Bored

In the immortal lyrics of Iggy Pop -
I'm bored,
I'm the chairman of the bored.
I'm an endless dull monologue.
I bore myself to sleep at night.
I'm bored.

Nothing much going on around here this weekend - did some grocery shopping, put gas in the car (gasp the prices oh my achin wallet) and sat around watching tv - ish stuff. I'm sooooo disappointed with Britain's Got Talent - although the kid who won was good...he just didn't compare to the boy with the sweet voice. He sang like an angel and he came THIRD!!! Stupid people.

One of the blogs I read (Everyday Stranger) is written by a gifted writer and mother of twins and she had a "mommy guilt" episode (her daughters leg got stuck between the crib bars in the middle of night and she thought she was still teething). It got me to thinking about all those moments were you took your eyes of the little monsters for a couple of minutes and *bam* something awful happens and you feel so guilty. Jamie was ummm active and there seem to dozens of these incidents to no doubt torture me into old age lol. There was the time he was running around the apartment with his bottle in his mouth and he fell and put both front teeth through his lower lip. O gawd the blood, the red red blood. Trust me, there was ALOT of it. I couldn't decide on whether to take him to the ER or not so I called my mom - she laughed and said calm down and not to worry about it. I didn't and he was fine - although he does have a small scar under his lower lip. There was the time he went snooping through a drawer when he was 5 or so while I was doing dishes and he found some rank old nail polish of mine (it was black with silver glitter and that should tell you how old it was lol). He starts playing with it and got some in his eye. At that point the shrieking began. I'm on the phone to 911 and they tell me to run water over his eye so I'm on the phone with them, balancing a 5 year old on the kitchen counter, there are dishes thrown on the floor, and I'm drowning my son upside down in the sink waiting for the ambulance. Ah good times LOL. The ambulance got there just in time to stop me from drowning the kid accidently while trying to save his vision lol. We all got to go to the hospital (I had to wake up 2 yr old Katie to come along), and we were at the hospital for 10 minutes and they said nothing wrong , no nailpolish in his eye, you can go home. Hmmmm we came in an ambulance, no stroller and we live oooo quite a walk from the hospital. Grand. Oh the memories LOL You know they had the nerve at the hospital to tell me that I need to watch him better, I was sooo mad and so terribly terribly guilty. Joys of motherhood.

Another blog I was reading, this mother's baby girl had discovered the toy value of tampons or at least the applicator LOL. I have a very funny "Aunt Flow" story. It didn't actually happen to me but to a woman I worked with. She was the oldest of four girls and her youngest sister was 9 or 10 at the time. Second youngest sister was 13 and had just ummm "become a woman" (that discrete enough for you guys out there lol) and her mother had bought her sanitary pads so youngest sister asked what they were and mom says "feminine napkins". Fast forward two days, youngest sister's turn to set the table for dinner, family comes and sits down and everyone is staring at horror at the side of their plates because there with the knife and fork neatly placed there is a pad at the side of every plate LOL She says her dad was trying so hard not to laugh that he was nearly turning purple. Now THAT is a story that will live in your memories forever like it has in mine LOL.