Thursday, January 12, 2012

Meanwhile, Back at the Ranch

You know it's time for a facial wax when you glance in the rearview mirror and wonder for just a second why, when you aren't driving a red ferrari, Magnum P.I. is behind the wheel of your car. Brow/upper lip maintenance needed. Yuck head cold equals sleepless nights equals dark shadows that don't at all look like the "smoky eye" I'm trying to pull off. I just look tired and sick. But even when Mom is down, life goes on.

The boy, who has turned 11 this week, has decided that he doesn't want the annual birthday party EVENT (okay it's hotdogs, chips, fruit, cake and ice cream and lots of running around staging sword fights boy mayhem). Instead he would like a trip to Savannah to visit the toy store. At the ripe old age of 11, he has never been to a store that exclusively sells toys. But can I just say that I'm a bit lost not preparing for the usual party festivities? It was also my opportunity for grown up conversation with my favorite fellow moms of children of a like age and now I have to wait at least another month before one of our favorite families invites us to their child's party before I can indulge in mom chat.

I like to think I'm coping well with the fact that my oldest child is becoming a tweenager and that my youngest is seven going on seventeen. I confess that while I've had to let go of the smocked dresses with bloomers, the Thomas the Tank Engine trains have been packed away and Dora yogurt is no longer on my grocery list, there is one thing I've struggled to leave behind. Those sweet little baby washcloths are still in the basket next to their tub. They've been washed so many times they aren't much more substantial than tissue paper, but I still can't bring myself to throw them out. I've rationalized that they are the perfect size for getting behind small ears and between toes, but I know I'm in denial. As long as those worn little scraps sit in that basket, my babies they will be.


Cell Block said...

Your post did contain a factual error. The boy and the girl have been to Toys-R-Us before. No need to thank me...being able to correct you is all the reward I need.

Melinda said...

Have they? I don't remember it!

Aunty Evil said...

Sorry to interrupt you two, but someone else would like in on this conversation. :)

Melinda, what Rob MEANT to say was that even though you are ill, you still look gorgeous.

That was the correction that was needed in the post.

Stomper Girl said...

I'm all for Mom chat but I'm happy not to do birthday parties! I'll catch my Mum Chat in the schoolyard any day, no need to clean the house fore and aft for that! Happy birthday to your 11yo, he's still your baby!

rhubarbwhine said...

Magnum PI - what a crack up. I love your posts, you really, truly always make me smile :)

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