there ("Medium Diet Coke!" or "Nachos Del Grande!") -- You've had to call your credit card company before you head out to the store to make sure your card won't be declined when you go to pay -- Popcorn in a bag purchased at Target has (at times) been deemed an acceptable dinner option -- You are expert of the downlow phone calls while driving, because you are forced to forever multi-task on your way to soccer, doctor, grocery store, etc.

-- When you are at work you are trying to do personal stuff (figure out how to take time off for dentist appointments, calling those people who are only around during business hours). When you are at home, you are trying to finish up work because you can't come in early or stay late like the other teachers.

-- Along the same lines, when you have to take a sick day and send the little one to daycare anyways, just to go to the doctor's office and get a hair cut in peace.

-- The daycare sends home father's day cards to mom.

-- You turn on the TV for noise when he's at his dad's for the weekend, because the house seems a little too quiet. -- Your car is a rolling apartment with snacks, drinks, changes of clothing, crayons, paper, books, a folding chair, a case of bottled water, action figures, trash bags, etc. -- You find yourself wanting to strangle the chick in RS who says "Well since my husband is in dental school/works long hours/travels a lot I'm basically a single mom." Girl, you have no idea. -- Your Netflix movies are, like, seven months old because you never have time to watch them. --Your five year old is unphased sitting on the stool waiting and watching while you get your eye brows waxed. -- You look forward to your weekend "off" but then find yourself working four hours later because you can't bear to go home to an empty house and then when you do get home, you are so exhausted you fall asleep before ten o'clock with the lights all on and the computer in your lap. So much for being a swingin' single... -- You start finding children's TV characters sort of attractive (overlooking the fact that they are clearly gay):

-- Your siblings see your name on caller id and answer the phone with "I already have plans this weekend, I can't babysit"....

-- Your son recognizes the symbols on bathroom doors, but thinks the women's one applies to him, because you are too terrified to let him use a public bathroom alone. -- You are fine with the fact that when navigating through your living room you will forever trip over a mess of small legos, blocks, action figures, soccer cleats, etc.

Anyone have anything else to add to the list?

creepy

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"Driving sideways..."

It's an Aimee Mann kind of night. I adore those albums. I listened to them over and over in college. She is very much like Counting Crows in that when you pull out lyrics they don't seem as meaningful. So much of it is in the music and the delivery. I'm trying to mellow out.

I am feeling a lot of anxiety about the summer, the school end of this school year, the start of the next, money worries, summer employment, my parents traveling, etc. As much as I am looking forward to summer, there are still quite a few question marks about it, and I just don't do well with uncertainty and transitions. I called my mom in tears because I am already panicked over who will be there for Isaac's first day of school (even though she has already assured me over and over she will come out since I will have to work). The beginning weeks of the school year are always intense. New students to get to know, back to school openhouse, and this year it will be Jenny's wedding the Friday before school starts plus getting Isaac ready for kindergarten. It seriously makes me hyperventilate.

But that is months away. And I need to be living in the moment.

And staying calm.

And breathing.

And sleeping. ..

Not bitter (seriously!!)

Okay, how perfect is that picture? So, apparently some people (cough-cough-younger-brother-Joe-cough-cough) feel that I should feel upset that my sister is younger than me but is getting married first. I think he is hoping for something ridiculous that would parallel the story-line to Taming of the Shrew. I hate to burst anyone's bubble, but I don't feel bitter at all. First of all, she is not that much younger than me. There are about four years between us. Statistically speaking, it's inevitable. Jenny (oh, and she is only going by Jennifer these days, but I CAN NOT call her that) has always dated a lot. I never have. Jenny lives in a Mormon mecca of dating, courtship and marriage with plenty of opportunity to date. I live in a much cooler east coast town where local society doesn't put intense pressure on me to define myself worth by my marital status. (whoa, I did almost veer into bitter rant territory... focus...) So since she is more inclined to date and has a mind boggling amount of people available for dating, it doesn't surprise me that she is getting married first. If anything, a part of me feels relieved. Growing up I was always referred to as "the test child". This time, she can be the "Wedding Test Child". But more importantly, I adore her and I really like Drew and I am terrifically excited and happy for them and would never want to turn any part of her wedding into something that I could complain about. So there haters.

A few Friday randoms: * Poor Isaac plays with his shadow and calls it "my brudder". It reminds me of Anne of Green Gables when she talks about the little girl in the glass bookshelf being her only friend. When he was younger, he used to insist that my younger brother Joe was his brother. It was a sad day when he put it all together ("Mom, I need a real brudder, not just Joe". * Undomesticity has reached an all time high. I have run out of room to store the dirty laundry, so I am finally doing it. I keep telling myself to do a little at a time so it doesn't build up, but I never listen. Then I can barely open my closet door and poor Isaac is wearing knee high soccer socks to school... This is too funny -----> Enjoy your weekend all. I know I will... =)