...cause I'm under the weather

I should have known I'd get sick eventually, honestly I didn't even think about it, I've been so busy the last 4 months that the thought never entered my mind.

But here I sit.

I've spent the last two days deep in reading, Jane Austen, of course. Though I've read all of her books so many times I never get sick of them and reading thema gain and again is just like reading them for the first time. I think that there is nothing better for the body and soul than an afternoon of comfort with a good book and a pot of hot tea...

Especially when you're feeling under the weather like I am.

A sore throat and I mean really sore like somebody jammed a knife in there and left it dangling. Goodness, is there anything more irritating than a sore throat? I know what it is too, it's my sinus acting up because I'm congested and I have a headache and it's one of those where if you sniffle just a little too hard you feel like your brain is blowing up like a balloon...and if you talk to loud or if you stomp the floor a little harder than usual, you are left wondering who are the imaginary people hammering away at your brain.

I'm slowly getting housework done, taking care of the little human and trying to drink lots of water and tea and take some breaks in between by reading my novel...But my baby is crying now, having woken up from his nap. So I must go to his rescue. Ta tah!!

Anxiousness

I need you. Did you know that?

I've had the shaky leg lately. I've eaten waaay too much popcorn in full-on fits of what can only be described as 'nervous eating'. I've more to-do lists than I care to admit. I shouldn't even mention this weird pacing and sweeping the floor habit that I have.

I think I've been a little anxious in the world. Earthquakes. Taxes. tornadoes. Bin Ladens. Teething baby's. I dunno. I'm feeling it.

There's this thing I do when I'm anxious... I try to make other people feel beter. Thinking about making other people feel good makes me feel good. So! I pick up a pen, bust ou my box of stationary, and write letters. I know how much I like to receive letters, and I feel compelled o pass on that sensation.

I know I want to write a handfull of letters for my new series 30 Things Before 30 Years idea, But I also want to broaden my reach. I also am writing to all my friends.

Happy [Almost] Mother's Day!

When it comes time for my little human to actually notice I'm his mom and to call me mommy, there are several things I hope for. Here are a few of those hopes:

I hope that I'll no longer run screaming from the room at the sight of a spider. Mom has to take care of the spider... that's sort of part of he deal as Mom, right? Maybe I can always get away with saying, "Let's go get Daddy to take care of that spider." I hope that works.

I hope that a deep affection for pickles and pancakes, though not necessarily on the same plate, is hereditary.

I hope I have a good pair of Mom Hands, like my mom.

Most importantly, I hope that I create as patient and loving, supportive and hilarious family as was provided for me.

Happy Mother's Day, to all of you who also have the patience and care to raise new, happy, lovely people in the world.