Fast Friday

This is going to be a quick-and-dirty post. I got literally floored by a stomach bug yesterday and am still recovering; dining on a diet of toast, crackers, ginger ale, and "flat" Coca Cola (the last one being my fave cure-all for stomach problems...don't ask, it's just always worked for me). Yesterday was pure hell; there is truly nothing worse than laying on the couch, praying for the nausea to stop, and your toddler comes up to you and wants you to play with them. By late afternoon, I think the girls (Miss Princess S., in particular) knew something was wrong with me. When DH finally got home from work, I crawled into bed. He was putting the girls to bed when I stumbled into the bathroom and began to hurl; I heard the girls start crying - almost as if to say, "what's wrong with mommy, and why is she making those UNGODLY noises??" I'm perched on the couch this morning when Miss Princess S. comes up to me, puts her hand over mine, and smiles, as if to say, "I'm glad you're feeling better mommy." Aw. She is the cutest thing God has ever put on this earth.

Reality show update - "American Idol" -- Kellie Pickler - BUH BYE. It's about time.
"Top Chef" - Stephen the Sommalier (sp?) - BUH-BYE. Ditto.

This weekend there are more nieces coming to sleep over. I don't even want to think about it. But at least the weather is going to cooperate, and I'll be back to my "normal" self by then, and I can take the girls out of the house if I choose to do so.

The girls are starting their ABA therapy on Tuesday; life is going to get even crazier. We just ordered $500 worth of backyard toys from Little Tikes so that I can take the girls out to the backyard to play, since we're not going to have any time to actually GO anywhere during the week. Someone pass me the valium?

And finally - this week I began the process of trashing all of my old journals. My dad has been bugging me to get them out of his basement for months now, and he was threatening to trash them. I can't possibly bring them to my house and keep them here -- there's just too much rated-R content in there -- and DH just wouldn't understand. He's too insecure and too threatened by my past; if he found them, I'd never be able to explain it away.

(why is that all men want to believe that they're marrying a virgin? I mean jeez. I had a past before you came along. I dated, and got drunk, and did things that I'm not proud of now that I'm a mom in my soon-to-be late 30's. If I can make peace with my past, then so can you. Deal with it already!)

Anyhow, I convinced my dad to bring the books over a couple at a time. Then I read through them, remove any ephemera/keepsakes/postcards, etc that I want to keep, and shred the rest. My journals were just composition notebooks, covered in interesting quotes, pictures, etc.....hmmm...I was making scrapbooks, and I didn't even know it then! But it was interesting to read through those pages. It helped me to remember certain things that I'd edited over time in my head. And it made me appreciate all the more who I am, where I came from, and how I got to be here. Don't know why I wanted to keep them (I'd cringe if my daughters had ever found them and read them). What about you? Would you prefer to have the "actual accounts" of your life's story written down to refer back to? Or are there things/events/experiences that you believe are better served when softened by time?

Here's this week's Friday Fiver:

1. What's missing from your life? - More sleep, and more money. Not necessarily in that order.
2. Do you like to get drunk? - No. Not anymore. I'm too old to handle hangovers, and I get too loud when I'm drunk.
3. Have you ever kissed a stranger? Oh sure. Not in the last ten years or so though.
4. Do you smoke? Not anymore.
5. What makes you happy? My kids, my scrapbooks, and my interesting jewelry collection.