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Give It a Rest Already! PDF Print E-mail
Written by CC   
Friday, 19 April 2013 08:07

It’s not that I don’t like writing anymore, because I do.  It’s not that I gave my kids away---yet.  It’s not that I can’t take the pressure anymore…   Please…  I’ve got nothing but free time.  And it’s not that summer is on the way…  even though that’s definitely part of it. 

And it’s definitely not because I am passed out under the kitchen table, mid-martini sip.  That would just be tacky…  So please don’t peek in my windows.  Things are totally under control.

But it is because I need a freaking break!  I know, how difficult can it be to write a stupid story about your life?  Well, it’s not.  But I still have drinks to concoct, children to beat, friends to make fun of and interests to find.  Cause really, what’s necessary outside of Netflix and locking the kids out of the house to make interests fall by the wayside?  But I really can’t say that on the internet. 

Oh wait, you can say whatever the hell you want on the internet.  Gotta love free speech, for the most part, until someone says something stupid.  Good thing I’ve never done that.  So it’s good time to take a break before I say something, more stupider. 

I will miss you all, and here’s hoping you miss me in 2 and a half seconds, cause that’s how quickly your next twitter and facebook roll will move the fuck on to something else!  But cheers to you and yours, while I take a break with meeees and mine.  Yes, that’s a word! 

(In case my cryptic magic of writing eludes you, I’m taking a break from writing and blogging for awhile, so I can drink more and tell people how much time I’m spending with my family.  Hope you find time to do the same thing for yourself.  See you soon.)

Much love,

C freaking C

On Gossamer Wings PDF Print E-mail
Written by CC   
Tuesday, 09 April 2013 16:42

I like titles that may or may not have anything to do with the story.  I feel like it helps us relate better to life.  Motherhood may or may not relate to happiness and fulfillment.  Although to be fair, sometimes at the spa when reflecting on motherhood one can feel happiness and fulfillment, I am fairly certain.  And just like this little story, the motherhood part of it didn’t really make me feel happy and fulfilled, you know, at all.  And I don’t know what feeling I did feel.  But you’ll see in a moment.   Perhaps you can help me with the emotion I am unable to pin down.


Sex Trafficking PDF Print E-mail
Written by CC   
Monday, 01 April 2013 13:20

A friend called me last week.  Well, she went to high school with my husband, but I have made her a friend of my own now.  Sometimes I steal.  It can’t be helped.  She’s one of those people who fill the room with energy, passion and general fun.  She usually calls to say, ‘Let’s get together.’  And I always say yes with the most fervor, and months go by before we get those happy hours set up or parties attended.  But when we do, my belly aches from laughing, and I just know life is good with people like that around. 


So when she asked me to call this time, I was surprised she asked me if I had anything to say about sex trafficking.  Okay, she didn’t ask exactly like that.  But I have to admit it caught me off-guard.  I’m sorry, is that the name of a new martini?  But no.  It wasn’t.  And then she said something like, “If my meager life could mean anything, I want to help with this event.”  I get that.  I feel that way.  You probably do too.  But I often give ‘Cookies for Kids’ Cancer’ or to a safe house for young teen mothers, who might be on the street.  Sex trafficking hadn’t crossed my mind, for a lot of reasons. 

Middle Age and All That Stuff PDF Print E-mail
Written by CC   
Thursday, 28 March 2013 14:02

Here’s the thing, the thing I’ve been pondering the last couple weeks.  Maybe it’s more like one thousand twenty-two things I’ve been pondering.  I am a mess with ideas and concepts and philosophies and trying to make sense of this feeling in the pit of my stomach.  I wonder if it’s because I am a mom with kids who are doing more and more on their own.  I thought I had already gotten used to that.  But I now realize the rest of my life will be a road of my children more and more on their own, needing me less, me needing them more, even though I want more of myself too. 

Playground Kisses PDF Print E-mail
Written by CC   
Tuesday, 12 March 2013 13:09

So I’m walking up playground kissesto my 6 year old’s Kindergarten classroom, excited and happy to show up for the class party.  As I work more, I get more and more thrilled when I get to be at school things.  I still make it for most things, but it’s like an achievement when I show up, not a foregone conclusion. 


So I am in happy, involved, stay at home/working, idealist in freefall mom mode, when the class aide saunters up to me.  She’s a lovely lady, and I smiled brightly.  I do that for myself, thinking whatever comes next, the initial smile was from me, CC, the person.  The next emotion will be in response to whatever my 6 year old has done to elicit the conversation.  That will be from CC, the mom. 


I note, because it was the first thing I checked once I smiled, that she had a kind and loving look on her face.


“Mrs. Mac-N-Cheese (no one calls me that), I just want to let you know that Zoom and another little girl were kissing on the playground all morning.  We had to tell him this wasn’t allowed at school.  I just wanted you to know because they told me they are having a playdate this afternoon.”

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