Baby Stellan is going home today!  Yay!!  It’s silly that a family that you’ve never met can make such an impact in your life.  And yet, reading this good news made my poopy Monday bright and sunny

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Second-

After looking at some photos of myself (a rare occurrence, since I’m usually behind the camera), I am vowing to take a second fast-food-fast.  From May 1-August 31, 2009, I will not buy or eat any fast food.  I’m allowed to drink Starbucks BUT there are two very important clauses this time around:  I am not allowed to eat at Starbucks, and my drinks have to be both non-fat and decaf.  Yes that’s right.  I switched back to the valley of caffeine a month or so ago (sweet, sweet valley of caffeine) and I am officially dehydrated and blech.  So, to keep the peace in my home, I will still drink the caffeinated coffee that Leith leaves me in the mornings, but everything else I purchase will be decaf.  And I will be planning my days so that I am either home to eat or have time to remember to bring some snacks!

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Third-

There was this little girl at dance competition yesterday, about the same age as my sweet bugz, walking around with those annoying-as-hell squeaker shoes.  She was absolutely in the way of every dancer and about to get kicked in the head, and her mother was apparently nowhere to be found.  So this other dance mom (oh, dance moms … another post for another lifetime…) comes storming over to me, where I am seated calmly with my bugz playing happily in their stroller, and asks me pointedly, “Is that another one of your children??”

WHAT?  Almost 24 hours later, I STILL don’t know what to make of that!!  You would think that, already having two in my possession, I would be the least likely candidate for mother of that child!  WHAT was with her utter disgust with me??  I wish I had a recording of her voice to share with you – such disgust, disdain, disrespect, holier-than-thou attitude!  It was un-freakin-real.  

I am still flabbergasted (isn’t that a great word??) this morning, trying to make sense of why she chose ME out of all the other childless adults standing in the room.  And she did not go up to one single other parent after she implied that I had too many children and didn’t know what to do.  It’s not like she was making the rounds, trying to find the sweet baby’s momma.  Nope, just me. 

And it’s the “another one of your children” that kills me!  Had she just said, “Is that your child running around like a maniac, about to get her head bashed in by a pointed toe?” I would have been okay.  But she seriously made me feel like Octo-mom…

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Fourth-

If you see my children in a cardboard box at Safeway this week with a sign reading , “Free to a good home”, please bring them back to my good home and avoid calling children’s services.  I love them, I really do.