Sunday Morning Open Thread

What’s up?

I am recovering from a book club meeting I hosted last night. After years of attending one with former co-workers in San Francisco, another mom at Ari’s school and I started a trashy one at home. We read books like the Twilight series and Alisa Valdes’s Make Him Look Good — it’s such guilty pleasure that I should not even announce it in public — and play games wee into the night.

Last night we weren’t up too late, 9:30 p.m., playing Liverpool Rummy, but the kids were begging to go home. But hey, moms have to have fun, too! What do you do for fun?

In other news: I spotted this article by Laurie Puhn over the Expecting Words blog about overprotective husbands during pregnancy. These guys monitor everything their wives eat and drink. Thankfully, my husband is my polar opposite in this regard. I am the worrier and he is the mellow one, which has helped throughout pregnancy and the trenches of parenthood. While I want to rush my kids to the emergency room for every fall and illness, he is the one that makes me pause and admit things aren’t that bad. Are you or your spouse worriers?

What else is in the news? What’s up with you?

50 thoughts on “Sunday Morning Open Thread

  1. Your book club

    sounds like so much more fun than the stuffy ones!  I’d join one like that in a heartbeat.  :)

    Re the worrying, I had some ups and downs with my blood pressure throughout this pregnancy (from 98/58 to um, triple digits for BOTH numbers), and it seems to be lingering postpartum.  Someone is watching my diet like a hawk for salty foods…I hope the magnesium and vitamin D supplements the doctor recommended do the trick, because I am dying for some chinese or indian take-away.

    While it’s a little annoying, however, I’m glad he cares enough to pay attention to my health.

  2. Your book club

    sounds like so much more fun than the stuffy ones!  I’d join one like that in a heartbeat.  :)

    Re the worrying, I had some ups and downs with my blood pressure throughout this pregnancy (from 98/58 to um, triple digits for BOTH numbers), and it seems to be lingering postpartum.  Someone is watching my diet like a hawk for salty foods…I hope the magnesium and vitamin D supplements the doctor recommended do the trick, because I am dying for some chinese or indian take-away.

    While it’s a little annoying, however, I’m glad he cares enough to pay attention to my health.

  3. DH wouldn’t let me eat peanut butter when I was

    pregnant either time.  He had no problem with my weekly Guinness, but his fear of a peanut allergy drove me crazy.  I craved Pb & J so much when I had morning sickness.

    Part of me still sort of hates him for that, you know?

    • i would have starved

      without peanut butter when i was pregnant with DS, it’s all i ate.  then when i was 8 months pregnant one of the nurses at work told me i shouldn’t eat it because of the peanut allergy thing!  i freaked out but apparently that’s a myth.

      this pregnancy though it just gives me heartburn.  except for lance’s peanut butter toasty crackers, those have been my staple these last few weeks.

  4. DH wouldn’t let me eat peanut butter when I was

    pregnant either time.  He had no problem with my weekly Guinness, but his fear of a peanut allergy drove me crazy.  I craved Pb & J so much when I had morning sickness.

    Part of me still sort of hates him for that, you know?

    • i would have starved

      without peanut butter when i was pregnant with DS, it’s all i ate.  then when i was 8 months pregnant one of the nurses at work told me i shouldn’t eat it because of the peanut allergy thing!  i freaked out but apparently that’s a myth.

      this pregnancy though it just gives me heartburn.  except for lance’s peanut butter toasty crackers, those have been my staple these last few weeks.

  5. No worries

    We’re pretty relaxed – my husband’s mother is the extreme worrier so he’s taken the “chill out” road to live with her and I’m seeing the benefits of it.  

  6. No worries

    We’re pretty relaxed – my husband’s mother is the extreme worrier so he’s taken the “chill out” road to live with her and I’m seeing the benefits of it.  

  7. my turn to deal with lice

    My DS11 has lice! Ugh. I ran out and bought the special shampoo–the insecticide is a pyrethroid, so I’m not concerned about the toxicity. I also got a lotion that loosens the nits so we can comb them out, and then tomorrow he’s getting a buzz cut. Yep–my long-haired metal head has agreed to a buzz cut. He must be just as grossed out as I am. I’ll probably have nightmares about creepy crawly things tonight. On the bright side, he seems to be the only one with the critters.

