And where have the days gone??
I’ve been dealing with a swirling mess of sickness in my house for the past week. I’m sure I’m no different than half the homes in the Salt Lake Valley, because from what I’ve been hearing it’s just being passed around like a bad case of the crabs on shared, damp towels.
I know that no one wants to hear me bitch about how much life sucks when you feel like crap, so here is a nice picture representation of how you feel when you are a mom and you have sick kids and then YOU get sick on top of all that.
If I were any better at Photoshop, I would add into that picture a pile of barf on the kid’s bed and maybe one on their floor and tears running down both the mom and child’s faces. Maybe I would also put in the background a torn up kitchen and a pile of dirty dishes in the downstairs bathtub. But I’m sure that’s a little too much for even Photoshop to handle.
So just a few things until my
crabs stomach flu goes away –
1) My sister and I are heading to my mom’s first appointment at the Huntsman Cancer Center up at the University of Utah tomorrow to discuss her chemotherapy. Wish us luck.
2) My kitchen is being remodeled. I am going to do a full post with pictures on this later, but haven’t mentioned it because I’ve had so many other things on my mind. Most of them pretty heavy and sad things.
Yes, I am excited about a new kitchen – I’ve never had the opportunity to do a kitchen remodel – and all the work is on the downhill roll now (thank you, baby Jesus). I’m pretty sure it will be tits, and our kitchen will finally be rid of the cabinets from 1983. So I guess now I have to get rid of my thong leotard from 1983. Or maybe not.
3) Speaking of thong leotards, here is the latest video in my Rap Moms repetoire. I quite love this one. It is full of class. I personally think I look like a
beautiful crazy 1980’s Jewish princess. This makes me smile. Big.
4) My 3-year old did some jaw-dropping artwork last week. This was all right before the barfing started. I took her up to Beatty’s 2nd grade class because I am an art parent volunteer who had no babysitter that day. (I’m that person.) Sloan sat in her chair quite nicely and listened very closely as the art specialist explained how to draw and roll the relief prints/self-portraits with ink. Then the art specialist allowed Sloan to participate, and I was seriously like WHAT THE HELL because she did it by herself and it looked amazing.
I am framing it and hanging it up. I plan on making big bucks off this future Picasso. Then I will totally quit making rap videos when she has her first gallery opening.
I figure by then I might not want to be wearing thong leotards. But hopefully not.