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dear jackson,

yesterday you and i flew home from mimi and gaga’s house after a fantastic trip and memorable celebration that they hosted for you.

child of mine, you are so loved. and as friends and family members congregated last weekend to spoil you and watch you play, i found myself overwhelmed with contentment.

i simply cannot imagine my life without you, sweet jackson. your smile brings me to my knees. your laughter is contagious. it is already apparent what a beautiful heart you have in your precious little body.

jackson, you are so smart and teach me something new everyday… sometimes you show me that i can actually get through this thing called motherhood and keep my head above water.

barely above water… but i’m still breathing.

all of this flooded my mind and heart yesterday, while we were flying 30,000 feet in the air, just you and i, for the very last time, sharing a seat.

you slept the entire flight. this does not happen often. i basked in the glory of holding you in my arms, resting with you as our chests and bellies would rise and fall together in rhythm. i watched your eyelashes flutter and felt your feet twitch.

your daddy’s feet twitch when he sleeps.

i held you close in your blanket that has been with you since your very first few weeks of life. inhaling your scent, watching your purse your lips and then drop your pacifier out of exhaustion.

and i wept. i don’t know if my tears were of joy or sadness… probably both.

thank you for making my life full of purpose.

thank you for being my son.

happy birthday, beautiful one.

i love you,
mom

jackson talks incessantly. i’m grateful because i can see and experience him seeing and experiencing, taking everything in and reporting back.

“i’m ok? i fine.”

“phone. call. pops? mahdaddy?”

“cakes. pan cakes. LIKE cakes!!!”

“crying… CRYING… CRYING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

“dog.”

“TWO dog.”

“all done.”

“yuckies. mom YUCKIES!!!” (tugs at diaper)

“no potty. bath???”

“PLAAAAAAAANE.”

“windy.”

“rain? sun. bright sun.”

“swing. wee. slide.”

“play play play outside.”

“rocks. no throw.”

“dirt. stick. play.”

“baketbawl.”

“soccahbawl.”

“birdie…. CAWWWW!!!!”

“ride? ride? car? NOM NOMS.”

“juice. more juice. more peeeeeeeeas.”

“horn. cow.”

“se-a-me. elmo. ernie. big bird. BIIIIIIIIG bird.”

“moo cow. MOOOOOOOOOOOOO cow.”

“eledents. BIIIIIIIIIG eledents.” (elephant noise)

“i’m ok. i’m ok.”

“mommy up. mommy down. no down.”

“mess.”

“OH NO mess.”

“treat? prize? monkey?” (monkey noise)

“moose. BIIIIIIG moose.”

“foobawl.”

“fubble foobawl.”

“books. frog books. green frogs. jump.”

“suggle??? mom… suggle??? mommy… suggle???”

*heart melts*

“yes baby, let’s go suggle.”

then we lay on the rug in his bedroom and my son crawls and jumps all over me. it’s not exactly “snuggling,” but it works for us.

i haven’t posted much this week. there hasn’t been much that i can say without nearly hacking up a lung. my head is so congested to the point that when i blow my nose, snot comes out of my left tear duct.

like, of my eye… the left tear duct OF MY EYE.

not. even. joking.

according to my doctor, who diagnosed me yesterday with a “wicked sinus infection,” the reason our nose begins to run right after we start crying is due to our sinuses and our tear ducts all being within close proximity of each other. also, according to my doctor, since i can blow snot out of my left tear duct only, i must have a “loose duct,” whatever the hell that means. i didn’t really care. i just wanted my antibiotics and to blow my nose/eye.

my doctor also chuckled and suggested that i join the circus after i showed her how i can blow snot out of my eye, because “only a select few have such a talent.” i didn’t laugh.

a friend of mine on twitter made a reference to my cold as “the epic snot,” and she could not be more correct. i most definitely have snot of epic proportions. and yes, it is so disgusting.

jackson is sick too, which doesn’t make things any easier. being a sick parent at home with a sick child sucks big hairy donkey balls. like, BIG ONES. i feel so bad for jackson because the poor little guy can’t get comfortable, he’s getting his next set of molars, snot drips from his nose, and when he coughs so loudly, a part of my heart breaks off. it’s so sad to watch little ones be sick.

but then i’m sick on top of it… and in my opinion, sickies hit the parent worse than the child. i don’t know if this is because they have a built up killer immune system that has gone and died in a hole in adults by the time we reach are later 20′s, or what, but i feel like ass and then trying to keep up with my son makes me feel like the hole within the ass.

not. good.

both jackson and i have been to the doctor. he has a cold that i’ve been told will last him 2-3 weeks before he is entirely over it. THAT BLOWS. we have a humidifier running in his room. we traumatize him with saline drops in his nose. he has motrin for when his molars are bothering him. and we watch ice age 3 about 14 times a day so that he can be happy while watching the “BIG ELEDENTS” (elephants) his latest obsession.

you can be the one to tell jackson that they are mammoths and not elephants. i can’t crush his little magoo world any more than i already have.

paul has been so diligent and willing to help out in my exhausted state this week, taking time at lunch to come home and help occupy jackson so i can rest. he is currently enduring a tantrum (probably because jackson wants to watch “the eledents” and paul is sick of “the eledents” and holding his own) while i write this post in my comfy bed and cough up phlegm.

so there is snot on my keyboard, tissues on my nightstand, a z-pack on the sink in our bathroom, and groceries that desperately need to be purchased.

and now paul is getting sick. though he has taken airborne all week long, washed his hands constantly, and gone through multiple bottles of hand sanitizer, paul is coming down with this bitch of a cold.

so we’re taking shifts… errands… household duties… disinfecting… parenting… and still trying to take care of ourselves so that we can get well.

