This morning three sword-wielding knights woke me up with shrieks of “Happy Valentines Dayyyyyyy!” The swords? Long stem roses. The knights? Almost-five, Just-two, and Husband. They proudly presented me the blossoms, and consequently demanded them back to continue jousting (Husband let me keep mine). I indulged my little cupids their arrows, and surprisingly the roses remain in-tact, and now reside safely in-vase. What a stark contrast to yesterday’s events.
Yesterday, while carelessly taking a moment to pee (or perchance glimpse a blog post or two?) I heard the thud and the cry. Nothing dramatic occurred. In typical Rantsboy fashion, the mini-concussion-ette derived from losing balance and unexpectedly greeting the coffee table–not from the more dangerous fetes I constantly try to protect them from. He slept exceptionally long. An hour after waking and watching that Clueless-Blue, Just-two consecrated both me and the couch forcefully and repeatedly with vomit.
How ironic that this past Thursday morning I self-actualized to the point of hiring booger-cleaners to come and
de-boog the couch. I adopted the de-boogers’ pride as my own as I gloated over their results. I took photos. I planned my blog post.
Ahhhh, the satisfaction over cleanliness. A shiny mirage of control I enjoyed for a blissful 24-hours.
One fleeting moment of peace subsumed by inertia, gravity, and the much darker fear of “what if” and “God forbid..” Just-two is fine. My boy is just fine (goose-egg notwithstanding).
So, Ann. What the Sally Jesse Raphael does this have to do with Karma?
Today I made a contribution to Willow House in honor of Blicky Kitty’s Karmathon. Willow House provides support for families grieving the untimely loss of a child or spouse. I spent a year working there as an intern for my social work degree. “How Depressing” you might think. In reality, Willow House is a place filled with hope. Volunteers–many of whom lost a loved one themselves–companion others through their grief. Willow House holds hope for people that cannot, and provides one moment of peace for people who desperately need it.
Happy Valentines Day, my friends and don’t forget to go check out
Blicky’ Kitty’s Blog. You’ll find wonderful writing, fabulous and whimsical line-drawings, and lots of good kharma.
Pass it on.
Happy Valentines Day Ann!!
I am glad two year old is OK!!!
:O)
I can’t believe you read my mind about What the Sally Jessie Raphael. I was going to punctuate the question with my usual, “What the Charles Nelson Reilly?” but felt I needed to update.
What a great thing to do. You win the prize for spending actual currency for the Karm-a-Thon. You’re not just sending good vibes into the universe, you’re pimpin it out! That’s going to get you some mad karma…
Ouch! sounds like your little guy got himself a bit of a concussion yesterday – hope he’s doing just fine today. What better way to joust than with roses! Happy Valentine’s day and thanks for stopping by
I’m so sorry the booger couch got re-christened the Barf-a-Couch…. right after a professional cleaning!!!?!!! So, so sad for you. 🙁
But happy that Just-Two is feeling better and jousting with roses around your bedside.
HVD!!!!! I’m going to go and finally check out Blicky Kitty. I’m so touched you made a donation to Willow House! Go check out redneck mommy’s site…. she is introducing her new son!!
I’m glad your little one’s OK! Goose eggs have always made me feel icky! I panic when I see them.
I worked with children of abused women while I was pregnant. I was a ‘Child Guidance Co-ordinator’ who provided care for the littles while the mommies struggled to get back on their feet while in hiding from an abusive spouse.
Hearing a 4 year old cursing up a storm breaks my heart!
I agree it sounds depressing, but I learned SO much!! And it helped me pick out the hurting children over the years and extend a hand.
You’re wunnerful!
Oh my … you may want to invest in a little green machine. For sofa and other carpet mishaps. I hear they’re great!
Happy V-day!
OUCH poor kid.. luckily when the male child gets hit there it doesn’t do any damage. Being hard headed and all.
What a wonderful donation. I greatly admire the compassion of people in that field. I am compassionate, but I think I would let all the grief get to me.
yikes.
And what a great friend you are….I’m over to kitty’s………