restoration

First off, yesterday I had the most enlightening doctor appointment I've ever had.  The guy listened to me. He really listened. And he asked a lot of questions. And he gave me unconventional ideas about how to get my energy back to where I need it to be.  Then he said my neck muscles where really tight and I needed a massage. Five minutes later a nurse came in and massaged my neck for twenty minutes.

I said Amen to that.

If you live in the area and you need a good doctor, I've got one for ya. Just ask me.

After the doctor, I went to spin at the gym and got my trash kicked around.  My butt hurts like hell this morning.

I had an appointment at noon to meet up with a fellow silversmith to see her studio and talk shop.  I could have walked around her house all day taking photos and manhandling stuff.  She's an artist through and through.  So glad we finally connected. You can see her work here.

Then it was back to the home front to take up my post as mommy and short order cook.

After the evening's craziness, when my babies were tucked away into their beds, I went through my jewelry box. This is a little ritual I have that makes me ever so happy.

I swear sometimes I'm like a big ol' moth to the flame when it comes to sparkly things.  Can't get enough.

I laid my weary body down next to my sleeping bear.  My head was buzzing. Full of ideas.  

I decided it is time to get back to my roots.  Silversmithing.  I decided to never quit spinning, because it makes me feel strong.  I decided that my children are, indeed, the most gorgeous human beings on the planet and my husband an amalgam of all things that I love in this world.

I fell asleep feeling restored.  

I didn't know I was off track.

I was.

i do, over and over again

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I can't remember where I got this photo, but I do remember reading that it was a wedding dress and the bride crocheted it herself.  Isn't is amazing?  It steals my breath away and wish I could get married again and wear one just like it.

Which I would do a million times over if I believed in it.  I'm one who tries to live up to my wedding vows everyday, hoping they won't fad over time.  The original promises I made are graffitied all over my heart.

I married Sugar Daddy sixteen years ago.  We were young and stupid and crazy in love.  Most of all, we were blessed to find each other. I'd say it was dumb luck but I know better.

I've had my struggles in life.  I've been down and out and so poor I had to eat canned pineapple for an entire week until the pay check came.  I've seen some sadness and weathered some storms.  I have some scars.

But. Here's where I'm so very very blessed: I've never not been absolutely head over heels in love with my husband.  It's an amazing gift. I stand all amazed most days at my good fortune to have married the very person I would choose every time to be in the fox hole with, no matter the battle.

Oh sure we have our fights and disagreements.  He wishes I wasn't directionally challenged. I take issue with sweaty running clothes dropped on the floor and stinky yerba maté  cups in the sink.

We needle each other out of spite or boredom. We mutter sarcastic remarks under our breath.  We play ro-sham-bo over diaper changes and bedtime chores.  We both think the other has a poor memory.

But at the end of the day, even if I'm irritated and out of sorts with him, I want to cuddle up to my husband.  I want to smell his neck and put my hand on his cool cheek. I want to fall asleep with the comforting heft of him on my right side, listening to his deep bear breaths.

I'm crazy about Sugar Daddy. He's my Clark Kent. And there's not a thing known to man that can change that.

Lucky, lucky me.

parenthood 101

Polka Dot & Plaid

Well today is it.

Back to school for the Boy.  First grade. First time in public school.

He's not in the least bit scared.  Never has been.  Heights can send him into a hyperventilating frenzy, but new social situations? He's A-Okay. Cool as the Fonz.

I, on the other hand, have the jitters. Will he like his teacher?  Will he fit in?  Should I really be giving him Cheetos in his lunch?  Will people think I'm a bad mom for sending junk food?  Do I have to look cute at drop off or can I schlep on over in my scuzzies?

 Is this about him or me?

hi ho, hi ho, it's off to work i go

dottie angel

I've never been one who's afraid of hard work. I'm not big on sweating unless I'm working out, but if it's a job I deem worth doing, I'm all over it.

So I hate to admit that I'm a little scared to face this week.

We are back home. The boy goes back to school tomorrow. Sugar Daddy is headed off to the office. I'm going to start my life as a mother of two babies who are ten months apart in age. I've got to get a handle on this. I need a schedule.

Yesterday I organized the stacks of diapers. Little tiny ones and big ones. Side by side.

I took stock of all the bottles. Again, big ones and little ones. I thought about all the milk that our little family is going to consume over the next few years and I think it may be cheaper to just buy a jersey cow. However, I'm pretty sure livestock are against our homeowners association rules. Tempting though.



I'm going to wear my uniform everyday this week. I'm so much more productive when I wear my aprons. And my mother always told me, if you are going to a new job, look the part.

Even if you don't know what the hell you are doing.