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I haven’t been on a high school campus this much since I weighed 105 pounds and thought I was fat.

The past several weeks have featured shuttling paperwork dedicated to Aidan’s future high school. Back and forth we go with this form, that form, and oh. One more form. It’s a scary place for a first-time mom of a high school person.

The scariest place of all is the parking lot, and it’s not just because of the drivers.

Read all about it at Mile High Mamas! Lend me your support! Tell me it’s going to be okay, but only if you think it will be okay.

March 15th, 2011 | Category: Life | Comments are closed

I’m still standing, but I’ll do it while lying down

Sam thinks of life in terms of percentages.

If I ask how he liked dinner, he might say, “42%.”

Oddly, this makes sense to me. I know exactly where 42% ranks. It’s on par with a Denny’s side salad. There’s nothing horrendously wrong with it, but it’s pretty underwhelming. Even with ranch.

I am still not feeling well. It’s been almost three weeks of blah, better, blah, kill me now, improving, I want my mommy, perky enough, blah. I’d say I am at 62% right now.

To those who don’t speak Sam, that’s like a luke warm chicken strip from Wendy’s.

I managed to get out of the house today. I wasn’t a huge threat to public health, but I refused to shake a woman’s hand when I dropped off another round of paperwork at Aidan’s future high school. I have a conscience. I had to get some sick supplies from the store: honey, yogurt, popsicles, french bread.

Ultimately, I overdid it.

When I walked through the door, my husband (who is also sick) took one look at me and sent me back to bed. I’ve got the laptop, my blankie, and burning eyes.

I am frustrated.

March 10th, 2011 | Category: Life | 11 comments

Does Starbucks have a line of nursing bras?

Forgive me. I have a fever right now.

I keep thinking about nursing while feverish. I think of a lot of things when I have a fever—things I’d normally never consider.

I wonder if fevers increase the temperature of breast milk? Enough to notice? I think so. Common sense. If the receptacle is hot, it will transfer to the liquid. All those molecules will start to dance faster and get all up in your face, yo.

Teddy has been drinking steamed milk all day. This could be my elevated body temperature talking, but I swear I saw steam rise. If I chug a bottle of hazelnut or vanilla syrup, he can have Baby’s First Flavored Steamed Milk for the rock bottom price of almost free. Take that, Starbucks.

Anyway. Me have a fever.

I will probably push the publish button, against my better judgment. Prayers for healing and clarity are more than welcome.

March 7th, 2011 | Category: Life | 10 comments
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