My Moment to Shine…but not before my candle was extinguished a couple times!

I awoke to such a nice surprise this morning! I have been presented with the “One Lovely Blog” award from my new fellow blogging mama friend, Sarah, author of The Stroller Ballet, www.thestrollerballet.com. I was so honored that she chose me as one of her recipients, especially since today is only the two-week anniversary of my first post!

I am really enjoying reading her blog, so please stop by and visit her and say hello! I really appreciate her supporting me as a newbie!

The official rules of accepting this award are as follows:

Accept this award and post it on your blog. Include link back to the blog you received it from.
Pass the award to fifteen blogs you have newly discovered.
Be sure to contact them to let them know they have been awarded.

This wouldn’t be a true Mommyologist post unless there was some sort of glitch that prevented me from following these rules 100% to a T. Everything in my life seems to have some sort of “glitch” these days. You see, since I’ve only been blogging for two weeks, I don’t have 15 other blogs that I follow. Honestly, I am not even sure that I have 10, and of those 10, some have most likely already received this award, so I find myself in a bit of a pickle if I want to both accept the award and follow the rules. I really wasn’t sure what to do about my little dilemma, so I decided that a nice, hot shower and a blowout of my hair might help me come to some sort of resolution. For those of you who read my “date night” post, you know that I didn’t have time to take a shower yesterday, so I was long overdue for this one! There is just something about being fresh and clean and blow-drying my hair so it’s full of bounce and volume (at least it is right after I style it) that just helps me to think with a clear head.

I made my way upstairs with my son, plopped him down into the middle of our king-sized bed, turned on the TV for him, and proceeded to go into the master bathroom and completely disrobe to get ready for my much needed bathing session. Of course, right as I was about to hop in the shower, I hear my little man yell into the bathroom, “Mommy! May I please have a snack and a drink?” I am really big on getting manners from this kid, so there was no way in hell that I was going to ignore his polite little request. I grabbed my towel and draped it around me, shut the gate at the top of the stairs, and came down as fast as I could to retrieve his cranberry juice and cheerios from the family room coffee table. I have an irrational fear that every time I walk through my house in nothing but a towel, that the UPS man or one of the neighbors will ring my doorbell at the precise moment that I pass the skinny windows on either side of the front door. Sometimes I wish that we lived out in the middle of the woods somewhere and that I could just leisurely walk around my house without that towel and just let it all hang out. Ok, wait a minute. I take back that statement. For a minute there I forgot that I am a 32-year old woman who still bares the evidence (disguised as cellulite) that I was once pregnant and gained 50 or so pounds during that pregnancy. Now I’m a little nauseous at the thought of my post-baby self in the buff. Ok, give me the towel back!

After my baby was relaxed and happy and eating his snack in my bed, I took that much deserved hot shower, got dressed, got my make-up looking perfect, blew out my hair until it looked almost straight-from-the-salon, then came back downstairs to get ready to start writing my post for the day and accept my award. Afterall, this WAS my day to shine a bit. I decided to go ahead and just pass my award on to the other blogs that I DO follow and hope that my new friend would understand why I didn’t yet have the 15 stated in the rules! She seems like a pretty cool chick, so I guessed that it wouldn’t be an issue and hopefully she’d forgive me for being the rule-breaker that I am! For only being at the two-week mark, I thought that 9 out of 15 wasn’t all that shabby. I was almost completely done writing my entry, and then it happened. My cell phone rang. My son had been happily sitting on the couch and watching the Backyardigans while I finished writing for the day, and that damn cell phone went off. For whatever reason, any time the phone rings my son sees this as a signal to get all up in my face and start asking me a million questions and making a million requests. If he’s not doing that, then he’s flipping over all of the plastic containers in his playroom and beating on them with two drum sticks saying he’s a rock star. Today, however, he decided that since mommy was on the phone, this was the perfect time to play some computer games on Playhouse Disney’s website. Normally this wouldn’t have been an issue, but blogger was having trouble saving my draft. Stupid me decided to take a chance and just log out so that he could play his game and I could finish my phone conversation. Wouldn’t you know that the minute he hopped onto the stool and started playing his games, the person I was talking to told me that she was getting another call and would need to call me back. I’m sure you can all guess what happened next. YEP! That’s right! Blogger did not save my post. I had lost the WHOLE THING…and my moment to shine!

You would’ve thought the world had come to an end. I was SO upset and SO angry. I immediately hopped onto my Facebook page to let everyone out there know just how pissed off I was. Updating your status always seems like a great way to vent in the heat of the moment. This time it didn’t work at all. I literally felt like I was going to pass out because I was so mad. I decided that the best thing to do was to get out of the house for a while and try not to think about it. I mean, it was only a blog post for crying out loud and there were plenty of more important things that I could get upset about. I figured that I had a pretty good memory and could probably recreate it later on.

My son and I headed first to the bank, and then to the Christmas Tree Shop. For those of you who don’t live in the New England states, the Christmas Tree Shop is really not a Christmas store at all. It is basically a pack-rat’s heaven for all sorts of things that you absolutely do not need but can’t seem to live without. Everything is insanely cheap and honestly if you can think of it, they have it somewhere in that store. I don’t know why I thought going to the Christmas Tree Shop on a Friday at the beginning of holiday shopping season was a good idea. If the date is anywhere remotely close to the holidays and you want some excitement and want to see a real freak show, there is no need to go to Vegas. Just head to your local Christmas Tree Shop for entertainment for the entire family. I could barely navigate my cart through that store today, it was so nuts. I picked up a couple of baskets that I needed and then decided that since my son had been so patient with me during my little blog-deletion rampage, that I would take him over to the toy section and let him pick out something special. I figured he’d go for yet another truck or an electric guitar, but I was WAY OFF. You know what he picked out? A nine-dollar plastic shopping cart complete with cardboard boxes of groceries. His eyeballs got as big as saucers when he saw that thing. I have to admit, I was just as excited as he was, because I knew that the minute we got home, he would be so focused on pushing that thing around that he’d let me sit at the computer for a bit and maybe finally get this post done. When I asked him if he liked the toy he’d picked out, he yelled out “YES!” Then he looked at me and said, “Mommy, I love this shopping cart and I want to buy it. YOU be the payer!” I think that every single person in that store could hear my roars of uncontrollable laughter. Sometimes it just takes one adorable little statement from a perfectly charming three-and-a-half year old to make you totally forget whatever it was you were so upset about earlier in the day and put things right back into perspective. After we checked out and got in the car to come home things just started to get even better. Bon Jovi’s “Livin’ on a Prayer” was on the radio and I proceeded to turn it up, bob back and forth a little to the beginning part, “Whoa whoa wo wo wo Whoa Whoa!” and sing at the top of my lungs. My little boy thought I was hysterical and all was right in the world again.

Ok, back to the original intention of this entry. Thank you again to Sarah for recognizing me with this award and thank you so much to everyone who has been reading and following me! With that being said, I would like to give this award to: