Just Heather

Today is the third day in a row I have woken up with a splitting headache. When your day starts with pounding coming from inside your head, you know it’s all downhill from there. I’ve been sick as a dog for 5 straight weeks* and I—in all my brilliance—decide that this would be a great week to finish our Sounds of Music Try-It during our Brownie meeting yesterday. Can you say ouch? 23 1st graders pounding the shit out of homemade drums and maracas does something for a headache Tylenol will never touch.

*No, I haven’t gone to the doctor yet. It’s a freaking cold people. It started with an ear infection and slight cough after Christmas. Then the ear infection went away, but the cough lingered for a week. Week 3 brought a cold so the cough decided to hang out and help me expunge the phlegm. The cough tried to fade during Week 4, but the cold became sinus problems and another ear infection. The antibiotics for both—naturally—caused a yeast infection. All of which is forming a militia with which to hunt me down, but none of which is actually life threatening. Therefore, I will not be lugging a toddler into the doctor’s office when I’m tired, pissy, and over-medicated inviting further sickness into our home via the munchkin. /rant

My posts have been few and far between these last few weeks. I didn’t think you needed a series of long whiny posts about the amount of snot and phlegm being expelled from my body. The good news is that after an entire month of hacking pieces of lung, my cough seems to be waning. The bad news is Spencer is now joining me in my suffering.

On the upside, we should empty at least one more tissue box before my Brownie meeting on Tuesday. We’re making guitars!

It’s official—I’m a soccer mom! I guess I kind of knew that, seeing as how my daughter is in her second season of soccer, but it’s still kind of weird. You would really think I’d get it—after all I did quit my job, drop out of college, and make a conscious decision to be a stay-at-home mom.

It wasn’t until tonight—at a PTO meeting—when I was surrounded by my fellow soccer moms that it hit me. I’m an official card-carrying member of the soccer mom club! When did that happen?!

This was never the picture I had in my head of where I would be at 27. I don’t know what, exactly, I thought I’d be doing. I just know that toting a toddler to my first grader’s Brownie meetings where I’m the troop leader, cheering sideline at soccer games where my husband is the coach, and munching on snacks with fellow moms at a PTO meeting was just not where I ever pictured myself.

Love is a funny thing.