While We're On the Subject....

My daughter was sick all weekend. A high fever and throwing up and now a bad cold.
I think I may have caught it. Surprise, surprise, since she slept with me the whole time, her thin arm thrown over my neck, her skin so hot I felt burned.
At work today, I whined a lot, and cleared my throat and made a big deal out of drinking hot lemon ginger tea.
"I can't be sick for the plane! That's the worst!"
Hmmm, I think I need to reevaluate what the word "worst" might mean.
I am leaving on Friday for a 10 day trip to visit my sister in London, England. I am not taking my husband (who really really deserves a vacation) nor am I taking my children (who don't).
I get to do WHATEVER THE HELL I WANT for 10 days! (well, I may have to run ideas by my sister and mother, who will be there too.)
If someone said to me two months ago (before this trip was planned)...okay, if a little fairy said to me, "You can have a free trip to London to visit your sister, but there is a condition...you will have a bad cold while you're there."....would I have taken that deal?
You bet your ass I would have!
I am going to bed early now, pumped up on ColdFX and a crapload of vitamin C, and I will wake up tomorrow and NOT COMPLAIN!
I am one lucky sicko.

You Know You're a Brat When...

2. You whine and complain and moan about having a sore throat, and now you're getting sick and this is just awful because you're leaving on Friday for A TWO WEEK HOLIDAY TO LONDON, ENGLAND!
Your life is just soooo terrible.

You Know You're a Brat When...

1. You bitch at your husband for working so much.
(But you have no problem spending all that hard-earned money. On your daily $4.00 latte, and your fucking French manicure, and a gazillion Webkinz for your bratty children.)

I am so self-centred sometimes

Honestly.
I just reread my last post. Good grief.
It was definitely past my bedtime, if I didn't edit myself for character flaws!
I guess that's just part of telling the truth.
I certainly come across as a bit of a brat. Only calling people and having sex if it's fun for me!
I'm not always like that. Some of my close friends would even tell me that I sometimes give too much of myself....even at the cost of my own sanity. I am a bit of a sponge at times. I soak up other people's shit. Not very pleasant for me.
Hmmm, am I sounding like a brat again?
I told my mother a month ago that I was going to write a self-help book, aimed at women aged 30 to 50 (?) called "Don't Be Such a Brat: realising just how good you've got it".
Perhaps I shall "downsize" my book plans into the next couple of blog entries...
Should be interesting, and a bit eye-opening. Scary....I'll be tarred and feathered by all the feminists, no doubt. Not to mention by quite a few of my stay-at-home mom friends....
Ah well, for some: the cost of beauty...for me: the price for truth.

After Midnight I'll Say Anything

First post on my new(er) blog:
Pretty pretentious blog name, eh?
Ah, well, you know I'm big on the truth....most of the time.

Truth tonight:
I should have phoned my dear friend, Melissa. I told her I'd call earlier this week, and I still haven't. She is pregnant. Her first baby. A wonderful reason to call. We'd have lots to talk about and a lovely conversation, no doubt. But I haven't called.
Sure, I could come up with a hundred excuses. But really, I coulda called.
So why haven't I?
It's like sex sometimes. I don't feel like it. I just don't. But then, I just decide to go for it...and I have such a great time! Why don't we have sex every day, I ask Jay! I love it so much!
But then days and days go by without doing it again.
Brutal.
And it's the same with phonecalls.
I'm not avoiding any of you. I just don't feel like it.
But I know that if I do call, I'll have a great time. I'll love it!
Hmmm....
How to motivate oneself to fuck and to phone?
Not at the same time, of course.