oh i love days like these….rainy and cloudy and knowing there is a high possibility of wine with dinner tonight
of course i love sunshine-y days and bubble gum and cruising around in my convertible
i know it means that summer is slowing down and old man winter is right around the corner
and then i sit and reminisce about all the things we enjoyed this summer.
we took a trip….not an acid trip…a trip to wisconsin dells at the beginning of summer…we ziplined…which was scary enough for me so i can’t imagine if i did it while on acid
we fed deers…and in my mind part of me was saying “you are not taking that deer home” ….like she was the boss of me and i tried to explain to her i’m like a disney princess with animals….like seriously…they are drawn to me for some reason…and 99% of the time, i’m not even singing or cleaning
my only real ground breaking dilemma this summer was how not to ruin my newly dyed red hair in the chlorine filled pool at Okoboji….problem solved…NEMO SWIM CAP
we celebrated Jerime’s 20 year reunion in Mitchell and i walked away from the weekend filled with so much jealousy that they all weren’t MY classmates…i loved every single one of them and i’ve never seen a class love each single individual the way they did their own….it was like a giant family and i demanding to be adopted
we continued to laugh all summer…never taking ourselves too seriously….for instance….Jerime needed to renew his Costco card and this was the picture he took in front of all the employees and customers….i think i fell in love with him even more at that very second
and little did we know, that summer would fly by and days of letting her sleep in with Fat Ozzie was soon coming to a close
and so now we are in our second week of middle school (maybe the third? who’s counting?) and i find myself sitting in my pjs and slippers and hunkering down on writing my piece for Expressing Motherhood.
what is Expressing Motherhood?
Expressing Motherhood is the hit, ongoing stage show that has been showcasing people sharing their stories about motherhood onstage since 2008.
Producer Lindsay Eller Kavet co-created it out of Los Angeles and has expanded it nationwide. Local Producer Megan Pederson will be bringing Expressing Motherhood to Sioux Falls for the very first time! The cast for Sioux Falls is LOCAL!
for those of you who follow Art Moms on facebook, you seen this announcement yesterday and for those who don’t….here was my post:
A huge fear of mine.
Last spring, One morning, I sat at my computer with a typed up story about my journey through motherhood.
I sat with my finger hovering over the “send” button… Should I?
You will regret it if you don’t!
I hit the send button and days later, I found out I had made the cast!
I almost peed my pants… So many emotions flooded through me… Fear being the biggest one.
The show is less than one month away and I’m diligently working on my piece and I hope to paint an abstract canvas on stage as I’m telling my story.
There are so many wonderful stories being told… Little old me is among them!
Grab your tickets! It’s gonna be awesome!
for months, i’ve kept a journal by my bed and jotted things down in a draft on hotmail….little pieces of “my motherhood journey” that i’d like to cover
-most parenthood journeys start with a night of a romantic dinner and too many martinis.mine starts with chlomid, shots in my ass, and 30 minute handstands after sex…or as our fertitlity doctor called it “sexual relations”…and no, our fertility doctor was not bill clinton….put that in your pipe and smoke it
-i had grace during a time when cloth diapers, breast feeding, baby wearing, co sleeping and making your own gluten free/organic/range free/grass free/vegan/babyfood in a blender was just starting to BOOM….the only thing i wanted to make in a blender during those days rhymed with smiskey and smaptin smorgan
-she will love talking about poop, boogars, eating sand, trying dog food, but when you spend all day cooking a gourmet meal, she’ll put down her fork, turn up her nose and tell you that dinner tastes gross….bitch move
-middle grade was a big transition for us…maybe just for me.i think i got more advice going into this than i got when i was pregnant.i’ve heard things like:
– you have to stop letting her wear such mismatched clothes
-don’t put her in stripes and polkadots anymore
-does she like boys
-is she wearing makeup?
and i want to reply
“God forbid she try to save the world with her creativity, brain and kindness….let me pull out her sparkle jeans and under armor and make sure she blends in with the popular crowd”
-we did get her a cellphone this year for her 11th birthday
i was super excited to be able to text her when she is at “camp grandma’s” in mitchell or okoboji
but the only reply i ever get is 20 smiling poop emoji’s
thanks a lot for that one!
i have all these little statements jotted down everywhere….and to be honest…i’m more confused than ever….
topics i’d like to cover:
- the un-sexiness of infertility sex
- how much breast feeding sucked for me (i know, shocker…i’m sure i’ll have some moms come at me with pitchforks for this one)
- lies i’ve told as a mom
- swearing and parenting
- i’m sure whiskey and wine will make an appearance
but i’m best under pressure….and i’m even better with beer!
this photo was NOT taken at this moment…it was from a LOONNNG time ago…this morning
just kidding….it was like 2 summers ago…
and to top it off….i want to paint an abstract canvas on stage while telling my story….YIKES….this may be harder than motherhood.