disjointed crabcakes and other compound words...

So my HD wants some BJ action, and I am all up for the quickie, but other secretions...?

Oh that got your attention did it? Sorry to say folks but this is not a sex blog it IS a mommy blog so go find some bunny action elsewhere.

I am having a pre-K issue; issue meaning, I think my daughter's teacher is either on crack or doing triple shots of espresso every-freaking-hour. Really though she talks like 90 miles per minute and every time I ask her about a field trip I'm not sure if she gave me the date or said she'd call me later. It is worse than waiting for a one night stand to return your call.

So (the teacher) Miss D finally called me, at work by the way, and proceeded to put me on hold. For the 2 minutes I was on hold I imagined every possible mutilation that BG might be experiencing. The "sitch" pick your kid up 15 minutes early because Miss D has a meeting. WTF, then in real speak...What the Fuck!! (no kids around realization I could curse out loud).

Ahh the life of pre-K. I am also currently having a bout of the terrible twos. BB is determined to throw one hellacious fit the minute I walk through the door. He is an angel for grandma, decent for dad, good around strangers, and the spawn of evil for mommy.

I love my life, my kids, the pre-K crack addict, I really do. It keeps life, after my boring 50 hours a week, sane. If I didn't have the chaos I might get complacent and think this is actually a great place to get comfortable. I might forget that at the heart of it I am this crazy sorta hippie, completely bohemian artist. I might forget that I'd rather have my kids say "my mom was this crazy artist with integrity." vs "My mom the ops sup she worked a lot, and boy did we throw some parties..."

This blog is disjointed at best. I am in the process of evaluating being 30+ and deciding where to go from here. I'll try to be more intelligible later, until then Peace..Love..Green Chile and Crab Cakes (MD style). -out

Separation Anxiety & the Hokey Pokey

My head is spinning, this time next week Saturday morning cartoons will have a whole new meaning. Ok, so maybe I am over exaggerating, but weekends in general will have a new feel. My Bebe Girl and her 4 year old self will be starting pre-K.

The Pre-K program here is supposed to be one of the best in the country. "Pre-K and Early Head Start Programs Enhance Children's Development" you can find out information regarding these programs nation wide at Education Atlas.

That little factoid does not stop me from being more nervous than a mouse in a rattlesnake cage! My baby is going to school! I am having some severe separation anxiety. Okay, okay so it is only 3 hours a day in the afternoon, 5 days a week. Wait that's like 15 independent from mommy hours, wowsa! Well really I am going to be pretty active as a volunteer parent. I plan on going to every field trip, and special event. How can I not. Well only 15-16 more years of this, (and that's not including college for both kids).

It's not like I am traveling to an alternate dimension to which no mommy has traveled before, I know that. Don't judge, just let this mommy have some anxiety, and then after I drop BG off I'll do the hokey pokey and turn myself around, because that is what it is all about. PLGC -out