Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Me, in progress

Lately I've been feeling like I should prop up one of those neon yellow signs in front of me that says, "Under construction. Please excuse the mess." Between the lack of sleep, the husband-health-stress, the inability to exercise and, you know, aging, I am not feeling like myself. At all. But I've had a few wonderful, totally selfish moments over the past couple of weeks that are giving me hope that a person may emerge one day that resembles a me I like.

It all started when my husband noticed how fried I've been and surprised me by taking me to a hotel for a night. AND DROPPING ME OFF. ALONE. AND HANDING ME A ROOM KEY AND DRIVING AWAY WITH THE KIDS. When I got up to the room, there was a bottle of wine chilling, a People Magazine, and a card telling me to order room service and watch a movie. I promptly burst into some of the happiest tears of my life. I watched a movie he'd never watch with me, slept diagonally in the bed and still managed to wake up at all the times the kids usually do, but this time I could just chuckle to myself and go back to sleep. Damn, it was good. Later, I told him that leaving me alone in a hotel room was probably the single most romantic thing he's ever done.

To all three of my male readers, DO THIS FOR YOUR WIFE. To everyone else, leave this post up and out in a conspicuous place in your house where your husband will see it. Like, the bathroom. Trust me, for helping me put myself back together, this was the next best thing to a photofacial and a boob lift.

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Back, boobs, it's all good.

My husband sniffed this one out on a recent trip to the aquarium. We decided that perhaps this mom's obvious lack of a bra was due to the supportive effect of the back brace. Thoughts?

Saturday, April 3, 2010


Remember when, way back in the very beginning of the year, I said I was going to revamp my inconsequential little corner of cyberspace? Well, I DID IT! (Or rather, I had fabulous, talented people do it. Since I am neither. Thank you, oh gifted ones.)

I should really be less excited about this. I mean, seriously, I'm a grown woman. But the fact that my blog no longer looks like it was designed by the blonde technophobe that I am is causing me some serious giddiness. I keep going back to look at it, and every time I do, I get a little flip in my stomach, like falling in love. Am I making you uncomfortable? Ok, I'll stop now. (But it's really cute, right?)