    • buzz cut

      I love dramatically different haircuts so I hope you both have fun with the new look. And having short hair will make it all much easier to deal with. I hope it doesn’t take too much of you day to comb them out.

      • just combed out

        and it was gross, yet satisfying. As to the buzz cut, I just hope I don’t get the lice (now that I’ve been handling them all day), because I would seriously consider the Sinead O’Connor look if I did. My skin is just crawling right now.

    • oh yucky!

      i am so dreading the lice years!  luckily you have a boy so a buzz is an option!

      is it just me or is lice a much bigger epidemic now than when we were young?

      • seems like it

        I don’t remember it much from when I was a girl. Maybe our mom’s dealt with it and we just were unaware? Well, except for the kids that got them–it would be hard to be unaware of all this washing and combing.

      • We had it as kids

        My mom blames it on my T-ball helmet. She said it wasn’t a huge deal– she washed and dried everything on hot, got the shampoo from the doctor, combed out the nits, and that was it. She said it was about a week of dealing with it. Not too bad, in her opinion.

        I don’t think it’s any bigger now, but now that we’re parents we’re aware of it and as our kids reach school age, we have to deal with it.

  8. my turn to deal with lice

    My DS11 has lice! Ugh. I ran out and bought the special shampoo–the insecticide is a pyrethroid, so I’m not concerned about the toxicity. I also got a lotion that loosens the nits so we can comb them out, and then tomorrow he’s getting a buzz cut. Yep–my long-haired metal head has agreed to a buzz cut. He must be just as grossed out as I am. I’ll probably have nightmares about creepy crawly things tonight. On the bright side, he seems to be the only one with the critters.

    • buzz cut

      I love dramatically different haircuts so I hope you both have fun with the new look. And having short hair will make it all much easier to deal with. I hope it doesn’t take too much of you day to comb them out.

      • just combed out

        and it was gross, yet satisfying. As to the buzz cut, I just hope I don’t get the lice (now that I’ve been handling them all day), because I would seriously consider the Sinead O’Connor look if I did. My skin is just crawling right now.

    • oh yucky!

      i am so dreading the lice years!  luckily you have a boy so a buzz is an option!

      is it just me or is lice a much bigger epidemic now than when we were young?

      • seems like it

        I don’t remember it much from when I was a girl. Maybe our mom’s dealt with it and we just were unaware? Well, except for the kids that got them–it would be hard to be unaware of all this washing and combing.

      • We had it as kids

        My mom blames it on my T-ball helmet. She said it wasn’t a huge deal– she washed and dried everything on hot, got the shampoo from the doctor, combed out the nits, and that was it. She said it was about a week of dealing with it. Not too bad, in her opinion.

        I don’t think it’s any bigger now, but now that we’re parents we’re aware of it and as our kids reach school age, we have to deal with it.

  9. today has to be better

    i was so dizzy and spacey yesterday plus dealing with all the lovely gastro side effects of the increase in zoloft plus antibiotics.  boy that is not a good combo to take together!  i was up for half the night.  but today is a little better so far.  working on trying to eat and drink enough so i don’t get dehydrated again.  and i want to load up on probiotics but i don’t know if i can stomach any kefir right now!

    oh, i think it’s safe to say i am the worrier, LOL!  that’s the understatement of the year

  10. today has to be better

    i was so dizzy and spacey yesterday plus dealing with all the lovely gastro side effects of the increase in zoloft plus antibiotics.  boy that is not a good combo to take together!  i was up for half the night.  but today is a little better so far.  working on trying to eat and drink enough so i don’t get dehydrated again.  and i want to load up on probiotics but i don’t know if i can stomach any kefir right now!

    oh, i think it’s safe to say i am the worrier, LOL!  that’s the understatement of the year

