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Monday’s Lesson

Sunday afternoon I took Em aside and apologized for having a bit of meltdown.  There had been a lot of tears in our house and she deserved some kind of explanation.  “The worst part about being pregnant Em is that you are so tired all of the time.  And you know how when you are tired you kind of cry a lot?  About mostly nothing?  Thanks for cheering me up, kiddo, but it really isn’t your responsibility to deal with me being a big baby.”

She thoughtfully explained how when you’re tired your eyes just make tons of tears and it isn’t your fault.  “You’re not a big, fat baby, Mom, don’t even call yourself a big, fat baby.”  In the spirit of melodrama only she and I can muster she had a few tears in the corners of her eyes for emphasis as she said it the second time.

“Hold up,” I stopped her.  “I didn’t say I was a big, FAT , baby!!”

And we laughed. By then we were at the pool.  She jumped out of the backseat grabbing her towel and said “I’ll carry this stuff, Mom”  and she hugged me.  “No matter what we always have a good time.”

Monday morning I was standing in the bathroom feeling just like my own mother when I said “Please return that hairbrush when you are finished.  It is the only one I have left.”

It was Em’s first day of kindergarten but it could have just as easily been her first day of middle school.  In the last few months she likes to get completely dressed, including doing her own hair in her room with the door closed so that there can be a satisfying and momentous reveal of her full ensemble.  It is a moment I relish.

She took the hairbrush and went in to her room, closing the door.  “Getting ready” can take any where from five to thirty minutes so I reminded her that she had a bus to catch this morning.  As if it could possibly have slipped her mind.

I brushed my hair, put on make up, lamented the fact that my thighs rub together when I am pregnant, applied baby powder to said thighs.  Paused, reflected on whether or not I might be ready to throw up, brushed my teeth.  Put on my make up.  She flung her door open.

She looked cute.  And had on a new, to her, hair-do.  A low side ponytail.  “See this, mom?  How it is like… down here?  This is how you can make a side ponytail a little bit less… rock star, ya know?”

“Really? You know who wears her hair like that a lot?”  She smiled and just laughed… “Are you trying to say I am NOT a rock star AND I am a big, fat baby?” I said.

She giggled all the way down the stairs until I couldn’t see her.  But I know she was shaking her head.  “You ARE a little bit of a rock star, Mom.”

Exhibit A: The side ponytail of a woman that is NOT a big, fat baby but only a little bit of a rockstar.

Exhibit B: The side ponytail of MY baby, and no matter how she wears her hair, a TOTAL rock star.

Day 56 & Day 57: Decadence & Scary Foods

Thanksgiving and the few days following allowed me to crank out two more challenges.  Day 56 suggested I live the Rock n Roll lifestyle at it’s most decadent.  The book kindly recommends hookers, cocaine, prison hospitals and international travel.  Given that I had a fairly good idea I would not get around to all that, I decided I’d just consider the “decadence” that I did live to suffice and call it a day.

Thanksgiving Day decadence included, but was not limited to the following: absurd accessories (in the form of my favorite bird headband,) a truly ridiculous amount of food and wine consumed,  loudly announcing time and again that I was “having a great time!!” and many real-time shout-outs to the friends and family that were present.   While I did not exactly yell out “Thank you very much, Carrboro, and Good Night!” before I left I did announce as soon as we got home that I was going immediately to bed.  And I am fairly sure I tacked on a “Thank you very much!” as I was terribly thankful all day.

Friday morning quickly blended in to Friday afternoon which became Friday evening before I knew it.  All of a sudden it was Sunday night and a shower and some new sweatpants seemed in order.  There is little more decadent in the life of a mother than uninterrupted couch time.  I was under the weather enough to justify sitting on my ass all weekend.  Friday afternoon I was convinced I might be a wee bit hungover but when Em was feverish and intermittently sweating and then freezing I realized we might all have the “funk.”   Em and I whiled away the weekend with ABC Family’s movies and in a desperate plea for entertainment I watched 5 hours of Real Housewives of Beverly Hills in one sitting Saturday evening.  Can’t imagine why MQD opted out of the evening’s entertainment?

So, while it may not have been the wild times of my youth ( a fine example seen below) it was a decadent weekend.  Good food, wine, naps and craptastic TV.

And Day 57 – it was quick and delicious!  Day 57: Try a food that scares you. I detest raisins, so I have never even considered a dried fig to be a good idea.  However, wrap that sucker in some bacon and stuff it with bleu cheese and I was game.  It was delicious!!  Seen below is our charming hostess.    (And incidentally, totally not the source of our “funk.”  Her cold and our fevers, aches, and chills do not seem to be the same set of symptoms!)

Many thanks to E&T for sharing their home, their food, their friends and their  family with us on this day!