Friday, January 28, 2011

Sick, Blegh

I remember a day, before I started my own meandering tribute to minutia, when I would jealously read my friends' blogs and dream about the wonderful life they ALL seemed to be living. I too wanted to be endlessly going to apple orchards or pumpkin orchards or strawberry patches with my children and taking crazy cute pictures of them on hayrides. I wanted to be going on the fabulous vacations they were indefinitely taking. But to make matters worse, I just knew, for the long stretches they weren't posting anything, it just meant they were too busy giggling all day to write down their comings and goings. Oh, those happy families with their adorable children, giggling and hayriding all day.

But now, while I don't know the details behind their seemingly endless joy, I know that, for me, my sometimes absence just means I have NOTHING going on. Since coming home from the Christmas holidays, all I can say about my life is that I seem to have spent the last month chained to my home office desk with a cold that doesn't seem to abate. I'm not really complaining, except that I really hate this DUMB cold; but for anyone who maybe thinking, "Oh that Sara, she leads such a glamorous life," just know that I don't. I'm not doing anything super cool except for providing for my family and using up an abhorrent amount of tissue - 2 full rolls of toilet paper so far - isn't that absolutely grotesque?

Sunday, January 2, 2011

Suckahs and Lollipops

I was with my sister and nephews the other night in the car trying to make conversation with a 5 and 8-year old. My nephew Eddie (the former of the two boys) recently started kindergarten and while he's not a trouble maker, he's definitely not in love with the institution. He's lucky though. The majority of his class stays for all-day kindergarten, but because of his lack of enthusiasm and the fact that you have to pay for the second half of the day, Eddie gets to go home after lunch. I asked him if he said, "See ya suckahs" to his classmates before leaving, to which my sister hit my leg and told me not to teach them such things. Eddie said "no" and then he and his brother proceeded to think of other things he could tell his classmates on the way out the door. My favorite being, "See ya lollipops!" I'm so grateful for the innocence of these young boys (not that suckahs is really all that bad) and that to them suckahs are still linked with lollipops and other sweet treats.