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The second a mother first holds her baby, she should automatically be granted super-human immunity.
Just my opinion.
We, as mothers (okay dads, you can be in on this too), shouldn’t be susceptible to cold, flu, or any other virus. (Or lice. Let’s put lice in that category too.)
It is miserable to be sick and to have to also parent kids who may or may not also be sick. Unfortunately, the sickness timing is rarely optimal. As far as I’ve concluded in my 5 years of parenting, there are three possible options in the virus-passing realm:
I pretty much lost it today.
Twice.
You see, my life revolves around poop. From the second I wake up in the morning, open the twins’ bedroom door and am nearly knocked unconscious by a mushroom cloud of stank, to the final nasty diaper of the day.
All day.
Every day.
Double diaper duty.
Sure, I love my babies. I do not, however, feel any fondness to their feces.
This morning, I left the babies in their cribs a little longer than normal. Read more on Seriously, enough with the crap….
Most guys are complete wusses when they’re sick.
(HA! I just wrote “pregnant” instead of sick. That was funny. Anyway…)
Most guys, when sick, roll around in agony, whine in misery, certain that they are writhing on death’s doorstep.
Not Clint.
This man has the immune system of an elephant.
(This is, of course, assuming elephants have excellent immune systems. I, for one, have never seen a sick elephant, so I’m going with that analogy.)
And the suck-it-up-ness of something equally tough.
(Sorry, I’m out of animal analogies. My brain is still stuck on sick elephants.) Read more on PhotoBlog: Impromptu…
Be forewarned: This blog post ain’t gon’ be pretty.
I cannot remember the last time I have had so many consecutive days of absolute pissed-off-ness.
Many of you know that Washington was hit by uncharacteristically chilly and anti-summer-like conditions until, let’s see… oh, that’s right: Tuesday.
Read more on Pissy Mom Thoughts…
I never thought I’d say this, but I just had my first coaching session with a life coach. Not that I think I’m above coaching, counseling, or all that. In fact, I’m all for it. I love to delve deep into life and figure out the intricacies about why I do the things I do and how I can change what I don’t like.
Read more on The Coffee Perspective…
Blah.
I have a dog-gone stupid cold and today has been a pretty bad day.
My kids have been downright naughty today and were getting into everything. While I was changing Zander’s diaper, Lily was in the tub nearby and reached up to the top ledge of the tub, pulling down all of the soaps, shaving cream, and her no-more-tangles spray. I heard the commotion, but was holding that squirmy little doo-doo monkey by his ankle with one hand and trying to entice him with some toy with the other so he didn’t make a crap mess all over my floor.
Read more on Crankypants McGee…
This weekend, while sitting with a friend over an early-morning Starbucks fix, I was turned on to an interesting blog idea. My friend and I were talking about blogging and I was explaining things that have worked for me and things that haven’t. One of the things I mentioned that have worked is being real and authentic; that readers don’t want to see happy-go-lucky, my life is so perfect and my kids are amazing, posts.
There have been so many blog-worthy stories in the past 24 hours, I’m going to have to split this sucker up into some sections!
Background: How in the world can a mom of 4 take a trip?
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As a background, so the rest of this blog makes sense: I am currently on a cross-country trip with one of my twins, staying with a friend (whose name is also Lindsay), all signed …
Whew. There’s always a silver lining, right? I am, of course, talking about our "http://blog.lindsaymaddox.com/2010/03/30/round-two.aspx">soccer game last night where, with only one woman sub, I got my booty kicked.
On a positive note, I didn’t feel like puking this time despite playing a lot more than the previous game.
On a not-so-positive note, I did end up falling on my ass. It was in the heat of battle for …
Goals for tonight:
1. Don’t fall on my ass.
2. Don’t look like an idiot.
3. Don’t fall on my ass.
and, most importantly,
4. Don’t keel over and die from exhaustion.
As I mentioned in my Couch to 5K blog, I decided after last week’s game
that I’m done being out of …
You get two blogs today, lucky duck.
This one will be a quickie though.
(Side note: If you giggled at the word “quickie,” you’re my kind of people. Gutter brains, unite!)
So. I have been thinking a lot about my total lack of running ability displayed ever-so-obviously in the game last night. I have also been
thinking about my bucket list, where I said I want to run a half marathon. It …
I am totally prepared for my soccer debut tonight. New shoes, running tights ‘cuz it’s chilly, workout shorts, even a nifty tank top that contains my twin skin so
I don’t jiggle around all over the place. Boo-yah.
And… I’m still nervous!
Don’t ask me why, because I know it’s the dumbest thing ever to be nervous about and I’m sure once I get there I’ll be fine, but I’m doing an awesome job of …
So, there I was, mostly naked, lying on my stomach. First touch, the side of my boo-tay. Next, up my back. My neck. My arms.There was oil involved. Slow music played in
the background. I lost myself in ecstacy and thought, “Wow, I’m glad I shaved my legs for this.”
“Let me know if you get uncomfortable,” she said in a calming voice.
It was a massage, sicko. Get your brain …
I fell yesterday, like, really friggin’ hard. I was carrying Z in my arms, stepped over a bean bag on the floor, thought I had cleared it, but nope… slipped on
the fabric of the bean bag and went dooown onto the hardwood floors. I twisted my body so Z would land on his booty, so he was totally fine and that was good. I, however, feel like I got into a
car accident.
…
Remember that fetal position rocking and humming I mentioned in my last blog? Yeah, that almost became a reality today. It’s sounding more and more appealing too,
the idea of jumping off the deep end of my sanity. I mean, it’d probably be pretty quiet in my very own padded room. Certainly, there wouldn’t be anyone throwing up on me or screaming their
brains out. Sure, other patients might be doing that in their own …
