Birthday Party Germ Sharing

There's a whole lot of "hackin'" going on in this household - and I am not talking about jiggling with cyberspace or anything techie...

Lots and lots of dry coughs, wet coughs, sore throats, gobby mucus...and yet still a household of 7th birthday party guests invaded...

Apparently cod liver oil mixed with some lavender is a great aid to swollen glands and so our youngest is dosed up with ghastly oregano oil and cod liver oil and lavender.  She smells even better than the earlier baking squash or cookies or pork roast.

I myself have been chugging honey tea and vitamin c and b and oregano oil in "hairy butt medicine" (African sea coconut in a old-fashioned-looking glass Chinese labeled bottle)...something is sure to scare this brute off.

Low-key birthday party went well...lazy moi didn't plan party games to make up for the lack of snow that normally involves an annual tobogganing birthday bash followed by potluck and warm drinks.  The kids dashed and laughed and danced and built a cardboard box city in the basement while adults casually blabbed in the kitchen, chugging back decently-made coffee and eyeing up sister-made Christmas baking goodies that thankfully tasted a whole lot better than my experiment of mayonnaise mint chocolate cake...

Off to snore and dream - hopefully not of sequences from "The Hunger Games" that we watched late into last night, many scenes and questions and scary social issues plaguing me throughout today, and hopefully not of gigantic birthday germs attacking...Oh, wait,. those are already here and would have to be making new homes in someone else's comfie abode...

Lapse in Life

It's been awhile...

And I am not going to apologize.

And I am going to honestly say it outright, even if it may be controversial: I don't believe that balance in life can be achieved.  And I mean that not in a paralyzing, pessimistic way but rather in a freeing sense of waving the white flag and moving on...letting go of silly notions that we can have it all and be it all...

And just plain living.

And this is from moi, the women's studies major, who fought bra-less, hairy-legged fights for the right to even ATTEMPT to have it all...

Sometimes your bathtub is going to brim with dirt and naked barbies and caked soap...and that isn't such a bad thing, even for the obsessive compulsive, is it?

Sometimes your kids' snotty noses will take up more of your time than a good book or good friend or a good night out with the person who is supposed to be your significant other but doesn't momentarily seem any more significant than the belly button lint you rarely consider....

Sometimes your dust bunnies will plan gigantic parties and invade but you'll know the latest news and have something to talk about over lunchroom conversations...

Sometimes your kids will have to hang out, almost puking, in your boss' office until you're just about finished something...and sometimes your boss will have to hang out alone in their office while you cuddle your fevered offspring who snores into your shoulder....

Sometimes meals will be served without vegetables and faces won't be washed and lawns will grow past your shins and your supposed-to-be-white socks will be grey...

And sometimes it will all look fabulously pretty and pristine and white-picket-fence-ish and you'll be so lonely you'll beg the grocery store clerk to say more than "hello" to you...

You can't have it all.

And, really...that ain't such a bad thing, is it???