The Queen's Rambles

I do hope you all had a wonderful Mother’s Day, though I kind of hate to mention it since I have so many friends who have recently lost their mothers and even a friend who has lost her baby. How can there be any happiness there? It hurts my heart to think of someone losing their sweet, little baby.

I wouldn’t even mention it, but we ended up having a Mother’s Day worth mentioning, mainly for the prime rib. We don’t usually celebrate holidays because we are weird, but today Mike surprised me with a piece of cake and an offer to go out to dinner.

We went to one of our normal haunts and were very surprised to learn that they only had a few items available off their menu and they were all at least double what we normally pay for a meal. After waiting forever for a table we decided to just deal with it and enjoy ourselves. I’m so glad we did. I had a very, very expensive prime rib dinner and it was possibly the most delicious meal I’ve ever eaten. I could get used to eating fancy food. Not that it was particularly fancy–just expensive and really well prepared.

Erik always orders chicken nuggets and never eats them, so I had to be a sneaky mom and order him rotisserie chicken instead. We confuse the waiters because Erik is always very adamant about placing his own order and he knows exactly what he wants, but it is not always what I want him to have. Lucky for him I won the fight today. He is not one for understatement–he declared the chicken was the best thing he’s eaten in his whole life and he wants it all the time. Mama does know best sometimes.

Elsa gave me the best present ever: she slept all the way through the meal. I was sure she’d wake up the minute my food came out, but she slept for three hours straight. I could get used to that! Right now she is in her bouncy seat. She’s been a little fuss-budget this evening so I am learning to go against all my motherly instincts and just set her down. That often makes her happy. After my experience with newborn Erik it is hard to fathom a baby that enjoys being alone in her chair. She never even nurses to sleep. Erik would suck and suck and suck and finally fall asleep. When she’s done, she’s done and she refuses any more milk. I can’t even think of a time that she fell asleep while nursing. I’m trying not to jinx myself, but this bodes well for the future.

The only bad part of the meal was the bathroom break afterwards. Do you really want to hear this?

I took Erik in with me, as is our custom. The only way to get that kid to go to the potty is to trick him, so tonight I had to have him “show me” where the bathroom was because I couldn ‘t find it myself. Anyway, when it was my turn he starts talking really loudly in the semi-crowded bathroom about my diaper. “Mommy! Your diaper has a lot of blood on it! Mommy! It’s so bloody! Mommy, why do you have all that blood on your diaper!” On and on and on and on. I told him to be quiet and not talk about it, but do you think that really worked? Of course not. Ugh. I will be glad when the bleeding stops. I realized that even though he always goes to the bathroom with me this is the first time he’s seen pads since I always use my DivaCup (I don’t change it in front of him, obviously).

How about a little controversy? Something other than baby talk?

One of the bloggers I read has recently been diagnosed with breast cancer. Actually, TWO of the bloggers I read have recently been diagnosed with breast cancer, which really really sucks. One of them is someone I really like and enjoy. The other is one of my guilty pleasure reads. I only read her because she is annoying and I like to be outraged by her stupid ideas. I’m so nice.

Anyway, the annoying one is really skinny and posted that someone she knows said fat people would rather have cancer than be fat and she wanted to know if that was really true, sort of implying fat people are stupid.

Tons of people, both fat and skinny, commented that they would rather be fat than have cancer. Duh.

Today the blogger posted that it is only logical that fat people would rather have cancer than be fat and she didn’t get what the outrage was about. I didn’t see any outrage in the comments of the original post, but now I’m outraged. Seriously? Can you imagine preferring cancer, even an “easy” cancer (whatever that may be) to being fat? You’d have to have serious self image problems. I know a couple of people who are skinny and very disgusted by fat people so perhaps they would rather have cancer than be fat, but as a fat person I can’t imagine wishing any type of cancer on myself. Sure there are some things I really hate about being fat (mainly the lack of clothing) but cancer? Really? I am totally offended by the idea that fat is so terrible that cancer is a better alternative. It boggles my mind that anyone would believe that. And what would an “easy” cancer be? Skin cancer? Even if you caught it early you’d have to spend the rest of your life paranoid about getting it again.

Ok, baby is sleeping, time for me to sleep.