  11. worrying

    This is so topical for me!  I am so the worrier in our family, when I was pregnant, when E was brand-new, and all through toddlerhood.  My DH is always the one to say, “Take a step back and look at her.  She’s fine.  You’re fine.”  The amazing thing is that he manages to be comforting and put me at ease without being condescending.  He also just has an incredibly level head and I know that if something were seriously wrong he wouldn’t hesitate to take action.  I think we balance each other out pretty well, although I could do with a LOT less worrying.  And then the worrying about worrying.  It’s kind of exhausting.  :)

  12. worrying

    This is so topical for me!  I am so the worrier in our family, when I was pregnant, when E was brand-new, and all through toddlerhood.  My DH is always the one to say, “Take a step back and look at her.  She’s fine.  You’re fine.”  The amazing thing is that he manages to be comforting and put me at ease without being condescending.  He also just has an incredibly level head and I know that if something were seriously wrong he wouldn’t hesitate to take action.  I think we balance each other out pretty well, although I could do with a LOT less worrying.  And then the worrying about worrying.  It’s kind of exhausting.  :)

  13. trying not to worry

    that DH or the kids will get whatever I got sick with. I’m pretty sure it was just something I ate. (Hint: if you make the quiche on Wednesday, you should probably toss it Saturday, not eat it.)
    Here’s hoping it’s not a bug, and that I’m Done. Tomorrow is DH’s birthday and we were planning to bring cake to his parents’ today, but the cake, needless to say, has not been made b/c I was out of commission last night.

    In general I’m more neurotic, although currently DH is more stressed out than I over where to send the kids to school next year. It’s time for DS1 to graduate (their school goes through K) and we’re not thrilled with our district school. K through 3rd grade has 800 students. Eight Hundred. And that’s after they moved 4th &5th to a new building! He will be lost. We tried to talk to the principal, and he said, “I’ll connect you to our lead (special ed) teacher. Contact me after spring break.” That’s MID APRIL. We’re not waiting that long, so we’ll have to go around him to find her..we’ll just get help from the lead at his current school.

  14. trying not to worry

    that DH or the kids will get whatever I got sick with. I’m pretty sure it was just something I ate. (Hint: if you make the quiche on Wednesday, you should probably toss it Saturday, not eat it.)
    Here’s hoping it’s not a bug, and that I’m Done. Tomorrow is DH’s birthday and we were planning to bring cake to his parents’ today, but the cake, needless to say, has not been made b/c I was out of commission last night.

    In general I’m more neurotic, although currently DH is more stressed out than I over where to send the kids to school next year. It’s time for DS1 to graduate (their school goes through K) and we’re not thrilled with our district school. K through 3rd grade has 800 students. Eight Hundred. And that’s after they moved 4th &5th to a new building! He will be lost. We tried to talk to the principal, and he said, “I’ll connect you to our lead (special ed) teacher. Contact me after spring break.” That’s MID APRIL. We’re not waiting that long, so we’ll have to go around him to find her..we’ll just get help from the lead at his current school.

  15. i’m the worrier

    my husband and stepson are so relaxed they couldn’t be bothered to CLOSE doors, let alone lock them.  i’d wake up to find our house had been wide open all night.  

  16. i’m the worrier

    my husband and stepson are so relaxed they couldn’t be bothered to CLOSE doors, let alone lock them.  i’d wake up to find our house had been wide open all night.  

  17. burned.out.

    Warning: Rant ahead!

    I suddenly reached the end of my rope today without even realizing I was getting close to it. Everything was fine, and then, everything was not fine.

    It started when I took DS to the office supply store with me. I needed a couple of things and he said he needed more binders. I asked what was wrong with the ones he has and he acted incredulous, like, obviously they get trashed and you can’t just re-use them for a new semester. Then he tells me he needs a new planner, since he can’t find the old one. (I bought him one, and the school gave him one, too. Where are they? Poof!) So I go off to get my stuff, one of which is a new packing tape dispenser because he doesn’t know what he did with the other one after he used it (and really can’t be expected to, you know, search for it). He shows up at the register with $40 worth of stuff, including a $10 planner, and a big pack of binder dividers. Hello, we have FIVE THOUSAND of those at home. But no, he must purchase some new ones.

