Growing Up

Today several things happened that really made me feel like someone in her thirties, which I am (31). 

Firstly, I had a wonderful playdate with Heather- my college roommate, bridesmaid, and one of my bestest friends. It was so nice to chat and chat. We had lots to catch up on, even though we both blog so we're sort of up to date. Our blogs covered lots of big events, like our recent vacations and children's milestones.  We were able to get to the "important things", like how John and Kate are doing.  Just kidding- we got to rehash preschool trepidations and discuss baby planning and talk about our compost piles.  (but for real, we did touch on John and Kate)

So that's one reason I can tell I'm growing up. I met Heather when I was 17 and on that first day of college, I never envisioned we'd be so close so many years later, watching our 4 children play together and sharing grief over eating another brownie.  I especially wouldn't think I would be delighted to spend 5 hours talking about such "important things," but here we are.  She and I are in the same place in our lives and I know she'd never judge me for what I might want to talk about or do when we're together- she loves me on a larger timescale. (and right back at ya, babe!)  

Secondly, in a desire to reuse before recycling, Heather saved all of her old US Weekly magazines from the past 4 months for me. She knows I know nothing about who dines with who and what Octo-mom's up to lately.  I get all of my info from the Daily Show and occasionally, Yahoo Headlines. So thank you Heather for making sure I keep up to date with celebrity gossip. But here's where I'm old- I took at look at the first issue and I don't know who most of these people are!  I'm like my grandmother, name dropping Britney Spears as if that's who the kids think is cool nowadays. (we've all decided she's trash, right? or is it still just me?)

Thirdly, I ordered new sofas and they were delivered today. So hold there- I bought a piece of furniture for the first time EVER. I can tell you where every single thing in my house came from- who made it or who owned it first. It was painful to lay out fat dough for something as utilitarian as a sofa. But now that we have it, I'm so happy to lay on something soft and comfy and clean. (see worst part of the day)

And finally, tonight I scored low on the games on the Wii, which  is the mark of someone really young (like 1) or really old (like, I guess, 31).  And I didn't mention it to Jeremiah, but my wrist hurt afterwards. Dang that's sad.

Best Moment of the Day: Purposefully ignoring that our youngest daughters were fussing in their crib/pack and play upstairs, Heather and I were able to sit at her table and nosh while chatting for a few precious moments. No kids at the table. No kids in the room even. (I think the older kids were playing in another room. whatever. we were purposefully ignoring that too).  It was a beautiful day!

Worst Moment of the Day: At first it was totally going to be how it took us 1 hour to get to Heather's house and 2 hours to get home because of traffic. 

But then Jillian F'd with the new sofas. First it was the peanut butter unwiped from her fingers not even 10 minutes after we had just gotten home and seen the new sofas. Then it was how she jumped up from the table and sprinkled noodles all over the sofa bc they were stuck to her dress from dinner and she didn't wipe up. And finally, it was how I laid down to try out the new view of the tv and thought "this sofa smells like pee". When my other trial sniffs seemed ok, I brushed against the brown microfiber on the seat cushion and discovered that there were TWO pee marks on the sofa already! Geez, Jillian. Give me a break!

Thoughts of the Day:

I truly hate when the paparazzi badgers nice people and makes up lies about them in magazines so that they'll get sales. Buying the magazines fuels this fire. Reading the magazines doesn't fuel it, does it? 

Also, in the case of John and Kate, I really love their show. Their kids are adorable, I can really relate to Kate, and I think it's interesting to see how their family dynamic copes with different situations. 

But if by watching them I'm aiding in their exploitation, then shouldn't I boycott it? 

But since the show's their main source of family income and I want them all to make their bill payments and stay happy and healthy, shouldn't I support their show by watching it? And wouldn't buying the tabloids help out their amount of media attention and thus strengthen their bid for another season?

But since it would suck to have lies and exaggerations and distasteful truths about your parents spread all over the world, shouldn't I boycott the show as a way to stop the tabloids and thus spare the kids?

But then their parents would have to get jobs and they'd never be able to afford that nice house for 10.  I guess I'll read US Weekly. And I'll do it for the children.