Up Past my Bed Time

I confess, I stayed up past my bed time (wayyyy past my bed time) again last night and now I’m exhausted!  For my children being up past their bed time is a huge un-uh just as it was for me growing up.  In my farm-boy father’s house, getting caught staying up late was punishable by lawn mower noises outside your bedroom window at 6:00 am the following Saturday.  Dad used to love to walk by our rooms before dawn on weekends and force this loud booming cough “UHUAHUM!” My brother and I can still imitate it perfectly.

Yay! I Got my Stitches Taken Out!

I confess, I’ve been bouncing around like a kid on Christmas Eve ever since about 11:45 AM today.  Why? Because at precisely that time my blepharoplasty surgeon took the stitches out of my eyelids!  Obviously, it really doesn’t take much to excite me these days.  And since it’s such a beautiful Spring day and I had a hair cut and color lined up anyway, I decided to take the rest of the day off.  Even better, I picked the boys up early and took them for ice cream at Baskin Robbins to round out the afternoon.  So the good news is its been a wonderful day and my eyes are no longer terrifying to small children and adults with weak stomachs.  The bad news is that I now have a presentation to prepare for, a 4th grade class auction project to work on, piles of laundry, dinner to make, homework to supervise and a business blog article to write.  I know I know – why should I be any different from every other working mom out there who played hooky for half the day?

My Sewing Machine Has Become My Nemesis

I confess, I can’t remember how to operate my sewing machine.  It’s just been sitting there on a shelf in my closet hardly used since the day my mother bought if for me in 2002.  My mom is from East Texas where every mom must be in possession of a sewing machine – it’s a rule.  So when I volunteered to help with my son’s auction project at school, I pulled it out along with the video tape instructions and prepared to familiarize myself with it – how hard could it be? I’m an engineer after all (by education anyway)?  Turns out I must have been sick the day they taught sewing machine operation in engineering school because it was pretty hard actually.

I Like Wine – But I’m Not an Alcoholic!

I confess, I like to have a glass of wine almost every night while I’m cooking or eating dinner.  Really, one glass of wine a night doesn’t sound so bad – after all, red wine is supposed to be good for you.  But then on the weekends I might want more than one glass of wine a day – say a glass at lunch, a cocktail if we hit a party or dinner out with friends and then a glass at dinner.  That still probably doesn’t sound too bad until you fill out your little annual “well woman” exam questionnaire for the yucky doctor (ie. gynecologist) and it asks you to check off the box that most appropriately described your weekly alcohol consumption: 

Post Op Instructions

I confess, I didn’t read my blepharoplasty post op instructions until I was actually post op – oops.  Several months ago when I decided to have the procedure, I was told that I could have it done on a Thursday afternoon and that I would be ready to go back to work on Monday.  Sounded good enough to me, but my first hint that might not be entirely advisable should have been when I was told the stitches had to stay in for a week to 10 days and I couldn’t wear makeup until after then.  So here we are on Monday and my Monday retainer client (also happens to be my mother) suggested I might want to work from home for a few days.  Needless to say – I still look a little bruised, swollen and well, scary.