<p>T. M. I. !</p>
<p>No more chocolate! I have declared a moratorium on chocolate. Forget eating it, it just gets applied directly to my butt.</p>
<p>Sex talks with your kids can be priceless…when it finally came time to broach the subject with my d, I don’t know, she got hung up on some detail and kept asking “but where does the belly button come in?” </p>
<p>A very minor intro to the subject with my middle s arising from seeing H and I kissing, began with “mommy and daddy kiss b/c we love each other and then…” Apparently he tuned out the rest. Later that day, he and my H were at the grocery store. S did something sweet and H said he loved him and kissed him on top of his head. S then said, in that piercingly clear voice that little ones often have, “Does that mean we can make love, Daddy?”</p>
<p>Okay enough sex stories from me. Hope it was a decent Mother’s Day for all and now we are back to the usual.</p>
<p>P2N,</p>
<p>“ewwwww” is exactly the phrase my kids use whenever there is vague inkling that my wife and I are currently or ever were intimate. We even get it for casual PDAs (Public Displays of Affection, not Personal Digital Assistant).</p>
<p>My kids “caught” us kissing in the kitchen one time and one of them shrieked, “Eww, that’s gross! I saw you put your tongue in her mouth!” I think the kid was 17 at the time. Ba-dum-ching (Rim shot!)</p>
<p>Our D came home one day from Kindergarten and said “I know what french kissing is.”</p>
<p>And she did!!! 8)</p>
<p>Even funnier was that she heard it from her friend Emma, who seemed the sweetest, most innocent child in the class.</p>
<p>Um. In my case the problem is having so much to do and drinking a lot of water. The anatomy is fine. Anyway…</p>
<p>That’s what I get for trying to change the subject. I thought it was comical. I need to seriously readjust my posting meter:).</p>
<p>I too had a nice MDay. My D sent me flowers from college. My S gave me a card in which he had crossed out all text referring to doing laundry and picking up kids with text regarding China and trade shows. Warmed my little heart.</p>
<p>Zimmer, very funny.</p>
<p>Thanks - between that and the “female” talk, ya gotta laugh. My mom still tells the one where she was in the bathroom and asked me to go get her a sanitary napkin. Well, I was a big-time reader even at 7 and I knew what “sanitary” meant! So I went into the kitchen pantry and opened up a brand new package of dinner napkins.</p>
<p>Your posting meter is fine. Just trying to make sure you weather this mother’s day in good form, Alum–ya know–as a vibrant 50 year old, Ferragamo wearing, Glenn Close look-alike who isn’t weeing herself. ;)</p>
<p>Do you have a Pilates machine mommusic? I’ve heard the machine makes all the difference.</p>
<p>Fellas…if you opened that kegel link you have only yourselves to blame. Ohterwise, don’t tell me you don’t have a vested interest in that department. I live on construction sites. </p>
<p>Yesterday a young concrete finish worker was finishing off the parking deck slab as I shouted over a compliment–and whaddya know–SHE stood up and smailed! First female on that particular jobsite–besides me.</p>
<p>My Mothers Day consisted of a long walk in the park in the gorgeous sunshine, wearing earphones (which I normally never do) to listen to the Mets game which my kids were at. They thoughtfully called afterward to tell me it was the best game they’d ever been to.</p>
<p>In all seriousness, it was a perfect day.</p>
<p>cheers–no machine, just classes. And sometimes I get my son down on the floor and make him stretch with me. He’s a runner & tends to be tight so it’s good for him too.</p>
<p>garland–I <em>know</em> you’re female, but I must tell you–every time I see your name I flash on a man I knew a long time ago named garland and my brain gets temporarily confused!</p>
<p>OK, it’s been nice having the kids home but today one leaves for a while and the other starts his summer job. I had forgotten the constant need for meals they have. ;)</p>
<p>Whew—what a busy last few days. I’m thinking it’s “training” for graduation week/weekend. Lovely mother’s day here—my older D got up at 6:45 and drove to the grocery store and bought stuff for a lovely breakfast for me – complete with a beautiful rose-- and she organized my dreaded tupperware storage drawers, before she hibernated into her room to study for AP exams. D2 came out and worked with H as my “slaves” and got several things done outside that I had wanted help with. </p>
