Int. Mid-Day. A townhouse in suburbia.
A giggling and adorable three year old boy zooms around a corner and into a powder room. The child must dodge around the door and around the Bjorn potty chair that is wedged into the small room. He is chased by his mother, a youngish oldish type that looks really familiar in a vague way.
Child: 'Mommy you NO GET MEEEE haaaahahahhaa'
Mother: 'Oh I am gonna GET YOUUUUU hahahaaaa'
The child closes the powder room door as his mother stops short. The 'CLICK' of the door locking is audible.
We see the waves of thought pass over the mother's face. Is he safe? Do I know how to unlock the door from the outside? What should I do , he's actually contained for a moment?
The mother jogs up the stairs. She enters her master bedroom and picks up a small box of large paper clips. Opens box, removes a single one. Unbends it part-way. With this she will unlock the door.
The mother jogs back down the stairs.
The bathroom door is open.
There is pee all over the floor. The mother shakes her head and wonders 'why' for a split second before going into the kitchen for some towels.
End.
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Thursday, May 12, 2011
Thunder and Lightning OH MY Plus a Love Story.
Summer in Illinois means one thing...giant thunderstorms.
Last night's was a big one. Thunder was shaking my house before a single drop fell.
Then I went to work...came home...watched some of Scott Pilgrim (which I TOTALLY thought I was going to hate and I ended up REALLY liking so far)...went to bed around 1130...
And was awakened by massive thunder. Then I was further awakened by a frightened little boy crawling into my bed.
You would think...that's sweet...snuggle with the kiddo and protect him from the scary thunderstorm all mommy-style...
Which happened. For all of eighteen seconds. Then he started kicking and asking questions. And shifting. At four AM. When my husband's alarm goes off at 5:37. Dang.
He would only go back to his own bed if I gave him milk. Chocolate milk. Which I did. Because I was delirious.
I have created a monster.
Now. Today is my fourth wedding anniversary. I tell people that in the story of How Brian and Althea Got Together, I look really bad. Laughably so, even. I mean ... the story begins with me meeting him while he was dating my then-best friend. She and I are still close, but not as close as we were then. And that's totally ok! hi Becci! Love you!!!
Then there's the part where I got him to break it off with his fiancee when we reconnected almost 5 years later.
Yeah. I know. Please don't judge me.
But our relationship has proven to me time and again that God places us with people for a reason. My husband has helped me learn so much about myself. He is a hands-on dad and a loving husband. I don't write him the flowery love notes I used to. And I think I should try to do that more often. I will, hunney! I love you!!!
Some photos from the happy day 4 years ago:
Last night's was a big one. Thunder was shaking my house before a single drop fell.
Then I went to work...came home...watched some of Scott Pilgrim (which I TOTALLY thought I was going to hate and I ended up REALLY liking so far)...went to bed around 1130...
And was awakened by massive thunder. Then I was further awakened by a frightened little boy crawling into my bed.
You would think...that's sweet...snuggle with the kiddo and protect him from the scary thunderstorm all mommy-style...
Which happened. For all of eighteen seconds. Then he started kicking and asking questions. And shifting. At four AM. When my husband's alarm goes off at 5:37. Dang.
He would only go back to his own bed if I gave him milk. Chocolate milk. Which I did. Because I was delirious.
I have created a monster.
Now. Today is my fourth wedding anniversary. I tell people that in the story of How Brian and Althea Got Together, I look really bad. Laughably so, even. I mean ... the story begins with me meeting him while he was dating my then-best friend. She and I are still close, but not as close as we were then. And that's totally ok! hi Becci! Love you!!!
Then there's the part where I got him to break it off with his fiancee when we reconnected almost 5 years later.
Yeah. I know. Please don't judge me.
But our relationship has proven to me time and again that God places us with people for a reason. My husband has helped me learn so much about myself. He is a hands-on dad and a loving husband. I don't write him the flowery love notes I used to. And I think I should try to do that more often. I will, hunney! I love you!!!
Some photos from the happy day 4 years ago:
Lighting the unity candle together that had been already lit by our mothers who are now , obviously united to each other.
I just love this one. Right before the reception in the limo.
Our wedding and reception were totally magical. It was an amazing party that also resulted in the union of two people who were meant for each other.
Love you, Mr. Smith!!!!
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Colors and The Things Around Us
Wow. I've been coming on to blogger and reading, not writing. That's not really the purpose.
I had all four of my wisdom teeth pulled on April 29th and am still healing. Let me tell you...having oral surgery is terrible. My only surgery reference point was abdominal surgery when I was 19 and my c-section with the kiddo. I was terrified. The only good thing about being a panicky freak is that things generally aren't as bad as I make them in my mind.
So now I have holes in my mouth that are slowly slllllowly healing closed. They aren't too painful except for the lower left. The one with the nerve. That one...is ow.
Other changes to the Life of Althea...hm...I've been having nightmares about people who do not wish me well. Recently I have removed someone (rather harshly, in retrospect) from my life and I'm dreaming about her.
But last night was a doozy. About a woman I shall refer to as Melissa. In real life, she's got something against me. In my dream last night she was being fake-nice and tricksy. Yuck.
Moving on.
I am finally feeling well enough and the weather is finally dependably nice enough for daily walks around the hood. I'm taking advice from Rebecca Woolf and bringing the camera along.
He wasn't angry-he was trying to unscrew the bolt on the hydrant.
I had all four of my wisdom teeth pulled on April 29th and am still healing. Let me tell you...having oral surgery is terrible. My only surgery reference point was abdominal surgery when I was 19 and my c-section with the kiddo. I was terrified. The only good thing about being a panicky freak is that things generally aren't as bad as I make them in my mind.
So now I have holes in my mouth that are slowly slllllowly healing closed. They aren't too painful except for the lower left. The one with the nerve. That one...is ow.
Other changes to the Life of Althea...hm...I've been having nightmares about people who do not wish me well. Recently I have removed someone (rather harshly, in retrospect) from my life and I'm dreaming about her.
But last night was a doozy. About a woman I shall refer to as Melissa. In real life, she's got something against me. In my dream last night she was being fake-nice and tricksy. Yuck.
Moving on.
I am finally feeling well enough and the weather is finally dependably nice enough for daily walks around the hood. I'm taking advice from Rebecca Woolf and bringing the camera along.
Yesterday we debuted his big wheel. Pedaling is hard, so he just mostly scooted around with his feet.
And then we went home.
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