You'd think I'd be a skinny, sober, bitch...

It's amazing, as a parent of two small children, that I even get to eat. Ever. Get up, get this, he spilt that, she needs this, we need more napkins, he's done, she needs more food, I need....umm, to be able to enjoy my food in rest? As in sitting down, not stuffing it down quickly to make sure I get to eat it. And that's when I get to eat my food. Because we all know mommy's food is better than yours. In fact, one of the many sentences my son enjoys saying, is "me eat mommy's food." And how could you ever say no to such an adorable face?? So on that note, I make sure never to eat anything that I wouldn't want him to eat in front of him. Because one m&m can lead to a whole afternoon meltdown.

And the little girl? Ahhh, mommy's dear, sweet little girl who doesn't like to sleep. Ever. (Unless, of course it is in my arms). This beautiful girl, I am sure of it, was born with an internal radar. One that can sense when mommy is either relaxing, or (Gasp) having a cocktail. Because the second I crack open a beer or pour a glass of wine, she is up. And not like the "just put a binky in her mouth and she's fine" kind of way, but more of a 'ready to party' kindof way.

And call me crazy, but it's really just not that much fun drinking when you have a cranky nine month old wiggling around, oh-so-desperately trying to grab your beer bottle. (and for the record, she's obsessed with it). A girl after my own heart, I tell ya.

Hope

As much fun as I have had this year discussing politics (and watching The View to hear them talk about it too!), I am super happy that it is over. As I sit here typing, waiting for the BD to finish putting our son to sleep, I feel the flutter of anticipation, knowing with great excitement that the night ahead of us is filled with hours of tv watching as they start listing the winners upon poll closings. I feel hope, that our nation with have been able to look past color, past the fear that has purposely been shoved down our throats, past the lies that have etched across our tv screens, and will chose a man that will hopefully be able to lead us into a new direction. One that can close this gap that is looming between us. Because I think that most of us can agree that where we have been has not been good. Although it has been this fire that has sparked so much passion that past year (or four!), it is also the reason that I am happy to see today show up. I feel there is no longer a place to discuss politics...people are so hurt and angry and...scared. I have grown tired of hearing people bash the man I voted for today with unresearched lies. My voice has begun rise as I find myself repeating myself to those who have chosen to not listen to not only my view, but ANY VIEW OTHER THAN THIER OWN. I resent stations that only talk about thier candidates onesided. I do not enjoy being phone stalked by McCain's machines. I hate the caution that one must now take when voicing thier choice. I may not agree with your decision, but I would never hurt you for it. I may be saddened to hear your choice win. But I am an American, and I will support ANY kind of change that we elect. And if your man wins instead of mine, I will not judge him so quickly or simply the next four years, because I know that the next man in line has his work cut out for him. It's going to take a lot of work to fix all that has been broken the last eight years. Just know that if my man wins and he is unable to do so either, that it does not deem him a failure or make you in the right. It will not give you the right to criticize him or my choice. True change takes time.

Is it over yet?

I know this mommy blogs about needing a cocktail, but seriously. Holidays, (and as I'm learning, vacations, too) plus two children two and under equal one momma who not just needs a cocktail, but DESERVES one. I foolishly looked forward to the month of October. Pumpkin picking, harvest festivals, trick or treating. All those things that are only really cool if you're young. Or if you're with a young one. (which is why is almost seems cool when your single and childless to "borrow" a friend's kid, then you get to do all the cool things and get away with it without seeming weird. But then you get to return them at the end of the day. Way better deal.)
And to prove my point, as I'm typing we are watching a The Shining, and hear a scream. "Please," I pray, "let that be the movie and not one of the kids. Please let them stay sleeping."
Because the kids are crazy. Forget ghosts or goblins. The real terror is a kid in his terrible twos who is off of his routine and a baby girl who is cutting her first tooth. No amount of garlic is keeping these two away from me.
Shit, as we keep on watching, I am beginning to wonder if I should be concerned that the creapy kid in the movie is wearing a mickey mouse shirt and converse shoes...b/c, well, that's what our boy is wearing????
But really, all this holiday "fun" is causing this mommy to cherish the beer she has in hand, as she tries to convince herself that "Christmas will be better."