Fridays that are fall on the 13th of the month (or 13ths of the month that fall on Fridays?) are historically good days for me.
Except that time in ’93 when a blizzard ruined my 11th birthday and trapped me at a friend’s house for nearly a week while her mom cooked vegetable soup on a kerosene heater so we wouldn’t starve or freeze to death.
And no, I wasn’t born on a Friday the 13th. But I did turn 16 on a Friday the 13th. And some other age I can’t remember, too.
28. That was it.
Wait what?
Oh yeah.
Today didn’t suck.
Maybe it was my power of positive thinking this morning.
Maybe it was me asking Kate to send me some e-strength today and her being the best bestie I’ve never actually met and doing it with no questions asked.
Maybe it was the FOUR negative OPKs I’ve had this week which are a big ol’ middle finger to that doctor with the NIH fellowship. (Honest to God, do you know how awkward it is to have to hid a pee stick in your pocket to use AT WORK? Way more awkward than a tampon, that’s for sure. Way.)
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Whatever.
Today was better.
And then I got a headache and an upset stomach. And my teeth hurt.
But my husband brought home wine and there are cookies in the pantry.
Soooo, good again?
I think so.
Then there’s this piece of awesome.
TAW TAW!
Why, yes. That IS yogurt all over his face. It so is. And, I mean, why NOT, right?
Gah. That kid makes me happy.
I discovered your blog via twitter and it’s so good to know that you don’t have it all together, you’re not a SUPER mom, but a mom who loves her kid and does the best she can with what you got. Thank you for helping me feel a bit more normal about being a mommy.
That is so me! Thank you for stopping by!
The No. 13 has always been my lucky number. I figure if it falls on Friday, that’s just all the better. Glad your week is going well.
Since I was born on a 13, it’s always been a good number for me, too. Always. And I’m so glad the week started looking up, too!
1. I always send you strength…even when you don’t ask 🙂
2. wine and cookies fix all hurts
3. LOVE J’s shirt 🙂
4. E loves yogurt too.
5. <3 you.
1. Thank you. That is why I love you.
2. Yes.
3. He does too. He says “CHOOCHOOTRAY” whenever he sees it.
4. Yogurt for dinner makes me feel like a Supermom instead of a Mama Fail, what with the protein and all.
5. <3 you, too.
Connor was born on Friday the 13th (June). It was sort of a choice – the OB said today or tomorrow (for a c-section because he was breech). We certainly weren’t prepared to do it then and there, but we thought long and hard about the Friday the 13th implications. I often wonder what would have happened if we’d just chosen the 12th…
Also, you were 11 in ’93? Holy crap I’m old.
Yep. I was 11 in 93. And no, you’re not old.
I would’ve welcomed a Friday the 13th baby. I love having a birthday that occasionally pops up on a “scary day.”
So maybe that’s the secret to good skin…I might have to hijack the rest of the yogurt my kid wastes on a daily basis.