7 Quick Takes Friday!


Thank you all so much for your comments on my post from earlier this week. I honestly appreciated every single one (honestly! Every one!*) And I got several emails and facebook messages that I haven’t had a chance to respond to, but I appreciated those too. I really was so hesitant to write about this because I didn’t think I could handle the “you’re causing scandal, you’re not a good Catholic, you’re only struggling because you’re an awful person” comments, and to the blogosphere’s great credit, I didn’t get any of those. Which makes me think that I probably have the most awesome readers on the internet. So thank you guys. And, since I know some of you were truly worried about my mental state, rest assured that I have been talking with my doctor and have resumed taking a low dose of medication that has helped me tremendously in the past. So, you know, I’m not just crossing my fingers and praying that God will turn me into a well-adjusted person for Christmas.


“I’m crying because it’s hard for me to eat! Fix me, Mommy!”

Also, at yesterday’s 2-month check-up, we found out that Angry Lincoln is tongue-tied. It’s not a severe tongue tie, so his growth is on track, but it is probably the root cause of all the gas/crying/screaming/misery. Unfortunately, it’s far enough back on his tongue to be too near the blood vessels for a quick in-office snip, so we’re going in on Thursday for an outpatient frenulectomy. I am SO relieved, even though I’m dreading the stupid “no eating or drinking after midnight” rule of death. I’m also hoping desperately that after the frenulectomy I can resume eating dairy and that his improvement since I stopped was just a fluke. It could happen. Right?


Guess what. I took the kids outside today in my pajamas since I haven’t done laundry in a week or three to play on the sidewalk while Lincoln was napping. I thought to myself, hey, self, it’s noon on Friday. There’s no one around to see that you look like a hobo, slept in your braid, and still have mascara smudged around your eyes since you fell asleep before taking it off. You’re safe to take the kids outside for the first time in two months. Go ahead. It’ll be good for you.

Anyone wanna guess what happened next? I bet you a million dollars you’d never guess it, unless you’re one of  my facebook friends who saw the hysterical status update I posted.


I got interviewed for the local news for an interview about whether or not we’d like a hospital built out here. On camera. In my pajamas, smudged makeup, and post-being-chased-by-knife-weilding-psycho-in-a-low-budge-horror-movie hairstyle.

Am I on Candid Camera? What the hell, universe?


The Ogre laughed hysterically when I called him at work to tell him, and then said, “why didn’t you just say no?”

A valid question, and one that I’m still asking myself right this very minute.


At least I was wearing a bra.


Oh, speaking of facebook friends, I feel the need to post a PSA here. I get lots of friend requests from people I don’t know, and since most of them seem like normal, well-adjusted people, I’m assuming they know me through reading my blog. My facebook policy is to not to accept friend requests unless I have had a face-to-face or email conversation with the person, so please don’t be offended if I say no. I signed up for subscribers, so I think if I deny a request that person is automatically subscribing to the posts I mark for everyone. I think. I dunno, I’m not really technically savvy, but I wanted to have a way to let people be sort of friends with me on facebook without creating a whole separate blog page, because then I would feel pretentious. So that was my answer. End PSA. Happy weekend, everyone! Go see Jen for more quick takes!

*Okay, I really didn’t appreciate the commenter who was like (and I’m paraphrasing here): “I’ve never read your blog before, but I’m going to diagnose you as having depression related to your addiction issues, which you only briefly mentioned but which I am positive you have not dealt with. I also think your husband is a jackass, and it’s obvious that you think so too, since you call him the Ogre. Please be advised that humor and/or sarcasm are languages I do not speak. I did, however, ace my freshman psych class. You’re welcome for my opinion.” However, I did think that Josh’s response to said commenter was. totally. awesome.

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