Because of my recent status change from employed to unemployed people keep asking me what my plans for the future are. Well right now I have some pretty lofty goals . First I am going to form a play group for "normal" moms. The rules of the group will be first and foremost you can not be a Supermom. You can not look like you and your child just came off the pages of a Gap ad. Second, your home has to be dirty. Not the dirty where you have piles of newspapers and millions of animals with millions of piles of crap. Not the kind of dirt that will require you to join a support group for horders, but at least a few crumbs and toys out of place. Third you can not use your oven more then twice a week. The rest of the time your meals must come out of a box and/or be microwaved. Third you better be able to use a real swear word if something really goes wrong; none of this what the flip crap. Last and not least, you must be insecure in your parenting choices and constantly worried that in some way you are destroying your child's life.
So far the play group has only one member so it has been pretty easy to plan outings. So that goal is going pretty well.
My second goal is to come up with something worth writing a blog about. I can always write/brag about my perfect gorgeous little boy and what a genius he is despite my parenting, but that just seems a little rude. Don't get me wrong - I will still do that but I need to find something interesting that I have done.
I have been reading my friends blogs and feeling, well, like a big old slacker. My one friend's blog has beautiful patterns that she has created that I could only dream of being able to come up with. My other friend has stories of the fun things her and her family do. And when she isn't just being an awesome mom she is training for triathlons. Yet another friend has a hilarous blog that shows her genius children and her beautiful self having oodles of fun in her spare time while she works on her PhD. Yep Mama's keeping up... just friday I finished a book and watched TMZ. BUSY, BUSY.
Speaking of my book. I finally finished the last book in the Twilight Saga. I can now enter rehab and hopefully one day return to normal. Of course to return to normal I would have had to be normal in the first place. I got Breaking Dawn on Wednesday at 3pm and I finished it Friday at 1pm. Being that it is a 756 page book you can imagine that I have been very productive this week. Instead of telling Griff to run and play while Mama watches her programs I had to tell him to play quietly while Mama studied :) That is my kind of homework. I think I could see myself go back to school if I could come up with a Masters Degree in TV and Romance Novels.
So those are the plans for this unemployed productive member of society.
Griffen took his first trip out of the state last week. We went to exotic Paris....Idaho. He camped in a tent and experienced going without his favorite thing, a bath, for 3 days! Griff seemed to like camping. He found a great little thinking spot. He would always wonder off to this little spot in the trees. At Bear Lake he wa
s able to chase seagulls and play in the mud two experiences he had yet to have before this trip. When we got home he immediately started walking around saying Bath, Bath, Bath. He loves his tub. He gets that from me. Camping was fairly successful. I did learn that camping as a mom isn't nearly as relaxing as it was before I had a kid. Of course it wasn't nearly as fun before either. It is amazing all of the dangers that exist out there. I kept working he would fall in the fire, or the river, or the lake. That he would get too cold or too hot. That he was getting too little sleep,that he was going to get a tick, that he was going to get sunburned, that he was going to get sick. So I realized that next time Mama needs to bring what the Rolling Stones call Mama's Little helpers..Valum. (I am not sure how to spell it but I sure would like some) I find that over the last 15 months that I worry all the time. I worry about ever little thing that could happen to him. I have never experienced this kind of love. It truely is like having your heart walk /stumble around in someone else's body. But some how he is still alive. And he doesn't even seem like I have screwed him up too much yet. Of course I am still putting money into his therapy fund just in case. 
