A friend painted a picture of Maggie

Birds

The birds in the neighborhood are conspiring against me. Somehow they figure out the nights that I am restless, the nights I have woken up many times for no reason. Even the nights when I have zombie dreams of my old high school. Then, around 4:30 am, they have a karaoke party in the tree in front of my house. I can still hear them even after I close the window. One of the very few houses on the block with a tree in the front yard, the birds congregate in there. I envision them saying to each other, where do you want to meet up just before sunrise? How about 778. You know, the house with the tulalips growing in the front, where the kids drop crackers and shiz. We had to stop providing bird seed for them. It didn't even seem to help. But what do you do, when you are a lone house, with a lone tree? Ask Maggie! She knows. Our morning conversation went something like this:

Maggie climbs into our bed to wake us at 6:30am.
"Morning, mom and dad" - Maggie
"Morning sugarbee. I've got to do something about those birds. Either a bee bee gun, or bird poison." - Me
"A bee bee gun mom. Then sneak out there at night, and SHOOT 'em in the NECK!" - Maggie

Jeremy and I burst into uncontrollable laughter.

"ITS NOT FUNNY!" - The Psycho little three year old girl that wants a bee bee gun

Happy Mother's Day

Mother's Day was a wealth of emotions this year as I battled the stomach flu on my special day. While I did enjoy the luxury of lying in bed all day, it was punctuated with bouts of vomiting and a wicked headache. All of this occurred as Jeremy was recovering from his stomach bug. He was the healthiest of the two of us at the time,and thus took over home duty, while I holed up in the bedroom with a garbage can and a glass of diluted water. I guess in some ways I got everything a mother hopes for on Mother's Day. The seclusion of my room, not bothered by anyone. However, I would have preferred being bugged all day by the small ones, followed up with dinner that was tasty, no sips of watered down sprite. I am feeling better today, but now that three of us have endured the attack, we are waiting it out to see if Miles gets it, or avoids it. Say a prayer for us, as we finish up the last rounds of this virus.

In other news, I am demanding a re-schedule of Mother's Day. I refuse to accept the dress rehearsal that was yesterday, and luckily for me, I have a loving husband who agrees.