Y’all, I am bursting with maybe-good-news. I am positively OVERCOME with actual hope that young master Monkeypants is finally—FINALLY!—feeling better. This week at school has been… well, it’s unprecedented. That’s not to say that there haven’t been any challenges, but said challenges are fewer and haven’t turned into crises. And when Otto asked Monkey if he could describe what he was feeling, he sort of fluttered his hands around the way he does when there’s more than he can force out of his mouth and said, “I don’t know. I just feel a lot calmer.”
But we’re not going to talk about it, because it still feels fragile. I want it to be real and permanent and while LOGICALLY I know saying something isn’t going to affect matters one way or the other, the superstition is strong with this one.
This leaves me with little of note to discuss, save for the fact that Chickadee’s misadventures of late had Otto suggesting, “Why not write about how she’s going to have to quit all of her after-school stuff soon to accommodate her 4:00 p.m. bedtime?” Yep, the bedtime keeps getting shoved back. It’s not changing anything, yet, but who doesn’t love a good power struggle? (Oh, right. Me.)
So—as is my wont when I have nothing to say—I thought I’d check in with my referrer logs to see what folks have been searching for here, lately. These are actual search keywords that brought people to my humble corner of the Intertubes.
wedding dress boobs falling out
You have no idea how proud my parents must be of me right now. Also, I’d be happy to share my boob tape with you.
boobs squezed [sic]
Uh. Yeah. That sounds like a personal problem. Sorry!
Look, I get it, but I am starting to worry about the sheer volume of boob-related content here.
Right here! (Do we really need to search the ‘net for this? According to my daughter, there are tons of us mom jerks! Everywhere!)
what makes me itch
Listen, I’m as big a fan of Google as the next nerd, but I just don’t know that that one’s going to work. I mean, it could be anything. Ragweed! Cats! Sarah Palin! I really don’t think Google is going to know for sure, and I certainly don’t, either.
do dop dippity kia
son took ballet shoes
Still trying to figure out how that landed anyone here. Pretty sure Monkey can barely find his own sneakers, and would have no use for ballet shoes.
my daughter loves her hair short
Good for her! And for you! My daughter loved her hair short, too, right up until she decided to grow it out.
That someone searching on that would find ME is a testament to the randomness of Google. Here, let me help: I’m just a yankee mom jerk tarnishing the south! The real southern ladies are pretending not to know me.
wii fit chickadee cheat
Uhhhh… Chickadee is not cheating on the Fit. Or with the Fit. Or… this conversation is making me itch. (Hey!)
little petshop of horror
Well, that’s an oldie but a goodie. (For the record? They still freak me out.)
yes we have no bananas
Not actually about bananas at all. I feel like I should apologize.
i feel pretty oh so pretty
And you should. Are those new shoes? And look how shiny your hair is!
Now let us resume secretly, quietly fist-bumping that thing we are not going to talk about. Because—crazy searches or not—this was a really good week.