Not worth it:
- the horrible pukey feeling I get whenever I see, hear or run across a mention of Sarah Palin. I think I've figured out why I have such a viscerally negative reaction to her--it has to do with the perfecter-than-thou mommies at MOPS who offer up chunks of godly advice like "if your three-year-old son isn't potty-trained yet, try sticking him in a cold shower whenever he messes his pants"--but I'm trying really freaking hard not to dwell on it.
- feeling helpless and paralyzed about anything career-, goal- or money-related. Can't someone just come tell me what to do? I promise I'll do it, or at least try.
- freaking out over the smudgy light switches which have been bothering the hell out of me for like four weeks now so you'd think I'd just grab a Magic Eraser and wipe them down already. God.
- the waves of self-loathing that wash over me whenever I look down at my big ol' muffin top jelly belly. Which I then try to push back into the generalized tide of dissatisfaction with the help of a nice big slab of cold leftover roast beef out of the refrigerator.
Worth it:
- hearing Fisher and Rhys cracking up over the dopey homemade Lego Star Wars videos on YouTube.
- snuggling up with the boys for our daily read-aloud of a chapter from the Landmark biography of Alexander the Great (how retro is that?).
- listening to Rhys read through another Little Bear story (this time, my favorite: "Little Bear Goes to the Moon") with growing confidence and a genuine giggle at the silly parts.
- having two boys (three if you count Jim) who genuinely appreciate my cooking and get all excited about corn dog casserole.
- going for a solo stroll through the neighborhood on a perfectly beautiful almost-fall day, earbuds screwed into my ears, Beck's "Peaches and Cream" cranking, crows and squirrels scolding as I pass under their tree-limb stakeouts.
- wriggling on my belly through the narrow spooky part of Ape Cave Lava Tube and emerging on the other side to a constellation of flashlights in my face.
- lifting weights and doing pushups 'til my arms get all trembly and I'm reminded how good it feels just to move.
- spending two and a half days in Vegas with two of my favorite co-workers learning awesome stuff about Photoshop on the company dime... and picking up a stellar Betsey Johnson coat in the process.
- getting Lightroom 2, Photoshop CS3 and Photomatix HDR tone-mapping software all working together in beautiful harmony.
- waking up half an hour before I have to be out of bed and spending that half hour with my head snuggled up on my sweetie's shoulder and, um, ahem.
- discovering that the boys have a previously-unsuspected love for the music of Kenny Rogers. (Shut up. Kenny Rogers rocks.)
- moments like this (rooty hair, smudgy-faced boy and all):
Yeah, pretty much totally worth it.
oh jeez. it's worth it to be not emaciated. you're a mommy, you have people who love you and who happen to be fatter than you (jim, me, your mormon bbw friend, uh, everyone else). we need to take some kind of body positivity seminar. or you need to go sit in a jacuzzi with all of my fat friends and i. it's cool. all of the water spills over the top.
also, your kids are amazing. i hope you had a good laugh over all of the ridiculous pictures jim too of me today. seriously, i DON'T photograph.
love!
Posted by: eryn | September 10, 2008 at 11:51 PM
Oh my...I think you just nailed the reaction to SP...that is totally the way I feel too and I think you are RIGHT!
Posted by: janet o | September 11, 2008 at 10:55 AM
Totally worth it indeed! And, great coat!
My favorite Little Bear is "A Kiss for Little Bear" "too much kissing" giggle.
Posted by: Mimi | September 11, 2008 at 11:05 AM
the waves of self-loathing that wash over me whenever I look down at my big ol' muffin top jelly belly. Which I then try to push back into the generalized tide of dissatisfaction with the help of a nice big slab of cold leftover roast beef out of the refrigerator.
i so totally know what you mean. i need to get the garden in order, the boxes unpacked, have friends over (hint, hint) and start an exercise regimine (sp?) that will strengthen and reduce flab. do i do it? nope, just sitting there on the couch and whining about how tired i am.
Posted by: azureavian | September 11, 2008 at 03:24 PM
Are there really women out there who punish their non-potty trained 3 year old children??? POor Caden would be in a shower all day long if he lived with them. Seriously? This happens? And here I am feeling bad about taking away his galactic heroes......
SP grosses me out. That's a fact, jack.
Your muffin top was hard earned by birthing those two, intelligently cool kiddos, and drinking delicious vats of Cab.
Worth it.
Posted by: Summer | September 11, 2008 at 08:39 PM
Looks to me like the worth its are far outweighing the not worth its. Good for you.
Hey, I'll call you today. Not sure if you had planned to come tomorrow evening?
Posted by: suchlovelyfreckles | September 12, 2008 at 07:38 AM
THEcoat is fab!!! Love the t-shirt in the picture....
Posted by: Angie S | September 12, 2008 at 08:02 PM
Palin makes me sick too... and will be the official reason I give for no longer supporting the Republican party. (Yes, this red state girl is officially over it.)
And that coat is to DIE for. I'm swooning over the thought that someone I know owns it. Wow!
Posted by: jenidallas | September 14, 2008 at 06:55 PM