I was suffering from separation anxiety today. I felt so distracted at work, and I just couldn't wait to get home. I fidgeted, bit my lips, and kept checking the time. I just didn't know what to do with myself.
I forgot my iPhone.
I know...you were probably thinking I was having difficulty separating from my children. While I have had my share of those days, that wasn't it today. When I don't have a coffee in one hand and a baby in the other, the vacancy is usually occupied by my iPhone. I felt so lost without it. I guess I'm a bit of a tech junkie.
My iPhone is my constant companion on my on-the-go life. It is my instant portal to family and friends. I realize I would do very poorly in solitary confinement.
Thankfully, we are re-united, and it feels so good! There were no hard feelings between us, not even the awkward, "Why did you leave me?" moment. Whew! Glad that's over.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Idiot Friends
It's 'blame everyone else Tuesday'. How do I know? My best friend told me so.
Not making any sense? It's not supposed to. It was a text message I got from my friend this morning. You see, one of my best friends and I keep in touch throughout the week by sending each other ridiculous texts purely for the sake of being ridiculous. The more absurd, the better. I don't remember exactly how we got started, probably on a late night when our babies truly were just itsy bitsy newborns and we would text one another to see if the other was awake. It evolved from "R u awake" to texts so stupidly funny I have actually spit out my coffee laughing.
Why do we do it? Besides the obvious-why not?-there is a more profound reason for the foolish shenanegans. It's our special way of holding onto our friendship and our sanity despite our super busy, sometimes chaotic, often stressful working mother lives. I look forward to the nonsense banter that's refreshingly light and carefree compared to my not-so-carefree life.
So if you are reading this, my precious idiot friend who boldly dares me to laugh a little every day and not take life too seriously, I finally finished my list! It's a good thing the maid and the nanny and chef and the driver took care of everything because it took all day. Tomorrow is 'name that lipstick color Wednesday', so brush up at the MAC counter!
Have you texted a friend today?
Not making any sense? It's not supposed to. It was a text message I got from my friend this morning. You see, one of my best friends and I keep in touch throughout the week by sending each other ridiculous texts purely for the sake of being ridiculous. The more absurd, the better. I don't remember exactly how we got started, probably on a late night when our babies truly were just itsy bitsy newborns and we would text one another to see if the other was awake. It evolved from "R u awake" to texts so stupidly funny I have actually spit out my coffee laughing.
Why do we do it? Besides the obvious-why not?-there is a more profound reason for the foolish shenanegans. It's our special way of holding onto our friendship and our sanity despite our super busy, sometimes chaotic, often stressful working mother lives. I look forward to the nonsense banter that's refreshingly light and carefree compared to my not-so-carefree life.
So if you are reading this, my precious idiot friend who boldly dares me to laugh a little every day and not take life too seriously, I finally finished my list! It's a good thing the maid and the nanny and chef and the driver took care of everything because it took all day. Tomorrow is 'name that lipstick color Wednesday', so brush up at the MAC counter!
Have you texted a friend today?
Monday, November 8, 2010
Say What?
Occasionally, I feel like I need a translator when my children talk to me. It's as if I am a foreigner in their fantasy land of made up words. Today, for example, as my daughter was sharing a story about one of her classmates, who happened to miss school, she explained that "she was 'apusent'".
"Absent?" I asked.
"Yeah, 'apusent'," she replied, implying that that was exactly what she had just said.
Yeah...right, of course. Sometimes the mispronounced words can be downright confusing. At other times, they are just plain amusing, especially in instances when words are misapplied.
Every night, for example, when Aloni says her prayers, she addresses God as her "heavenly Fodder". I can't help but smile and wonder if God finds it equally amusing that she refers to Him as a divine bale of hay on a regular basis.
I think my absolute favorite faux pas is when she affectionately refers to Anthony as her baby "bwudder". He has been her baby bwudder since before he was born, and I hope he will be her baby bwudder for the rest of her life.
"Absent?" I asked.
"Yeah, 'apusent'," she replied, implying that that was exactly what she had just said.
Yeah...right, of course. Sometimes the mispronounced words can be downright confusing. At other times, they are just plain amusing, especially in instances when words are misapplied.
Every night, for example, when Aloni says her prayers, she addresses God as her "heavenly Fodder". I can't help but smile and wonder if God finds it equally amusing that she refers to Him as a divine bale of hay on a regular basis.
I think my absolute favorite faux pas is when she affectionately refers to Anthony as her baby "bwudder". He has been her baby bwudder since before he was born, and I hope he will be her baby bwudder for the rest of her life.
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