Monday, September 29, 2008

The Art of losing myself

I have talent. I can do things others can't. No I can't stand on my head or recite all the state capitals in alphabetical order--I can't do it in any order to be honest.



My talent is magnificent in itself and even though no one in their right mind would probably want it I would be happy to give it away.




Have you seen me?


Name-Erika Washington aka- Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!

DOB-1/6/1980

Height-5'4

Weight-129lbs

Eyes-Brown

Hair-Loreal #234 or 267

An extremely sexy writer with goals and ambitions to write novels and articles for major magazines and newspapers wearing really cute heels.

Last seen: Roaming Albertson's grocery store with food stuck to her dress, a migraine, a crying baby on one hip, a pouty 9 year old behind and a sassy 5 year old stuck on the other leg; unable to string a compound complex sentence together.


Saturday, September 27, 2008

My thoughts...







  • Grey's Anatomy and Brothers and Sisters both start this week, that makes me so happy!

  • I apologize to my loyal 5 readers, I've been quite bitter these last few posts. Sorry.

  • Warning, it my not be over just yet.

  • My little fortune cookie from P.F. Chang's might have been right.

  • Why isn't classmates.com out of business yet?The forecast says it's only going to be 91 next week, Fall must be here...lol

  • Tuesday I had the most expensive burger I've ever eaten and it was worth it.

  • My hand is itching.....

  • Oktoberfest. Yum....

  • I need a new phone. Tape is just not a good look.

  • Thank you for being a friend.

Thursday, September 25, 2008

Is It My Place?


There are few things in this world that I can boast about. I don't feel like I need to put on airs or display my feathers for all to see. Either you like me or you don't. Either way.....


What I can boast about is my JOB. Yes, my J-O-B. I work hard everyday and I am damn good at it. Every single day I wake up and my job starts instantly. From the moment I crawl out of bed and stumble into the kitchen to 3 am when someone wakes from a bad dream or wet sheets. It's hard, it's thankless and and it's mine. I love it with all my heart and know that this is what I was meant for. None of this is new and most Moms, especially the ones who do it solely without a side job as an attorney or doctor know that we are well underestimated.


Children take you for granted, husbands take you for granted and other women who have never raised a child think you just have it soooo easy. I get it. And unless you've been on this side you will never know. What amazes me are the women who have raised children. Those who had to struggle to get through each day when the baby that had a temp of 101 but they had to go to work anyway. The woman who did it without the help of a husband or grandmother. The same kind of woman who just simply wanted a break after 3 hours of a screaming newborn.


How can you look me straight in the eye and say that I need to get a real job?


What is it about my life that looks easy to you?


What part of raising productive citizens who make wise choices and succeed beyond any of our expectations isn't work?


A person who has never raised three children--three girls can't put themselves in my shoes. A person who was barely there for their own can't even look me in the face.


Everyone can't be me, so don't hate.


Monday, September 22, 2008

Who's Sleeping In Your Bed?


A marriage consists of two people. That's it. Unless your a member of the LDS church....


In a wedding ceremony two people vow to stay as one or so they say.


Those two people make love, make babies, make bills, make hate and make sacrifices for each other.


No one else should be involved. Especially not a parent. Certainly not a parent who has admitted that they were a shitty parent. If you had 18 years and 9 months to get it together but failed so many times on so many different levels. What on God's green earth gives you the right to run your mouth on someone who has put their children first since day one? None, absolutely none.


When you're on the outside looking in you only see a blurred vision of what is actually there. Only when you've opened the door, stepped inside and observed the entire house can you make careful observations.


The door is locked and you have not been invited in.


***pulls the curtain closed***




Thursday, September 11, 2008

9-11-99


Today, my oldest turns 9.


Wow. I still can't believe it.


They weren't playing when they said Time Flies.....

The Girl Who Didn't Cry Uncle...


I think I've gone and bumped my head.


Most know, I am one of those people who bites off way more then can fit inside their mouths. Yet I still do it. Why? Good question, to bad I can't answer it. Maybe I have a fear of boredom.


Erica, I listened to your wisdom and has since dropped one of the classes....


But have replaced it with 3 new ideas for me to tackle.


I guess I'll never learn.