<p>Went out to dinner w/ M-I-L, then went home and shifted into b-day mode (D2 turned 16 yesterday). D1 and I had a banquet last night to attend with brainiac kids from 75+ high schools in our area, while H and D2 went on a “date” to celebrate her b-day, before she went to her last ballet class before the recital. </p>
<p>Later this week, H flies with his mom to nephew’s grad in St. Louis, while D1 has her wisdom teeth removed, and D2 has a 7-hr dress rehearsal Fri and one of those 4 or 5 hr dance recitals on Saturday. (I’m thinking that poaching one of D1’s pain killers may help me make it through the 4 hours, 54 minutes that does NOT include D2’s 2 dances). </p>
<p>I guess it’s better than being bored!!!</p>
<p>Wow, I got tired just reading that, a-phys-mom! For stamina, I prescribe smoothies for everyone, spiked or not as is your preference.</p>
<p>And in deference to the deities of superstition, I will not say any more here until Thurs. but please please please keep TSFH (and his long-suffering mother) in your thoughts through Wed. and send cosmic energy his way. The next 48 hours will determine whether he will graduate in 10 days or not. Yikes, he does know how to surround himself with drama, I’ll give him that…</p>
<p>mootie, done. </p>
<p>(Maybe if we have the marmots tell him that the “FH” will never be dropped from his name, he won’t have to keep earning it?)</p>
<p>astrophysicsmom–like Disney’s Fantasia, the dance recital may be appreciated better while stoned? (Or so I’ve been told.) ;)</p>
<p>Or take a page out of these kids’ books and fill your water bottle with something else!!!</p>
<p>Maybe a book on tape and thread the wire through your shirt…</p>
<p>Runs in - chugs whatever is at the bar - does a primal scream and then runs back out. Heading back to hospital. Senior D was operated on for ruptured appendix at 11 pm Sunday evening. After dancing two performances on Saturday. Girl is tough. probably too tough. Surgeon says any abdominal pain lasting more than 6 hours - seek medical attention immediately. We thought it was a stomach virus - started Friday night, thought it was a little better on Saturday. Surgeon says she should be ok to walk at graduation a week from Thursday. Not the best Mother’s day I’ve ever had. Plenty of Mom guilt here. :(</p>
<p>Zimmer07,
That reminds me…I once scheduled a dinner in a restaurant with two close friends. I really did want to have dinner with them, and then I realized that the long-planned dinner would fall on the date of a World Series game. I used a transistor radio clipped to the slacks of my pants suit and carefully threaded the wire from the earpiece up through my suit. Fortunately, I have long dark hair and it was easily concealed. Only once or twice did I make an “unnatural” movement at the table when something exciting happened during the game. 
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<p>georgiamom-OMG, hope that your D is doing better now and that she has a smooooooooth walk through graduation!</p>
<p>Ahahahaha.</p>
<p>Making me laugh.</p>
<p>Love the idea of the wire in the ear. When D danced, I was always OK to watch. It was in full-length ballets, and she was in enough of each ballet, and then there were the cutie-pie little girls etc. But when S was playing the saxophone, horribly? OMG. I would sit in the audience and try not to howl with laughter. One of the kids in his school band played even worse than S and when he would join in his saxophone would go, “HONK!” really loudly. And then S would laugh, the little rat, and I would have a really hard time not bursting out guffawing.</p>
<p>A wire to some boring technical podcast would have been the right antidote.</p>
<p>And Gmom - eek on the appendix but yay she’s fine, it will make a good story. My D had to be taken for emergency appendectomy on July 4, while we were visiting my mom in Santa Barbara. I paced the halls waiting for doctors to come rushing out with word of disaster. But the worst thing turned out to be her nausea the next day:). So get well soon to your D.</p>
<p>Good luck for graduation to all, especially, of course, to TSFH, may he become TGraduateFH!</p>
<p>In honor of superstition however, and ballet tradition, should I tell TSFH to break a leg instead?</p>
<p>Yep. Georgiamom knows how to make an entrance. And an exit. Eek, indeed.</p>