Tuesday, November 29, 2011


I'm back.  I've been found.  

I had abdominal surgery a couple of weeks ago.  Though it was a rough road, I'm on the up-n-up.  Able to enjoy the Thanksgiving holiday with family and friends, which in itself was mentally and emotionally healing for the most part.  When you feel good 'upstairs', your body tends to follow.

I appreciate the 'check-in' from a few of my blog followers -- it's a great feeling to know I've been missed.

In the weeks passed, you'd think I'd have a plethora of writings.  Things to say.  Soap box yammerings, in the least.  Nope.  But I've acquired a few new skills in the past four months that I thought I'd share:

Infomercial Aficionado: Ask me about any product and I'll have an opinion on it. Why? Because nothing else is on between 12 am and 4 am. The new Pajama Jeans seem pretty fantastic. Not!  If I had live plants in my house, I'd definitely have an Aquaglobe. Hardly!  And the Yoshiblade makes me want to chop up some onions - or a soda can, because it can do that too!  Possibly.

Forced Narcoleptic: Remember the days when you could freely choose your bedtime? 10:00, 11:00... what did it matter? If you felt like taking a quick nap on a Sunday afternoon, you could! Now, our sleeping schedule is dictated by the human alarm clock you gave birth to. And because of that, we force ourselves to sleep whenever we can... because who knows the next time you'll be able to lay down and close your eyes!?

Birdbath Taker: I've become an expert at taking birdbaths... you know, the quick "clean the necessary places" splash down you do in the bathroom sink when there is no time to take a real shower? No time to wait for the shower to heat up... a birdbath can be taken cold, hot, lukewarm. As long as some H2O hits the necessities, you feel like a whole new mama!  Too much information?  Yeah, probably so.

Psychic: I can now predict the thoughts, movements and needs of every person (or animal) under my roof. Forget multi-tasking... mamas learn to psychic-task -- predicting what everyone is going to need/want in the next 12/24/48 hours just to maintain a normal breathing pattern and avoid losing your mind.

Stealth Bomber: During nap times, Reef's got to have either silence or a consistent white noise if I expect him to sleep longer than 30 minutes.  Otherwise, he enjoys being awake and at play during the day.  Soooo, I am able to maneuver through the house with the silence of a drone. I've mastered doing things around the house as if I were a mime.

Bat Girl: No, not the baseball kind. The animal kind. As in the animal who has super sonic hearing. Forget baby monitors... a simple roll, sneeze, whimper from the baby bed and I am awakened from a deep sleep. Not much goes on in this house that mama doesn't hear.

Master Yogi: One hand on the baby, one hand reaching for the diaper cream that just got flung across the room, one foot picking up the burp cloth that fell on the floor, and hopping up and down on the other foot, trying to keep from peeing myself (because, yet again, I rushed to take care of the baby and forgot about my own needs). The flexibility required to be a mama is unprecedented.

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