Feel Good Friday: A Face Mask and Beer

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So this week was one of those challenging weeks that I had to dig deep for a Feel Good Friday Post. How could you be so unhappy when you have your new darling family member, Mini? Two things: sleep deprivation and garage sale prep.

The sleep deprivation is killing me. Because the weather has been so nice, I’ve been going on walks at night, and Marie ends up going to bed a bit later, which makes her wake up earlier. I understand that this might be ironic to some, but it makes perfect sense to me. Sleep begets sleep, I get it. I just don’t like it.

The garage sale prep is a major pain in the ass. I’ll spare you the blow by blow since I pretty much lit it up on Twitter and Facebook. (Which is you are not following me on Twitter, come check it out. If Twitter isn’t your thing, then check out me out on Facebook. I feel like I am talking to myself out there)! Anyway, for marketing purposes, I will now refer to the garage sale as The Treasure Sale; these fabulous items are wonderfully awesome treasures that no longer fit in my life, and need to find a good home. Because they are no longer allowed in mine. Ever.

Enough of the vent; here’s what went great this week:

- The satisfaction of kicking my dungeon’s basement’s ass and organizing it. Getting rid of stuff, especially some stuff that just had bad memories attached to it, felt liberating!

- I went to see Sex in the City with my bestie, Ann. The movie was OK (I wish the scene with Miranda and Charlotte talking about mom stuff would have been much longer because it was freakin’ hilarious), but having a Girls Night Out in the middle of the week was great.


- Thomas is talking so much more and pointing to things. It makes me happy to see him growing and learning. Maybe this newfound self-expression will lead to less screaming and banging his head on floor.

- Marie hates to ride her bike, but this week she rode 3 houses down and back twice! I think she’s ready for me to drop her off at the 7:00 a.m. Cycle class at the gym.


- I am super excited that I made it through this week. I am rewarding myself with a face mask and a Blue Moon beer. Cheers!

Have a great weekend!

Welcome Home, Mini!

Alternative title - My Mini is BA!

I have a very important announcement to make: we have a new family member! She’s beautiful, and I fell in love with her the day we brought her home. She is our brand new Chrysler Town and Country Minivan! I named her Mini for short. Now, for the record, I don’t usually fall in love with cars. If it gets me from Point A to Point B, it’s good enough for me. But things were starting to get cramped in our Trailblazer. There were books and toys and garbage everywhere! Not to mention, the space in the back was not big enough to accommodate the double stroller AND groceries. So Harrington and I talked long and hard about it. We decided to have the dealership buy his car and get the minivan. And two days later, I officially became a SAHM-y that drives a minivan.

Let me tell you, this vehicle is effin sweet (said like Napoleon Dynamite)! The doors open up and the car turns on at the push of a button. I feel like I have my own personal assistant that is always being really sweet by making sure that the car is ready for me. It’s awesome! My wrists are saved from yanking down on the trunk since I can close it at the push of a button, too. We got the upgrade on the center console so all my sunglasses and coupons can be stored neatly. Not to mention all the cup holders – water and coffee and sippies for everyone! I have secret trapped doors to store stuff like a portable high chair, umbrellas, and an ice scraper. The third row seating is now down so I can fit my double stroller and groceries, but when I want it up, like if I want to go to my aunt and uncle’s summer home with my parents, I can. Plus, Mini glows at night. It’s pretty sweet. Like I said, I am in l-o-v-e.*

Now, I understand that not everyone loves a minivan. I had one friend say that she doesn’t want to drive one because it’s the last piece of her that she is holding onto. I get that. I had someone else actually laugh that I got one. She backpedaled saying that she wasn’t laughing at me, she was just laughing because she never thought she’d drive one. I was confused by all that, but whatever. My Mini makes me feel like a BAMF. (For all you Dane Cook fans out there, you know what I am saying).

I understand why there are Haters out there. I didn’t think I’d ever want to drive one, either. I thought minivans were for the Uncool. That was before I had two kids and all the crap gear that comes along with them. But hey, that’s my life right now. My house is never totally clean all at one time. My yard is never perfect. I have young kids, that’s what happens. I have happily and blissfully given in to the minivan. So much so, I felt all light and cheery pulling out of the Target parking lot with Mini while listening to Marie’s Disney Princess CD. I will rebel in other ways, like blogging and tweeting and watching my reality TV shows and listening to my old Weezer and Beastie Boys CDs. That is when I am not rocking out to Disney Princesses. Either way, I feel bad ass with Mini. And as my good friend Ann says, “I never identified myself with my car so I never had a problem driving a minivan. I have one, and I am never going back.” True that, Ann, true that.

So now for the big reveal of Mini:

Isn’t she beautiful? (sigh)

*Chrysler has not paid me to write this. I don’t even think Chrysler knows I exist except in the form of a monthly payment.

So, Friends, anything new and lovely you want to talk about?