I’m not going to be funny today, go read someone else’s blog, I got some great ones in my blogroll, go check m out!

Today I am thankful and thus sappy, no sarcasm and lots of sentiment.

I got a package in the mail today, not unannounced however still somewhat unexpected. It all started when I bought a crochet bunny boy and almost gave him a girls name. Go read the last paragraph and then Kristy’s comment. I was all like: “That would be the most awesome thing in the world!”  Then i thought: “Yeah right, she’s totally being sarcastic”. To be sure I mailed her: “Are you serious?” and she replied: “Yeah, totally” and then, still skeptical I was like: “Cool, here’s my address but we’ll see.”  I have trust issues, I know. Is it something about the way I was raised I can’t believe someone would do something, anything just because they can, not because they have to, are asked to, bribed into or paid for? I try to be selfless like that. I try to distance myself from the example my parents set and live more by the way Kristy showed me today. (resenting parents for never calling to just say hi but only when they need something? YES, but today is not about them).

I know this is sappy, but I’m not done yet.

I got all teary eyed when I opened the package and this was the first thing I saw:

no way, no fucking way, i can't believe she actually crocheted a girl bunny for me!

yep, she did….

Carry pops out the box, Snickers faints, my son " on top of things" and catches Snickers

I try to explain to my son how special it is someone from the other (literally) side of the world crocheted a  girl bunny for me after reading my little insignificant .nl blog. He was not so much impressed by it, or by the bunny boobs or by, i don’t know, elephants crossing the street. Because: why wouldn’t these things happen, right? Well because the usually don’t , not to me anyway.

This? this is the sweetest thing. thank you Kristy.

Carry, very lady like with her legs crossed. Snickers not so much a gentleman with his left hand on her butt. Look at him smile from ear to ear...

Now I got to check on “the kids” , no funny business on the first night, right? Bunnies, OMG!

I’ve tried every melody and no matter how much I love my iPhone, the sound of  an alarm in the morning sounds like it is coming straight from hell. I nudge Herman out of bed YOU shower first and I start thinking of what to wear. This gives me about 20 minutes extra bed time. Because it takes me 10 minutes to win from the ” call in sick” ” pretend to have overslept” excuses I want to use so I can stay, lay, sleep *sigh*
Of course the only thing I want to wear I have to iron first, so I get up, tell my son to go brush his teeth  and I go upstairs to find the dress I want on the bottom of the (huge) pile of  clean laundry.
If Mo has a play date today I’ll catch up on folding and ironing laundry. The first 5 minutes in the shower I keep my eyes closed to cheat an extra couple of minutes of sleep. so tired. Maybe if Mo has a play date I’ll take a nap on the couch. I remember the new shoes I bought, I need to wear those shoes, that don’t match the dress. I spend another 10 minutes deciding what actually goes with the shoes. I really need more clothes,….. and more closet space.

At work as I get my hand caught in the cookie jar I promise myself I will spend the afternoon doing an early work out, dust off the bootcamp DVD and leave the pilates for tonight.
I get home. god I’m famished. As I walk through the living room, pick up some toys I feel not so much bored but a bit uneasy, not used to the luxury of actually having time on my hands for anything, i guess. Trying to decide what to do, I don’t want to lose track of time, don’t want to be late to pick up Mo ( in two hours). Then I remember the box of chocolate mints. I thrive on guilt and this is the perfect motivation for a work out. Obviously I can’t treat myself to this sealed box of chocolates standing over the kitchen counter so I grab my Macbook and decide to catch up on some blog reading / writing.

I just finished the box making me feel a bit funny in the stomach. I’m going to lay down for a bit. I’m not lazy. I’m just working up the guilt so I can make up for it tonight when I will (have to) do all the laundry…..after a hard 2 hour work out.

I’m doing routine boring stuff and all of a sudden a conversation I had pops in my head. Sometimes it’s totally random and in no way related to what I was doing. It can be that conversation in which I wish I had said something different, acted different. It can haunt me for hours pressing rewind and play, trying to fix it, trying to come up with something I should have said, should have done. Sometimes it’s stuff that still makes me giggle just thinking about it:
This morning I was cleaning out the dishwasher, thinking about bringing vacation pictures with me to my grandmother’s birthday.  I sigh at the thought of having to leave the album with pictures of  “the event we shall not name” at home and then I think FUCK IT, my parents might not want to hear about it, if my grandmother wants to see the pictures of my sons “Prince for a day” day then that’s up to her. Then this conversation pops up in my head:

Herman and I were explaining to Mo what was going to happen to his penis. “The doctor will take off a little piece off the loose skin.” “How is my penis going to look?”he asked. I explain: “Remember how the doctor pulled back the skin and then you saw the glans, that’s what you’ll be seeing all the time, no more skin to pull back.” then Herman adds :”Well honey, you’ve seen me naked, so you know, that’s what it is going to look like” to which our son replies: IEEEWW, is it going to be as BIG as yours?!!

you gotta love a kid’s honesty, right?

Herman: are you writing about my penis?
Me: not every post is about your penis, you’re being paranoid.
Herman *leaning… squinting….* YOUR WRITING ABOUT MY PENIS!!!
Me: Well…eh…Yes, but I’m telling everyone how enormously big it is.
Herman: people will think you’re being sarcastic.
Me: hang on,  I’ll insert a picture.
Herman walks out the room shaking his head…