This is the last weekend before my book deadline.

Ur. Did you know I’m writing a book? I am. The Smart Bitch book. It’s due. I’m writing. I’m tired. Holy shit. So this weekend, I’m going to be writing all the time, non stop.

And it’s going to be 98 and humid. OH FUCK THAT. So not only will I have the ends of my hair in both sides of my mouth, chewing away in a caffeine-fueled panic, but I’ll be worrying about Hubby wrangling both dudes in the heat that’s so freaking hot it’s not entirely safe for Baba O’Riley.

*sigh*

One more week, and then I hand in the manuscript. Keep swimming. Swimming sounds good, actually. Wonder if I can edit a chapter on pen and paper in the pool....

After sitting on the threshold of the great Democratic National Orgasm as superdelegates jumped one after another into the boat that says “Obama,” I went upstairs to work while Hubby, with much glee, watched election returns. He also went to the grocery store because he is a prince among men, but that’s not the point of this entry.

I was idly clicking through some of the coverage online, and found the greatest comment ever. On the AmericaBlog, in response to an entry that shows a report on MSNBC that Clinton’s camp has said that she won’t accept the VP spot but that Obama better dare not offer the spot to another woman.

*(blinks)*

Anyway. Best comment ever:

She’s like Wayne’s ex-girlfriend in Wayne’s World.

Stacy: You don’t like it? Fine. You know Wayne, if you’re not careful, you’re going to lose me.

Wayne Campbell: I lost you 2 months ago. We broke up. Are you mental?

AWESOME.

ETA: It was only a matter of time before the best of the LOLBamas showed up. Here’s This one cracked me up like whoa.

Hubby and I were married 8 years ago today. Hi Hubby! Thanks for marrying me! You kick ass.

It seems that the 8th anniversary traditional gifts are pottery and bronze. Freebird has been obsessively watching Little Einsteins, in particular one episode featuring African pottery as the “Art of the Day.” Hubby says he’s not interested in African pottery for a gift.

He is, however, going to the CVS to get me some Benadryl, which I take to help me fall asleep. He has proposed that the 8th anniversary be the pharmaceutical anniversary. Awesome! So what should I get Hubby? He proposes “Flomax” because it’s fun to say (not because he has a prostate problem) but I was thinking I could find something better. Hmm. 

PunditKitchen. There is no other site but that one.

Also, maybe I has cabinets in kitchen? Maybe not.

But I do has PunditKitchen. All be well. 

Still busy, and therefore still boring. Deadlines are hard and writing is hard and I have to remember that it won’t be like this forever even though the recent past and the recent future are the same as the now - busy busy busy.

This weekend, however, I learned an important lesson. One: Baba O’Riley is so strong, wrestling with him when he wants to be held but also stand up, be cuddled but also explore, and generally trying to keep him safe and not screaming is a very difficult burden on one’s spine. Hubby and I are both feeling the strain of wrestling the super strong Baba, but at least I know it’s normal. He’s just about to start crawling, so he’s extra clingy. Plus he’s cutting teeth top bottom left and right, so I’m sure he’s feeling the need for comfort even as he wants to get up on his knees and hands and take off.

Two: if it’s nice out, go outside, because it’ll rain later in the day. Both Saturday and Sunday started clear and beautiful, and we took the boys for long walks in the morning. We hadn’t showered, I particularly looked rather awful, but we didn’t give a shit - because later in the day it poured and we were inside the rest of the day. But the sunny morning start really made my day. I have to be aware that I can’t take the good weather for granted, and even if my hair is a violation of international peace, I should go outside and enjoy the sun.

The kitchen is still not done. I think it might not ever be completed. But, progress is imminent, and someday I’ll reteach myself how to cook again. I wonder what I’ll make in the new kitchen first. I already have plans for sourdough starters, baking gingerbread cookies and letting Baba and Freebird go wild with icing, mini cupcakes… and roasted chickens, roasted tomatoes, and all manner of salads.

Man, I miss cooking. I also miss the rest of my house. Living 100% in the living room just bites. It’s a nice reminder how miserable we’d be if we lived in NYC apartments, though. Hubby and I would not be able to hack it at all.

Since I suck at actual paper record keeping: Baba O’Riley? Crawling.

On Thursday last week (May 8!) his daycare teacher said, “Did you know he’s crawling?” Commence look of complete horror: “No!”

“Oh, yeah. He was on his belly, I turned around, and he was across the room. He’s belly scooting.”

Sure enough - Saturday morning when Hubby got up with the boys, I was informed, “Mobile Baby is Mobile.” He belly scoots and pushes himself across the floor using his legs, which are very strong - he LOVES to stand up and prefers to be held in a standing position so he can practice standing and jumping - and he can MOVE. When he gets going, he’s a fast little dude.

We are facing big changes. And having a house that’s under renovation with a crawling baby? Not going to be fun.

Happy belated Mother’s Day. How was yours? Mine was quiet. Hubby took the boys to CT to see the in laws and I stayed home to work. Not my idea of the most fun in the world, but it had to be done. I woke up with a migraine, which I blame fully on the storm that’s hanging out off the east coast this morning, and by the time the painkillers had kicked its ass enough that I could function, I had had to wake Hubby up from his morning to sleep in so I could lie down and hide from the daylight for an hour.

So the upshot of my mother’s day is that I have the best husband in the world, because not only did he arrange for Baba and Freebird to give me adorable gifts, but he also gave me beautiful bracelets featuring their birthstones, a degree of opulence which I was not expecting. He got up when it was his turn to sleep, he took care of me, he made me breakfast, and he then took the children by himself to his parents’ house so I could get work done.

It about broke my heart when Freebird said, “See you later, Mommy. You have to go work!” I’d much rather have played with them all day, but right now that’s not an option.

Ultimately, of all the things that contribute to my being a mother, Hubby is one of the elements that makes me better at what I do every day. I can’t think of a better person to parent with. Thanks, Hubby. Happy Mother’s Day.