    Then it was off to the dept. store so he could choose some new things for the winter formal on Saturday. No idea what to get, how to shop, etc., and that made me mad, too. SO PASSIVE. He ended up with a pair of shoes and didn’t even bother looking for/trying on anything else. I told him he could do any other shopping on his own time this week — he gets out at 12:30 since it’s finals week.

    Suddenly I was SO ANGRY. Angry that he waited until this afternoon to make a papier mache pinata that is due tomorrow and will of course not be dry, much less decorated. Angry that he needs to make a pinata to bring up his Spanish grade, and angry that you get extra credit for making a pinata. Angry that he left torn newspaper and gunk all over the place. Angry that he had casually said, “O and I are thinking of getting a limo for the formal,” as if, of course, everybody gets a limo. WTF?? Last year we chipped in for a limo and the thanks we got? “It was kind of ghetto.” Oh yeah? How about taking the BUS!

    Not sure what got into me today…. It might be that I took steroids to deal with pain, or it might be that his father and I seriously looked into hiring someone to drive him to school this week while DH is out of town so he could sleep in a little, and I am now asking myself, How crazy is that? There is a BUS at the bottom of this hill that he can walk his a$$ too.

    I guess every once in a while raising a spoiled entitled jerk gets to me. And DH is no help at. all. I think he, too, believes a limo and a new tape dispenser and all the fancy binders a person can possibly want are some kind of f*king birthright. I can’t help thinking that if it were just me, DS would be a little more mindful of taking care of things, and maybe even a little grateful.

    AAAARGH.

    /rant

    • Oh, that just sucks.

      I’m sorry. What a crappy day. When I have these “my child is a little spoiled rotten monster” days, I often pull up this onion article to make me feel better. Maybe it’ll work for you? Even a little smile? Though your son isn’t under ten anymore…I suspect that it continues for men well into their twenties.

      I’d give you advice, but I suspect that you already know all of it. It was just all at once and too much today. Tomorrow is another day. He won’t be any more grateful or careful with stuff, but maybe you won’t get ten different evidences of it in one day!

    • Ugh

      Oh, mamacita, I’m sorry. That stinks.

      Can you make him dig out that office supply stuff that he “lost” and maybe say that you are going to donate it or something?

      Say no to the limo if you think it’s too much. Who would be paying for that? Offer to give him a ride.

      I kind of feel for him on the pinata, I think that is something I would put off til the last minute too.  And I can’t see the value of a high school kid making a pinata, that is stupid : )

    • What a pain.

      It is hard to be a mom without going into an irritated rage from time to time!  I’m sorry you had a lousy day.

    • More sympathy

      Sorry you had such a bad day, mamacita. Hope things are looking a bit better today. And I know it’s of no help, but I’ll be furious if one of my DDs gives me that attitude around shopping for stuff they lost. I’ll be interested to see how I deal with carelessness, because for now it really isn’t a strength of mine…

  18. burned.out.

    Warning: Rant ahead!

    I suddenly reached the end of my rope today without even realizing I was getting close to it. Everything was fine, and then, everything was not fine.

    It started when I took DS to the office supply store with me. I needed a couple of things and he said he needed more binders. I asked what was wrong with the ones he has and he acted incredulous, like, obviously they get trashed and you can’t just re-use them for a new semester. Then he tells me he needs a new planner, since he can’t find the old one. (I bought him one, and the school gave him one, too. Where are they? Poof!) So I go off to get my stuff, one of which is a new packing tape dispenser because he doesn’t know what he did with the other one after he used it (and really can’t be expected to, you know, search for it). He shows up at the register with $40 worth of stuff, including a $10 planner, and a big pack of binder dividers. Hello, we have FIVE THOUSAND of those at home. But no, he must purchase some new ones.

