Poor Little Bunny

I want my mommy.

I’m sick and I’m a mom, and I totally really want my mom. I want someone to “mother” me.

What is it to “mother?”

I think it’s to inherently know exactly what your child need’s at a given moment.

It’s a timing thing.

To know when to insert oneself into the flow of life and say “I know you better than you know yourself” and you need to REST.

Yeah. I think that’s it.

MAKE ME rest as only a mother can do.

I am Mother.  I can make me REST.


Hmm… deep thoughts on NyQuil.  Don’t try this at home.



The New England Tundra

My children are back at school after two weeks of being home, and I could NOT be happier.

The week they were sick was terrible because they were bored out of their minds and terribly uncomfortable and then this past week was vacation week so we went to Maine and stayed in my mom’s weenie apartment and played cards in leu of the bahama’s trip I had planned (in my mind, packed along side my fit and svelte bikini body with my eight pack, that’s right I said eight because i photographed a woman who had eight yes eight and I have coveted her body every day since and think about it as i shove more comfort food down my throat and FREEZE in the TUNDRA that is New England).

This is the Tundra———->

Since my mothers crowded apartment is not half as fun as the Bahama’s we had to create our own thrills so one day we ended up at Dr. Farrands office (he was my childhood doc) because both of my kids who were were supposed to be on the mend were still feeling yucky and having ear aches (it was day fourteen of feeling lousy).  I too felt pretty lousy but who really cares about me? I’m just the mom who has to do the stuff she never wants to do anyways (like get up) but do it with a sick belly, sore throat, chills, aches, etc because that’s what mom’s do.  PS: before I was flying solo as a parent if my wasband was sick on top of it all? – OH.  OH LORDY…lets just say MAN COLD,  poor little bunny.

The Doc took us without an appointment (because he is awesome and this is why my little sister named her first born after him- not kidding) and so he looked us over and took everyones temp and asked the proper questions. He looked into their ears and declared secondary infection for Shaw with some possible fluid behind the ear.  As i sat there going over the history of the past two weeks I mentioned all of our symptoms including the pimples that had broken out on Manon’s face and next thing i know we were getting strep tests…including me (and yes- we were all positive).

As I said goodbye to the little germ carriers this morning I warned them against the evils of touching anything without using the industrial sized Purrell I had duct taped around their waists.  I am officially OVER winter in New England and need to hear a shout out for all of those who are with me.

This is the time of year when people will say “spring is just around the corner” and I have to stop myself from giving them a NASTY look.  It just can’t come soon enough…