Sunday, February 10, 2013

E Coli, Be Not Proud

I was going to wait and post tomorrow; but now it seems as if I have some sort of food poisoning thing going on, and I'm not sure I'll live that long. 

Not to be overly dramatic or anything...

We had a spectacularly ordinary weekend around here - driving kids places, doing our monthly commissary run, watching Larry paint primer on yet another set of newly insulated walls. Excitement, apparently, has no place in our solidly suburban lifestyle, people.  Now that our baby-raising days are over, we find ourselves smack in the middle of the carpool/music lessons/teen years, which are - shall we say - not replete with hilarious tales of vomited-on parents and barf-spewing kids.

Well, I guess that's probably a good thing, right?

But, you see, the problem is that no one does anything cute around here anymore.  I swear, we used to spend hours watching our 2-year-olds cavort around the living room.  Even mealtimes are less fun, because there's no one spitting out food to make everybody laugh.  Is this how everyone without babies lives?  What do you people do to amuse yourselves? 

I dunno - it sure looks festive...
Also, I'm on the verge of being unemployed.  Have I mentioned that?  It's good timing, actually, since I'm turning fifty in a few months; so now I will have plenty of time on my hands to start a full-blown midlife crisis. 

Go back to work full time (that is, if I can even find a job)?  Run away from home and join an ashram?  Start life over as a barista in Seattle?  The variety of options is almost overwhelming.

Maybe I'll just buy myself a bicycle.  That is, if I manage to survive this current bout of  e coli...

[50 image: Buzzard's Beat]


  1. I would hire you to just be around your awesomeness and share hypochondriac experiences while ignoring kids all day long. Alas I am broke...

  2. It's long after midnight and I have been working on a job application with the school district. Mostly, I am filling out the same forms again with the same information that I put in 2 months ago. It turns out that they only keep incomplete applications for 30 days. That'll teach me!

  3. Hope you feel better? Fifty is the new 30. I think that is good

  4. Sorry about the food poisoning. That's rough.

    I miss the watching babies and toddlers do adorable things too. My kids have become much more fun to have a conversation with, and I like that my oldest curls up with me to watch Downton Abbey, but baby bellies and the cuteness.... I think this is why people long for grandchildren.

  5. Given the choice of dull or vomit, I'd go for dull, personally. Which probably has a lot to do with why I don't have children. There's always knitting. (Though bicycles are fun too!)

    Hope you're feeling better soon. Food poisoning is definintely not fun at all.

  6. You are getting a late start on your mid-life crisis, missy. I've been lowkey freaking out for 6 months and I'm turning 49 next month.

    Yes, what Korinithia said about grandchildren. Cannot. Wait.

    Feel better! Food poisoning is the worst--when it comes time for colonoscopy prep, just remember E. Coli was worse!

  7. I can't wait to hear what your next chapter looks like. I'm still trying to figure out mine.

  8. Yeah, they say we'll take up hobbies, but I'm not so sure.

    Self-identity, redefined... Something like that.