This was the scene from the driver's seat in the kitty cab this week. I expected my SIL and her husband but did not expect to be hosting the twin felines. The Moore's conversion van decided to call it quits in the parking lot of the Museum Center on Monday evening and there was nothing to do but move the kitties into Alex's uninhabited bedroom. We had to be sure and keep these visitors away from the canine inhabitants of the house. I have enough fur floating around the baseboards of this house without the furry folk snatching it off of each others' backs.
After more than a dozen years as a blonde I told my hair stylist that I would like to go back to red hair. I used to have a pretty, soft red color that was a pain to keep up, but flattered my skin tone. The truth is that I have colored my hair for so long that I no longer have any idea what color it really is under there. The roots that keep growing in are white. Apparently this makes the whole hair color thing a bit iffy.
I feel like Ricky Ricardo is about to walk in, turn the same shade as my locks, and say, "Lucy, you have some 'splaining to do!"
So, resisting the urge to shave my head or wrap my skull in a scarf, I chose to to go out with two of my favorite people and head to our favorite place...Build-a-Bear! Lucy and Maggie were a bit shocked to see "Maga" with her hair aflame. They did not speak the whole way up to the mall. I think their first thought was to get away from the crazy lady as fast as possible.
After I climbed into her car, my dear daughter finally picked her chin up off the steering wheel and managed to choke out, "I guess it's a good thing that you can laugh about it." A little more certainty in her voice might have helped.
Guess who I am going to call first thing Monday morning? I hope I still have hair on my head by the time I get this fixed. Sad to say, even bald would be better.
We had a great time at B-A-B and George monkey got a brand new set of princess jammies.
Maggie would show you her new dog with the soccer cleats but she still can't get over her grandmother's hair.
Hello, my name is Victoria, and I am a recovering stay at home mother. I've been in the Mommy business since 1976 and the arrival of our oldest son, Andrew. We added Matthew in 1978 and Emily in 1980. In 1989 our world sort of imploded when our youngest son arrived much too early. He made his appearance wieghing less than 1 1/2 pounds. Within days he had his first surgery and I took up residence in the NICU. I added the title "Mother of Special Needs Child" to my resume.
I would have happily given up this title in a moment and, at times, I might have been equally tempted to give up the child as well. However, no one offers you that choice. It has been a challenge. I butted heads... and egos... with schools, doctors and relatives. I've gained amazing friends and lost some others. The entire family has physical and emotional scars, but we have survived.
Alex had a wonderful high school experience. I will never be able to thank the staff at Mariemont High School enough. Alex's support staff really went the extra mile and a half to help him be successful.
Now this is the point in the story where the funny thing began to happen. Alex graduated from high school! He walked up to accept his diploma with the rest of his class. The child, who doctors said would never walk- talk-eat-breathe on his own, graduated from high school.
Then, this July, Alex moved into his own house. I am now an official "empty-nester" and I am not sure what to do with myself. The job market doesn't seem to need fifty-something women who have taught preschool, scooped ice cream, managed a deli, produced non-profit newsletters, advocated for folks with disabilities, lectured college and med students, run a community food pantry and worked as a church secretary.
So...a funny thing happened on the way to this blog...I finished my Mommy job and lost my identity. I am embarking on a journey to find my new purpose and invite you to follow my adventures in "The Granny Diaries."