In about two hours, there will be a running clock. I have twenty-four hours of freedom.
86,400 seconds of kidless bliss.
I’m off to meet some pretty amazing bloggers, do some pretty amazing interviews for mamaspod and discuss deep things like global warming, social healthcare, abortion.
Lately each time I sit at the computer, one (or both) of my children have some sort of catastrophe. Then there’s the regular stuff, like bills and emails and whatnot. I guess the short short version is that I’m 1 handed typing (again) and this post has taken, wait, thirty minutes?
1 handed typing takes 4 eva
So, instead of taking another six hours to say my plans for my website (I have planzzz! Finally! A PLAN!) let me tell you of some great people who say things better. And... Read more
Somewhere along the way I got it all wrong. Somewhere I got so competitive with myself that I decided to fail before I started. Somewhere I decided if someone else already did it, I might as well not even try. Because why put myself through the agony and not get the job? Why work on a business when others do it better? Why start a podcasting site when it’s been... Read more
Mr. Flinger and I often take turns with Baby O’s night feedings. There’s the 12-2AM feeding and the 3-5AM feeding. I have the unfortunate side effect of staying awake for hours if my sleep is interrupted while he can pass out pretty much the second the baby is back in his crib, regardless of the status of the baby. This same quality, I noted, is what makes a man fall asleep .2 seconds after sex. There’s magic testosterone, I swear.
I remember thinking that regardless of which “shift” I took with LB, I would inevitably get screwed. If I took the first... Read more
Hey, could someone pick up the girl in the back? She just fainted. Apparently she didn’t expect Mrs. Flinger to ever post again. But look! I’m here! I’ve been here. Well, I’ve been here, actually. I’ve been there for hours upon hours getting ready for our grand opening. I’ve also been here a lot, too.
It’s totally paid off.
LeanneIam won the
It feels so long ago now, the beeping of the monitors, the worry, the stress. So long since I sent updates from my phone from his NICU bedside. Eons since I spontaneously went in to labor. So long since that first time I held him, two... Read more
As long as people keep getting stupid, there will be a Mother F.U.C.K.E.R movement. So people? Here’s installment #2:
Apparently, get this, You aren’t supposed to eat your iphone. Right. Wanna hear that again?
Don’t. Eat. Your. iPhone.
One day in the bath, while Mr. Flinger bathed LB and I bathed Baby O (the “usual” night time routine), he told LB to get up, stand up. I started singing, “Get up, Stand up! Stand up for your rights!” We all sang this song, or rather, this one verse, until bedtime and again the next night feeling so smug with ourselves.
About a week later LB starts singing it on her own. “Get up stand up! Stand up for your lefts.”
At least she knows her opposites.Read more
I came to the coffee shop to get some work done here and here and here. I got comfy with my decaf, sugar free, fat free milk creamer Americano (per this.) and replied to a couple of emails. I opened a new browser tab (thank god for this) and typed in “T-W-I-T…” thinking my browser would bring me to twitter from the history list.
It didn’t. I ended up
Well, whaddy’a know? I missed Day four. Day. Fucking Four, people. And by F’ing four I mean Frogs. (Wait, I’m getting ahead of myself, hang on.)
So, it turns out I chose naked time over posting. I chose a date and a clean house and grocery shopping over posting here yesterday. I picked out the Mexican Restaurant, The Movie, and The Place To Do It, but I did not pick out a topic to write about here. So I won’t be winning any stunning prizes this month. But... Read more