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how do you handle it when you’re sick and you have a sick toddler? how do you manage it all? do you manage it all? how much are you able to call upon your partner for help? and when on earth will i get rid of the epic snot?

correction: the amount of friggin dog hair that collects in every single corner and crevice within a 24 hour period in this apartment has blown up our vacuum. after trying to vacuum just now, i had to dig the dog hair out of the nozzle of the vacuum. like stick my fingers in the vacuum for dog hair. this was after the vacuum started emitting an odor of burnt dog hair that i ignored. so gross!

i digress…

when i went to the doctor last week, after getting my pap smeared and all that jazz, my doctor asked me when paul and i were thinking of having our next child.

first of all, why the hell can’t anyone just be content with where people are right NOW in life… when you’ve been dating for a while, people want you engaged… when you’re engaged, they’re practically pushing you down the aisle… then once you’re married, people want a honeymoon pregnancy… and once you blast out one kid, people ask you when you’ll have another.

OH, THE PRESSURE!!!

so, to answer my doctor’s question… “RIGHT THE HELL NOW.”

she laughed at me and then realized that i interpreted her “when are you AND PAUL thinking of having your next child” as “when do YOU wanna get knocked up again?”

no, i am not pregnant. yes, my IUD is still in place and fully intact.

but, i’ve got the bug. the uber-contagious super virus of a baby bug that seems to be plaguing more people than i realized, which of course doesn’t help the situation.

paul knows. and he chuckles at me. i even asked his permission before writing this post, being the ever-so-considerate wife that i am… wondering if i could ANNOUNCE TO THE INTERNETZ THAT I WANT ANOTHER BEBE!!! he still laughed. he wants more children too… eventually.

i want more NOW. i want to be pregnant again NOW. i want the preggers BELLEH again NOW. and i want the little nugglet of a new babe again NOW. i want the magoo to have a sibbling NOW.

i asked jackson if he wanted a little brother or sister. this was the response i got…

i took this to mean, “sure, why not?”

so i’m taking prenatal vitamins because it’s good for me and i like how it makes my skin flawless, my nails grow strong, and my hair shiny.

please excuse me while i go sweep up the mounds of dog hair that just exploded in my face and gag while doing so.

my parents gave us an espresso machine for christmas, which is VERY APPRECIATED as it was MUCH NEEDED in our household. the problem is that paul is classically trained in the operation of the espresso machine (because he read the manual) and i am not (because i don’t read instructions… ever.)

i just attempted to make my first mocha with a double shot of espresso. and i failed. kind of. what i am now drinking does contain chocolate syrup and two + shots of espresso because i overflowed, so i will most likely have the caffeine jitters by the time i hit “publish” on this post.

i should’ve just gotten in the car and gone to starbucks.

though i have what i would call a distinct NEED for coffee (paul would most likely call it an obsession), i am in particular NEED of caffeine to run through my veins at this distinct moment on this distinct monday for the following reasons…

- the weekend didn’t work out as we had intended. originally, paul and i were going to go away and ski for the weekend. i bailed. why? because i didn’t want to pack yet another suitcase. i’ve been living out of suitcases since november and the thought of packing another one and prepping just for a short weekend getaway gave me a panic attack and made me consider cutting my wrists (the incorrect way, don’t worry.)

- instead of going to bed early on friday night to catch up on the sleep that i have not been getting over the last 2 months, i stayed up til 1 am with my husband, drinking beer and watching conan’s last show. paul and i took a trip to nyc a few years ago and stood in line to be audience members in one of conan’s shows, but we honestly weren’t HUGE conan fans. yeah, what NBC is doing is totally dick and jay leno is a douche, but we knew that already.

- the magoo ended up spewing liquid out of both ends of his body because he was fed expired hummus (the individual who fed said expired hummus to the magoo shall remain nameless.) needless to say, this made things very NOT fun for saturday evening and into sunday. multiple loads of puke and diarrhea laundry is not my idea of a good time. in addition to the extra laundry, a horrendous diaper rash now festers on my son’s bum.

- i’ve been contacted with regards to a potentially STABLE freelancing gig as a blogger, and i’m sweating bullets over it because it could be ABSOLUTELY AWESOME. those of you who blog, freelance, or just dream of “working” while sitting on your couch, not wearing a bra and drinking a crappy mocha know what i mean. i can say no more about this potential opportunity because my palms are already dripping with sweat and i don’t want to short-circuit my keyboard. also, i could jinx it.

