Dear Self-Control,
I'm sorry, but you are really getting on my nerves, lately! I've been craving chocolate for the last three weeks, yet every time I go to the store and walk by the candy, I can't bring myself to buy any! I have thoughts like, "Oh, I really don't need this right now," or "Maybe next time." I think the worst was when I went to go pick up a pint of ice cream (with the intention of buying some B&J's Phish Phood) and I found myself looking at the nutritionals of another brand! I ended up getting Breyer's Strawberry! COME ON! All I want is some chocolate yet you won't let me have some! Just leave me alone.
Hoping to abandon you,
Nomes
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Thursday, July 24, 2008
To a Sleeping Child
Dear Sleeping Child,
As I wait for your older brother to finish his bedtime ritual, I notice you asleep in your bed. I decide to watch you for a moment. You look so peaceful. Your breathing is so soft and it is fun to watch you with your slightly open mouth and your kool-aid mustache leftover from dinner. I notice that you don't suck your thumb while you sleep anymore. That's a good thing, sweet boy. Although, maybe not so good, as it means you are growing up. I wonder what you dreaming about, if you are dreaming at all. Is it about your beloved trains or are you dreaming about playing with your brothers and sister in the morning? You don't stir as I lean over and give you kisses on your forehead, on each of your cheeks, on your hand. You are a dear, sweet boy even when you aren't sleeping and I love you. Thanks for being my son.
Good night,
Mom
As I wait for your older brother to finish his bedtime ritual, I notice you asleep in your bed. I decide to watch you for a moment. You look so peaceful. Your breathing is so soft and it is fun to watch you with your slightly open mouth and your kool-aid mustache leftover from dinner. I notice that you don't suck your thumb while you sleep anymore. That's a good thing, sweet boy. Although, maybe not so good, as it means you are growing up. I wonder what you dreaming about, if you are dreaming at all. Is it about your beloved trains or are you dreaming about playing with your brothers and sister in the morning? You don't stir as I lean over and give you kisses on your forehead, on each of your cheeks, on your hand. You are a dear, sweet boy even when you aren't sleeping and I love you. Thanks for being my son.
Good night,
Mom
To Baby
Dearest Sweet Baby,
Thank you so much for making me slow down from my hectic schedule of unpacking and cleaning to take the time and dance with you to the rhythm of the washing machine. I will always treasure that moment of you snuggling against my shoulder and the two of us twisting and swaying. I love you, baby. Try not to grow up to the point where you don't like washing machine dancing. Because I know I'll always love it.
Love,
Mom
Thank you so much for making me slow down from my hectic schedule of unpacking and cleaning to take the time and dance with you to the rhythm of the washing machine. I will always treasure that moment of you snuggling against my shoulder and the two of us twisting and swaying. I love you, baby. Try not to grow up to the point where you don't like washing machine dancing. Because I know I'll always love it.
Love,
Mom
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
To the Stargate Television Show
To the Stargate Television Show (and all other forms of mindless escapism),
Hold on while I adjust my geek glasses...
Thank you so much for giving me something to keep my mind off of my husband's long absence. While I am following your show and your "intricate" story lines I don't think about loneliness or sadness. You are not my only form of distraction (I do have friends, projects, and fun family activities to keep me busy) I do appreciate the ease with which I can access you and watch you in my bed at night when there isn't anything else to do but think about things. Thanks for the laughs, the eye-rolling, and the eye candy. I honestly think that this deployment might have gone much slower had it not been for you. And between ten years worth of episodes of SG-1 and coming up on four years of Atlantis, you have kept my time watching you quite varied.
Oh, and Doctor, when you return in April, I'm all yours! *hugs the TV*
Yes, well, enough of my silly fangirling, but even adult mothers need to have some guilty pleasures in their lives. Thanks for being that guilty pleasure.
Completely ashamed that she knows what DHDs, GDOs, P-90s and all of the rest are,
Nomes
Hold on while I adjust my geek glasses...
Thank you so much for giving me something to keep my mind off of my husband's long absence. While I am following your show and your "intricate" story lines I don't think about loneliness or sadness. You are not my only form of distraction (I do have friends, projects, and fun family activities to keep me busy) I do appreciate the ease with which I can access you and watch you in my bed at night when there isn't anything else to do but think about things. Thanks for the laughs, the eye-rolling, and the eye candy. I honestly think that this deployment might have gone much slower had it not been for you. And between ten years worth of episodes of SG-1 and coming up on four years of Atlantis, you have kept my time watching you quite varied.
Oh, and Doctor, when you return in April, I'm all yours! *hugs the TV*
Yes, well, enough of my silly fangirling, but even adult mothers need to have some guilty pleasures in their lives. Thanks for being that guilty pleasure.
Completely ashamed that she knows what DHDs, GDOs, P-90s and all of the rest are,
Nomes
Thursday, February 7, 2008
To the Pause Button
Dearest Live TV Pause Button,
Thank you so much for existing. I can't even begin to express my gratitude to the increase in peace and harmony you have brought to our small family. Now, when it is time for meals, I no longer hear, "but I love this show, Mom! Can't we just finish it?" Also, you are very useful for when I need to take a call. I can talk with my friends and acquaintances and not miss the newscast/movie/sci-fi nerd flick I am watching.
In short, thank you for letting us do more things without excluding the all-powerful and wonderful Boob Tube.
Sincerely,
Nomes
Thank you so much for existing. I can't even begin to express my gratitude to the increase in peace and harmony you have brought to our small family. Now, when it is time for meals, I no longer hear, "but I love this show, Mom! Can't we just finish it?" Also, you are very useful for when I need to take a call. I can talk with my friends and acquaintances and not miss the newscast/movie/sci-fi nerd flick I am watching.
In short, thank you for letting us do more things without excluding the all-powerful and wonderful Boob Tube.
Sincerely,
Nomes
Monday, January 14, 2008
To My Children
Dearest Children,
Thank you so very much for filling the required amount of seats necessary for me to legally drive in the diamond lane. If not for you, we would still be in the city during rush hour.
Loving (most of the time) that you children take up space,
Mom
Thank you so very much for filling the required amount of seats necessary for me to legally drive in the diamond lane. If not for you, we would still be in the city during rush hour.
Loving (most of the time) that you children take up space,
Mom
Monday, November 26, 2007
To 5:00pm
Dear 5:00 (of the post meridian persuasion),
What is it about you that turns perfectly lovely children into crazy, loud, lunatics? It seems, at least in our household anyway, that whenever you come around the kids just go nuts. One minute they're playing happily and quietly, the next they are screaming about something-or-other, or else running around in circles. I'm really having a hard time grasping the meaning of this change in behavior.
I know that it is probably unintentional on your part, and I know that it is impossible to keep you from coming around the house every night, but couldn't you do something to keep the children calm? Because when the Crazy Children arrive, Monster Mommy is not far behind and I am not so terribly fond of her, either.
Getting the riot gear ready for your arrival,
Nomes
What is it about you that turns perfectly lovely children into crazy, loud, lunatics? It seems, at least in our household anyway, that whenever you come around the kids just go nuts. One minute they're playing happily and quietly, the next they are screaming about something-or-other, or else running around in circles. I'm really having a hard time grasping the meaning of this change in behavior.
I know that it is probably unintentional on your part, and I know that it is impossible to keep you from coming around the house every night, but couldn't you do something to keep the children calm? Because when the Crazy Children arrive, Monster Mommy is not far behind and I am not so terribly fond of her, either.
Getting the riot gear ready for your arrival,
Nomes
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