I have a blog....

I've been putting it off for months. I kept waiting for that defining moment to happen. You know, the one that you just absolutely know is blog-worthy. I've found myself thinking numerous times, "you know, if I had a blog, I'd totally write about this". But despite my countless encounters with cute little stories that could be shared via the world wide web, I still felt as though none of them were worthy of being my first entry. I mean, I couldn't just all of a sudden start a blog and have my only post discuss my dog's ruptured anal gland or how my daughter randomly picked up a cockroach and handed it to me. No, the first post sets the pace for all the posts that are to follow in it's footsteps or keystrokes or whatever it is that posts follow in. But today, though somewhat like days I've had in the past, today warranted the start of the blog.....


It's a Thursday. And it's been one heck of a day. You know, the kind of day where you start 47 tasks and finish none of them because each one is interrupted by something more pressing. Yeah, today is one of THOSE days. I'm trying to dry my hair and Chase (our dog) throws up, under my bed of all places. Perfect. I love crawling under my bed to clean up dog puke. But before I can sop up the carpet spray I've generously lathered on the floor, the oven beeps. I have to go put the ribs in the slow cooker so they'll be ready in time for dinner tonight. Ribs... almost done getting them in the crock pot.... alas a baby cries. Kylie (our 2 month old) needs to be changed and fed. Almost done... and Kyra (our 22 month old) is pulling every picture out of the photo box in the living room. Awesome. Kylie needs a bath. Put a movie on for Kyra in hopes of buying 9 minutes to bathe Kylie. Oh yeah... the dog puke... What was I doing again?! Bath, Kylie. Nearly done getting her dressed, but I suddenly have the strangest feeling Kyra isn't watching the movie.... "Kyra?" "Kyra?" "Kyra!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" She's drinking a bottle of Purell hand sanitizer! Sucking on the pump as if it were a straw! Not good. I call Jim. I can't think straight while I'm towelling Purell off Kyra and the carpet with a half-dressed Kylie fussing upstairs. Jim calls Poison Control for me. When he calls me back, I lose it. Like "check-me into the nut house" lose it. I'm crying hysterically and yelling and experiencing every emotion God gave to mothers all at once. I pull it together and throw the girls in the car. I need to see Jim, but mostly, I need him to see Kyra so he can reassure me in person (the 18 attempts on the phone weren't good enough) that she is going to be okay. We have lunch and Kyra seems fine. As I'm driving home, I know both girls will be ready for naps and I think to myself I can FINALLY finish all the little tasks I started this morning. And we have sleep.... yessssss! Then all of a sudden... the doorbell?! Are you KIDDING ME?! It's me time. It's regain my sanity hour. Who in the world would DARE ring my doorbell? But it's a delivery, for me. Dozens of the most beautiful purple orchids in a heavy duty glass vase. The card: "I love you babe! You are an amazing mother. You impress me more and more each day. Thank you for loving me. Jim" Naturally, I cry. I cry because I know he didn't order them today. He didn't see me in my chaotic state and quickly dial up the florist. No, he had sent the flowers long before September 18th, 2008 ever began. He sent them because he loves me. And he knew that whether I was having the best or the worst day of my life I would be surprised and appreciative of his loving gesture. It just so happens that today, I really needed it. Not the flowers (although they look absolutely divine on my kitchen table right now) but the reminder of how much he loves and supports me. And now, instead of using my time to finish all those little tasks I started this morning, I started a blog and wrote about it. But doing this was more important. It was one of the few things I could do to let Jim know how much his flowers, his card, his love meant to me today. Jim, ILYMTL too. Thank you.


Oh and look, I actually finished something I started today.