The Phoenix: Epicuriousmothering Rising

I'm in full Mama Mode right now. I need to figure out 10 things that represent him for Finn to bring tomorrow as he runs for Vice President of Student Council (a VERY big thing for him).   Thanks to a busy day (of watching old home videos . . . talk about time black holes), Piper was too busy to print up her invitations.  So, as I'm kissing her goodnight, with a big toothy begging smile she asked me to create invitations and print them out for her birthday party (one week from today). Celia is thankfully, at the moment self sufficient, but today, in a sad sad voice she begged me to bring her pizza to work.  I am a soft touch (as everyone knows) and she got her pizza. John.  Oh poor John has been neglected on many levels.  I have promised a movie and some undivided attention to him tonight . . . (we will see how many minutes I make it into the movie before I am asleep, but I'm next to him right?). But I'm good today because I had the most...

My mother was a scatter brain.  Honestly, I don't think any of my siblings or myself can count the times we've been forgotten at ballet or wherever we were.  My aunt would regularly give me a dime to keep in my ballet bag so I'd be able to call her to have her come pick me up (yep, I had the BEST aunt EVER!).  My Mom would be in the middle of something and then totally forget what she was doing.  She'd go to the grocery store and come back without the one thing she needed there . . . I have to say that I thought she was disabled.  I mean, who could forget THEIR OWN CHILD? Right.  There were only eight of us!  And two or three were pretty much already gone!  And how can you go grocery shopping and forget the dish washing detergent?  It's the REASON you went!  Yep, I was sort of punky and if you know my mom, well, she just listened to me tell her a thing or two and said she was sorry (sometimes she cried) and I thought, Oh, man, Mom, whe...