- i’m in the midst of my anxiety meds being adjusted, which is never an easy experience. regardless of what you may take medication for, adjusting any bit of it, whether it’s the dosage or switching to an entirely different drug, is so hard to do. this is why they call it “chemistry” and why i came THIS CLOSE to failing it in high school. every teeny milligram, even part of a milligram of the medication needs to be JUST RIGHT in order for it to balance out what is currently imbalanced in mah head. this process, when it works, can take up to weeks to see “improvement.” it’s not a fun process for me or for those around me, cuz they never know when i’m goina go all wack-a-doo on their asses… or just not be able to get out of bed.

- on a similar note, i’m getting to spend countless hours each day finding a shrink who takes my insurance. currently there are none within a 60 mile radius of where we live. that’s the bad news. the good news is that my family practitioner (who i saw last week) is helping me as much as possible to use her resources to find me someone to purge my shit on.

- this maryland weather is so messed up and it’s messing with mah head. i need to see the sun. i NEED to. it can be cold as hell out (well, hell supposedly isn’t cold… i’ll report back once i learn for sure) point being, as long as i can see sunshine, i’m good. lately, if the sun peaks out here, it lasts for about 25 minutes and then it’s gone for 25 days. not so good.

- the magoo bed/crib situation is still sucking. this of course is unless paul is home, and then all is well with the world. the magoo sleeps 2 + hours, wakes up happy as a clam, and doesn’t make me absolutely distain toddlerville. when paul is not home, we have what i now refer to as the magoo-monster. this does NOT make for good nap times, which does NOT make for fun afternoons and makes me absolutely loathe toddlerville and all that comes with it. the magoo-monster is manipulating and playing the favorite parent game.

so those are my reasons for needing an abundance of caffeine. i have now consumed 85% of my mocha and all i have left is chocolate syrup.

just hook me up to an IV next time.

i’m a strategist when it comes to parking lots. when galavanting around this lovely town of annapolis in my itty bitty VW hatchback (complete with “peace and love” bumper sticker), i park with an agenda.

my car becomes a puzzle piece and it must fit juuuuuuuuust right.

when turning into a grocery store parking lot, i always find a spot near the grocery cart puter-awayer if not directly next to it. this way i can get the magoo settled in the car, load my loot in the car and then pop my cart over in the puter-awayer within a super short amount of time.

it’s quite remarkable actually, and i do commend my own timeliness.

when driving into a mall parking lot, i hunt for a parking spot that does not have another vehicle next to it. this way i can flip out the magoo’s stroller, plop magoo in said stroller, snag the diaper bag and any items i may be returning with maximum space around me and not fearing that i will scratch anyone else’s automobile.

when driving to a restaurant… lately this has just been to panera as panera is currently the meca for all parents during lunch time, i park next to a garbage can. this is because, like my husband, i too carry my beverage (let’s just say a sierra mist) to my car for a few final sips… but unlike my husband, i do not like beverages in my car. the spill factor is too much for me to handle when driving while jackson is throwing toys for me to pick up and give back to him. so i get my final few sips in and then toss my beverage in the trash can instead of leaving it on the ground next to the wheel of someone else’s car.

point being, i park with a purpose.

today, post-panera-lunching with jackson, we scoot through the parking lot to drop off a prescription to be filled (since i saw my doc yesterday and am addressing my grief and awesome anxiety). since i had no groceries to purchase, i did NOT park with my typical intentions and therefore parked like every other non-wackadoo human being on the face of the planet.

i parked wherever there was an empty spot.

it is when i am bent over 1/2 in the backseat of my car, one leg in the car and one leg out of the car, unbuckling the magoo from his car seat that this elderly woman CLOSES MY CAR DOOR ON MY LEG.

“excuse me,” i said to her as she attempted to squeeze in between my now nearly closed car door and her diagonally parked cadillac.

she says nothing.

dressed in what looks to be her sunday best for a trip to the grocery store, cranberry colored winter coat to match her cranberry colored prescription sunglasses and cranberry colored cane, it dawns on me that she did not hear me.

so i repeat myself…

“EXCUSE ME,” i said again still with my car door closed on my leg.

she acknowledges me, “i’m just trying to get by, kiddo,” she says.

KIDDO?!?!?

now i’m mad. she finds her way to the end of her cadillac and goes along, most likely NOT expecting me to talk back to my elders.

WRONG!!!

“excuse me,” i said for the third time. “could you not have waited the 45 seconds it takes for me to get my KIDDO out of his car seat before CLOSING MY CAR DOOR ON MY LEG?!?”

with the magoo now out of the car and on my hip, the elderly woman glares at me and says, “well aren’t you a little young and sassy to have a child of your own?”

my jaw drops and she walks away.

UGH!!! YEAH LADY, I’M ALSO YOUNG AND SASSY ENOUGH TO LEAVE A DIRTY DIAPER ON YOUR SWEET BOAT OF A CADDY TOO.