    Then it was off to the dept. store so he could choose some new things for the winter formal on Saturday. No idea what to get, how to shop, etc., and that made me mad, too. SO PASSIVE. He ended up with a pair of shoes and didn’t even bother looking for/trying on anything else. I told him he could do any other shopping on his own time this week — he gets out at 12:30 since it’s finals week.

    Suddenly I was SO ANGRY. Angry that he waited until this afternoon to make a papier mache pinata that is due tomorrow and will of course not be dry, much less decorated. Angry that he needs to make a pinata to bring up his Spanish grade, and angry that you get extra credit for making a pinata. Angry that he left torn newspaper and gunk all over the place. Angry that he had casually said, “O and I are thinking of getting a limo for the formal,” as if, of course, everybody gets a limo. WTF?? Last year we chipped in for a limo and the thanks we got? “It was kind of ghetto.” Oh yeah? How about taking the BUS!

    Not sure what got into me today…. It might be that I took steroids to deal with pain, or it might be that his father and I seriously looked into hiring someone to drive him to school this week while DH is out of town so he could sleep in a little, and I am now asking myself, How crazy is that? There is a BUS at the bottom of this hill that he can walk his a$$ too.

    I guess every once in a while raising a spoiled entitled jerk gets to me. And DH is no help at. all. I think he, too, believes a limo and a new tape dispenser and all the fancy binders a person can possibly want are some kind of f*king birthright. I can’t help thinking that if it were just me, DS would be a little more mindful of taking care of things, and maybe even a little grateful.

    AAAARGH.

    /rant

    • Oh, that just sucks.

      I’m sorry. What a crappy day. When I have these “my child is a little spoiled rotten monster” days, I often pull up this onion article to make me feel better. Maybe it’ll work for you? Even a little smile? Though your son isn’t under ten anymore…I suspect that it continues for men well into their twenties.

      I’d give you advice, but I suspect that you already know all of it. It was just all at once and too much today. Tomorrow is another day. He won’t be any more grateful or careful with stuff, but maybe you won’t get ten different evidences of it in one day!

    • Ugh

      Oh, mamacita, I’m sorry. That stinks.

      Can you make him dig out that office supply stuff that he “lost” and maybe say that you are going to donate it or something?

      Say no to the limo if you think it’s too much. Who would be paying for that? Offer to give him a ride.

      I kind of feel for him on the pinata, I think that is something I would put off til the last minute too.  And I can’t see the value of a high school kid making a pinata, that is stupid : )

    • What a pain.

      It is hard to be a mom without going into an irritated rage from time to time!  I’m sorry you had a lousy day.

    • More sympathy

      Sorry you had such a bad day, mamacita. Hope things are looking a bit better today. And I know it’s of no help, but I’ll be furious if one of my DDs gives me that attitude around shopping for stuff they lost. I’ll be interested to see how I deal with carelessness, because for now it really isn’t a strength of mine…

  19. thanks everyone

    Tea and sympathy definitely make things better. And thanks for the funny link, aussieyank, it does help put things in perspective.

    I am STILL aggravated but not quite as enraged as I was yesterday, so that’s progress. But I haven’t completely cooled off, either.  I kinda feel sorry for DS because DH leaves in the a.m. and it will just be the two of us. Of course if DS wants anything while DH is gone he can just text him. I am sure there will be texts related to the limo, for example. I told DH I do not want us contributing to it — DS gets a big allowance and could have saved up if it was that important. But it’s not that important, it’s just expected. AAARGH.

    Anyway, thanks again. You guys are the best.

  20. thanks everyone

    Tea and sympathy definitely make things better. And thanks for the funny link, aussieyank, it does help put things in perspective.

    I am STILL aggravated but not quite as enraged as I was yesterday, so that’s progress. But I haven’t completely cooled off, either.  I kinda feel sorry for DS because DH leaves in the a.m. and it will just be the two of us. Of course if DS wants anything while DH is gone he can just text him. I am sure there will be texts related to the limo, for example. I told DH I do not want us contributing to it — DS gets a big allowance and could have saved up if it was that important. But it’s not that important, it’s just expected. AAARGH.

    Anyway, thanks again. You guys are the best.

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