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i really, really miss my kids today. i miss them all the time, but i'm really feeling it today.
Happy Mother's Day to my siblings, who trained me to be a mother; my children, amazing beings that they are, who made me a mother; and to my mother who has been the perfect mother (for me.)
Happy Mother's Day to my dearest friends, the ones who have been mothers, will be mothers, or who have performed motherly duties, and to my JS kiddies whom i love so much -- who have added a dimension to my career as a mother i never otherwise would have experienced.
it is the hardest gig EVAH. it is also the best thing i ever could have done with my life. anything else is just gravy.
and yes, i do define myself as a mother still, even though i'm in semi-retirement. my nest is empty, but i'm still a mother. this past year or so, especially, has been a transition from mother FIRST to *woman* first, and it has not been easy and i'm not sure i've been too successful at the attempt. i think mother is what i am, and what i do pretty well. the demand has shrunk, and i've changed since the last one flew the coop...
now what?
***
the weather sucks, which is good, because it gives me an excuse not to go out and mess with that mower. did i think about it all night? oh yeah. Gem's Main Squeeze is going to come out and take a look -- he has the same brand mower.
yep. time to break out the Penis. *sigh* i'm a little disappointed in that. i'll be riled if it's something really simple i should have figured out, but it's really important to me when i move outta here Gem has a reliable and easy way to get the damned grass taken care of. yes, i'm obsessed. see, she has lupus and Sjogren's syndrome, so she can't be in the sun. she breaks out in pressure hives, painful and itching, and it's brutal. this is the reason Operation: Lawn Mow is so important.
****
winds are up to 45 mph, and it's barely 50 degrees. this is mid-may? dang.
the arthritis index is in "extreme" status, but i could have told you that this morning. the swelling's down in the knuckles; i have a purple bruise where the muscle popped; my shoulders feel like they've been beaten with a sock full of sand. i'm thinking i should have taken Gem up on the duct-taped frozen-food-jacket offer of yesterday. heh.
****
i'm still jammified, and there's sauce in the crockpot (i'll make meatballs later.) Gem is on a Mother's Day Date with her twins, and the Shittard (after pitching a most amusing Shit Fit when she left) is snoozing peacefully. i think i may join him.
*nettahugs*
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Happy Mother's Day to my siblings, who trained me to be a mother; my children, amazing beings that they are, who made me a mother; and to my mother who has been the perfect mother (for me.)
Happy Mother's Day to my dearest friends, the ones who have been mothers, will be mothers, or who have performed motherly duties, and to my JS kiddies whom i love so much -- who have added a dimension to my career as a mother i never otherwise would have experienced.
it is the hardest gig EVAH. it is also the best thing i ever could have done with my life. anything else is just gravy.
and yes, i do define myself as a mother still, even though i'm in semi-retirement. my nest is empty, but i'm still a mother. this past year or so, especially, has been a transition from mother FIRST to *woman* first, and it has not been easy and i'm not sure i've been too successful at the attempt. i think mother is what i am, and what i do pretty well. the demand has shrunk, and i've changed since the last one flew the coop...
now what?
***
the weather sucks, which is good, because it gives me an excuse not to go out and mess with that mower. did i think about it all night? oh yeah. Gem's Main Squeeze is going to come out and take a look -- he has the same brand mower.
yep. time to break out the Penis. *sigh* i'm a little disappointed in that. i'll be riled if it's something really simple i should have figured out, but it's really important to me when i move outta here Gem has a reliable and easy way to get the damned grass taken care of. yes, i'm obsessed. see, she has lupus and Sjogren's syndrome, so she can't be in the sun. she breaks out in pressure hives, painful and itching, and it's brutal. this is the reason Operation: Lawn Mow is so important.
****
winds are up to 45 mph, and it's barely 50 degrees. this is mid-may? dang.
the arthritis index is in "extreme" status, but i could have told you that this morning. the swelling's down in the knuckles; i have a purple bruise where the muscle popped; my shoulders feel like they've been beaten with a sock full of sand. i'm thinking i should have taken Gem up on the duct-taped frozen-food-jacket offer of yesterday. heh.
****
i'm still jammified, and there's sauce in the crockpot (i'll make meatballs later.) Gem is on a Mother's Day Date with her twins, and the Shittard (after pitching a most amusing Shit Fit when she left) is snoozing peacefully. i think i may join him.
*nettahugs*
Check out TSB for the most legal fun you can have with your clothes on.
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