Birthday '07

My husband's friend came over a couple of weeks ago, wanting to know what I had planned for February 26, which is his wife's birthday. Seems he wanted to send her to a spa for the day, and since my birthday is on the 28th, he thought Hubs might want to send me with her. Of course, Hubs agreed, because, when put on the spot what else could he do?

He took the day off to be with the kids today, while I spent the afternoon getting a hot stone massage, manicure, pedicure, and root touch-up.

I came home to an immaculate house and loads of kisses from my kids. And Hubs was amazingly calm, considering he played Me all day. He looked at me when I came throught the door and wanted to make sure I had a good time.

Gotta love that guy....

Now that I did this for our friend's birthday, should I ask him what he's doing for me on mine?

I'm kidding, people. Just kidding....

Britney and I Should Schedule Some Playdates Together...

After all, it turns out our mothering techniques are strikingly similar. I was at the gym the other night (yes! really!), trying to divert my attention from my burning loins to Entertainment Tonight. During the intro, Britney Spears was seen in her car with lil' Sean Preston in the back seat. As the car pulled away in slow motion, the announcer piped in with how Brit partied until the wee hours, how she's been drinking out of control, blah blah blah. Then he added, "...with baby Sean in the backseat, bottle feeding."

WOAH!!!!! Not bottle feeding!!!! Never mind that the girl allegedly leaves her kids all day and all night with hired help. No problem with the fact that she has her bare crotch plastered all over the internet, and that sources claim she's a meth whore, but BOTTLE FEEDING?!?!?! Geez, that makes her an awful mother. Where's Social Services when you need them?

Now, granted, I'm way past the breast vs. bottle stage, and I would have nursed my twins for longer than two weeks if I could have done it:

1) Without neglecting my then 2 year old and

(strum up "Dueling Banjos")

2) Without having to continually ask my dad (while Hubs was at work) "Can you lift up my shirt for me?"

But alas, would anyone stop to consider for a minute that if the rumors about Darling Britney are even slightly true, perhaps bottle feeding is the most loving thing she could do for her kid right now? Isn't the bottle better than serving the poor child whatever chemical cocktail would come out of her breasts?

Color me sensitive, but I'm so tired of the media putting bottle feeding at the top of the List of Things You Can Do to Ruin Your Child. Sure, breast is best, yadda yadda...

... but really, sometimes the bottle is okay, too.

Remember ME???

Holy smokes it's been sooo long since I've posted. I'm sure no one checks in anymore. I'm still alive, but I'm too busy with my hundreds of children (the twins turned 2!!! Help me!!!) to post. Plus, I'm still dealing with Mama Drama, so at the end of the day, the last thing I want to do is rehash it all. And it's not just the blog I've been neglecting--- I've been neglectful in terms of staying in contact with my friends, too. When it comes down to it, I'm pretty much so absorbed with my parent's issues that I don't have bandwidth for much else right now. I know that's not a good thing, and I'm working on it, believe me.

Anyway, I'm still here. Once the dust settles, maybe I'll be back...and maybe I'll actually be funny, too! Wouldn't that be a neat trick...