It is past time that I pull off the band-aid that is Cafemom. I think my blogging went down the crapper the day I joined Cafemom.
I joined it to get advice and found it was the website equivalent of the Jerry Springer show. And it was fun to watch for a while. But I can only read so many arguments about breastfeeding, vaccinations, circumcision and discipline before I realize that the same people are making the same asinine comments. Or maybe they are all interchangeable. It seems like it.
I met a few very nice people on CM, but it is filled with so many nasty people. I don't think I have met any nasty people while blogging. I also have more of a sense of community and connection with fellow bloggers that I don't get on Cafemom.
I'm torn between deleting my account completely or deleting all but the groups with cooking and homemade cleaner recipes.
Of course Facebook has been calling much louder than it used to.
Azure had her birthday on April 12th and I never even posted about it. Her birthday fell on Easter.
When I was playing with the idea of her birthday post, I thought about saying it's not every year that one's birthday falls on a holiday.
Then I realized that if one's birthday is on, say, a set holiday, like Christmas, one's birthday does fall on a holiday every year.
Azure is ten now, and the last ten years have really flown. She is hitting puberty and it makes me sad. It makes me want to freeze time.
As much as I might vent and say that my kids make me batty, I know these are also some of the best years of my life. Before I know it the last two will be out the door and I will finally have my clean house, but a whole lot less laughter.
Speaking of laughter, I have a few of the latest Sammyisms.
It sounds like he is my favorite child the way I write about him. It's not that. It's only that he is so darned funny, to me anyway.
He has been losing a lot of teeth. Both of his two front teeth are gone and some bottom teeth.
He asked me if the tooth fairy had a cash register. Then he got mad because the tooth fairy took his tooth and he wanted to buy it back.
The other day he was digging in my purse and I heard him say, "Oh for me, thank you. Does it have wheat?"
I looked over and he was holding a tampon.
He is extremely curious about anything and everything, mostly about how things work. The other day he wanted to talk about being on the moon.
He wanted to know if he would float on the moon and if water would float on the moon. Last but not least, he wanted to know if he tied the cat to a rope if she would float on the moon. Run, kitty, run!
Speaking of the kitty, she had a surprise for us, five to be exact. Approximately six weeks after showing up, Jane had a litter of kittens. They are just starting to get cute. If I EVER find my camera cable, I'll post some pics.
My husband already agreed to let my daughter keep one. Sucker!
I know I have commented on Facebook that turning forty feels like being a carton of milk that has gone past its due date.
It does. It really does!
My bad life choices are catching up with me with a vengeance. My knees hurt. My shoulders hurt. I have a cold I can't shake off.
It's time to eat more veggies and get back in an exercise routine. It's time to take vitamins and supplements.
I am very, very unhappy with myself at the moment.
But I will end on a positive note. I did the Susan G Komen walk and my friends and relatives were generous enough to donate $155.00. Hooray. Next year I want to set my fund raising goal higher. But every little bit helps and I'm quite happy with what I did make.