The comments were broken all weekend. I hope they work now.
And this morning, I had this really cute post written and then I clicked on “SAVE” and instead of saving, it went to the Log In page and when I got back, it was gone. It took me an hour to write it because of all the kid interruptions and now it’s just gone.
Mother’s Day was nice.
We did our traditional trip to Attleboro Farms to buy trees and flowers.
I asked the woman in the green sweatshirt if they had any Venus Fly Trap plants big enough to devour a large dog and she looked at me like I was some kind of bitch and then she protectively cradled the cat she had in her arms and scurried away.
That wasn’t very helpful, Queefies.
But on my quest to find a dog-eating plant, I bought a Rose of Sharon
tree thing and two whispy things with pinkish orangeish flowers that will turn into 8 foot wide bushes some day. We just have to get those nematodes now and then mulch the wasteland and maybe, just maybe, our yard won’t look like it belongs next to a crack den even though it’s next to farm.
And today Mister is going to call Hotty McHotson and talk about getting a truck full of mulch and some stones for the patio because it needs to be done in two weeks (!) for Girlfriend and Homeslice’s BIRTHDAY EXTRAVAGANZA.
You’re all invited, btw. It’s the 29th at 1-ish.
I’m making TWO cakes, one for each kid, for double the failure rate. I love a hopeless cause, don’t you? Maybe I’ll just phone it in and make boxed mixes this time. I don’t fuck those up that badly most times.
I don’t know why but it makes me feel like a failure as a woman and a mother because I cannot make cake from scratch. Lynne knows how because she is not a failure as a woman and a mother. Maybe I’ll make her come and give me lessons on how not to cock womanhood up so much.
This is fascinating, yes?
Remember how something clicked in my head a couple of months ago after only a couple of trips to Monica the Ninjerapist and I felt totally great and my PPD had just gone away like magic? Well on Saturday it came back with soul- crushing fierceness. I don’t know why or what happened. It was just…back.
So, that was a nice mother’s day present.
And then at other times, I feel totally fine again.
I’m a little skitzy, I don’t mind telling you. Or do I? I can’t decide.
Let’s see…what else?
Tomorrow I have a pretty neat-0 contest for you guys, so put your thinking caps on and get ready to kill eachother for a GIFT CERTIFICATE.
Everyone loves those.