Temporary? Insanity

Not only is Emma brimming with self-confidence, but she’s doing her darnedest to instill some in her mother. My days are slowly filling with comments of…
“Nice job, Mom!”
“Thank you Mommy!”
“You did it!”
“It’s okay. You clean it later.”
“Aww…owie head Mommy? I kiss it better. There. You all better!”
“Hooray! Hooray!”
And the penultimate…the spontaneous expression of, “I love you Mommy!” With accompanying fiercely sincere hug.
I was pondering this a little this morning, and had one of those sudden lightning strikes of inspiration that[...]

Me: I love you Emma!Emma: I love you Mommy!Me: I love you bigger!Emma: I love you bigger Mommy!Me: You’re wonderful!Emma: I’m wonderful!

I’m feeling kind of shallow today. Thinking more about what colour I should paint my toenails than about what I should do to make this a happy home for my kids, blah blah blah.
Toe nail colour matters too, right?
Having had three bowls of Corn Pops for breakfast this morning, I’ve recommitted, again, to losing weight. I really don’t enjoy looking at pictures of myself and realizing that at the oh so mature age of 28 (ha), I’ve yet to[...]

…for a brief announcement.
I am loved!
I don’t know when it snuck up on me, but it’s true. I actually have…gasp…friends. I’m starting to believe they like me for me, and not for the fact that I make awesome cookies.
I went to a playgroup today that I hadn’t attended in over a month. And an acquaintance on the verge of becoming a friend ran up to me and gave me a big hug! And squeezed my hands[...]

Neil relented! In that typical way of his, that says he’s letting me have my way for the sake of letting me have my way, NOT because I actually persuaded him or anything. Heaven forbid!
I am definitely sold on the idea of a Dyson, but Neil balked at that. He said we can get one when we replace the cheap twenty year old carpets in this place with something new.
So we’re going with the Bissell Momentum,[...]

…and perchance to forget that Emma ripped open a freezer gel pack with her teeth, dying portions of my lovely new bedspread bright blue.
Fear not, she is alive and unscathed. Though perhaps emotionally traumatized by the sight of her mother lovingly fingering the marred quilty softness of her most recent home decor love affair, tears springing to her eyes, fists clenching and unclenching in a spasmodic fashion.
The dryer is currently humming away, and I live in hope, likely vain[...]

No, I’m not feeling crummy about myself again. No, I’m not going gothic on you. I’ve got a different sort of problem.
It manifests itself in weird choking type sounds, hairballs, and bits of debris everywhere.
No, it’s not a cat. But I may as well have a cat for how thoroughly gross my carpets are right now.
Yup. My vacuum cleaner is dying a slow, tortured death. We’ve tried to revive it with a new bag, even[...]

So if you read my pathetic whining post last night, you’ll see that I went on a major fishing expedition. I hunted me down some love, affection, prayers, and some sweet pats on the head as well.
The next time Neil expresses confusion or bogglement over my dedication to the blogging side of my life, I’m going to pull up last night’s post and corresponding comments for him to peruse.
Because then, he might get it.
Whenever I’m coming out of one of[...]

Alas, my happy-go-lucky streak came to a screaming halt today.
Literally. There was screaming.
Combining tapioca pudding, potting soil, and a headache of monumental proportions makes for a very cranky Kim.
Add to that not a single e-mail or phone call all day, and paranoid delusions start to set it. Maybe, just maybe, I’m not as awesome as I was starting to hope I was.
I’m torn between wanting to cry and wanting to laugh at what a silly schmuck I am. This is[...]

I had fun with my new camera today.
I’m a bit behind on…well, just about everything blog related. I’ve got about forty or so blogs to read and comment on. Unanswered e-mails up the ying-yang (I have no idea what that expression means by the way, I just like the sound of it), and absolutly no desire to tackle any of it.
I adore reading blogs. Really I do. But I’ve been having fun the past day or[...]