Monday, February 8th 2010
So I’m Not Her. OR Her. Whatever.

J-Mom has moved out. She took her cat. (of course.) LaLa, my sister, came to unpack her and may never get to leave thanks to the weather and the mystifying inability of the airport to fix some persistent technical difficulties. But that’s okay. We like her, and she can stay.

Duke is hardest hit. He loves my mom, in his big quiet dog way. Whenever I come home now – without her –  he looks at me like, “Oh. Great. You’re not HER.” And then he stomps off to pout about it. That’s getting old. I told him that women really hate that sort of vibe. The ‘you’re not HER’ vibe, and the stomping and the pouting. But he didn’t care.

Her new house doesn’t have a fence yet, so he can’t go visit. If this keeps up, I will put up that fence mySELF just to get the dog to stop it.

I put up a fence once. For a dog. With my dad. QUITE enjoyed the experience and could totally do it again.

I wish I had time this week to just whip up a good fence. But I managed to sign up to help or do unnecessarily complicated things for THREE Valentines parties and no, I don’t know what I was thinking. No one ASKED me to just be crazy like that. Two of the parties are at the same time. And? Not at the same place.

And I’m getting a late start on the ‘write your name on the Valentines’ project. It’s always best at this house to start that really early , like April.  That way,  they just have to do a couple a night and then they’re all ready. What usually happens is I totally forget and then make the sweet babies write their names 9000 times until they’re all cramped up and crying and begging for bed. Or that’s how it seems.

All in the name of love.

Also in the name of love. Kim-15 yr is coming for a visit. She’s trying to decide if we’re a good family for her to live with in the future.

No pressure or anything.

And, to make things just a bit worse,  she’s really mad at us.

Don’t know why, this time, but we’ll get the details tomorrow.

Her big issue is actually similar to Duke’s. The ‘oh great. You’re still. not. HER. ‘ thing. “Her” being the biological mom that I cannot be.    And that’s okay.  That’s understandable.

So I’m not ‘her.’ And I can’t cook. These things are definitely not in my favor. But I make up for it in other mom-like ways like helping with too many school parties, and making Valentines  SO MUCH FUN YOU’LL HATE IT AND WHY IS MY NAME SOOOOO LONG, AND OW WITH THE HAND CRAMP MOM.

But maybe she’ll visit and decide it’ll work and is worth trying.

You don’t have to do the sign-your-name-Valentine- Torture when you’re 15 anyway.


5 Comments on “So I’m Not Her. OR Her. Whatever.”

February 8th, 2010
4:24 pm

Will be praying for the visit.

February 9th, 2010
2:40 pm

I will pray for a good visit.

February 9th, 2010
4:45 pm

Here’s hoping for a wonderful visit and a limited number of hand cramps.

February 10th, 2010
7:31 pm

Hoping the visit goes well!

February 19th, 2010
11:31 pm

I need to keep up with your blog more often! How’d the visit go? I think you’re a wonderful mom and you can cook ~ remember the yummy chocolate truffles? BTW, you can whip up another batch for me anytime you’d like. Hugs!

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