by Leslie

Today was not my greatest day.

While Julia has made a speedy and full recovery from her sickness, I have not. I spent the morning throwing up and the afternoon trying to rest. Julia was a very good girl and camped out in bed with me, reading books, doing puzzles and watching way too much television.

Since I’ve been sick, I am behind on everything. The laundry has piled up, the house is a wreck, and I’m not finished with the site updates for My Mommy’s Place that I would normally roll out tomorrow. I have so much to do, but very little time and even less energy. It’s frustrating!

On top of all this, I’m a little bummed because Greg has quit The Wiggles.

Greg Wiggle

Apparently he isn’t well, which is sad. We see his face or hear his voice more than we see most of our family. From DVD’s and CD’s to books and toys, he’s all through our home. It’s hard to imagine The Wiggles without him.

Oh well. At least we’ve still got Ben.

Ben Murray

You gotta love Ben.

A Letter To Santa

by Leslie

Dear Santa Claus,

Hello, my jolly friend. It’s me, Leslie. I hope you’ll remember me from my longstanding status on the “nice” list.

It’s been a long time since I’ve written you with a request for Christmas, but I haven’t wanted something this badly since the Barbie Townhouse you brought me in 1985.

Normally, I would admit to wanting a mom-related gift, like this griddle that would enable me to bring scrumptious pancakes and delicious quesadillas to the family table at record speed. And if I were to receive a gift such as this, I would graciously use it to its fullest potential. But, Santa, I must be honest, I want something else more.

I would like the music video game Guitar Hero for Playstation 2. (You can buy it here.)

Apparently Guitar Hero has been out for while (one year and three weeks according to my research), but somehow slipped by me. I can’t help but feel as though I’ve been living in darkness while the rest of the world has been basking in the light of the greatest game ever created.

Santa, do you realize how awesome this game is?

Here are a few of the songs I could rock out to with this gift:

“I Love Rock & Roll” by Joan Jett and The Blackhearts
“Symphony of Destruction” by Megadeath
“Iron Man” by Black Sabbath


Are you ready for this?

“MORE THAN A FEELING” by BOSTON…the greatest song of all time.

Santa, I need this.

And if you bring me two Mini Gibson SG controllers, you can come and rock with me anytime.

Santa, I’m depending on you. This gift seems much too frivolous to request from my husband, or even my parents. If you bring it, it will be like a Christmas miracle. And miracles can’t be returned. And they must be used. It’s Christmas law.

I’d like to thank you in advance, as I have the utmost faith in you, Dear Santa.


Julia’s Mommy

Sick Day

by Leslie

Please excuse Mommy from work today. She is sick.

Well, Julia was sick first. It struck last night, out of the blue. One moment she was dancing happily with her little ballerina cow and the next she was throwing up.

Isn’t it amazing how sickness strikes children without warning?

I got sick one day at school in the 5th grade. It hit me suddenly in class, so I walked up to the teacher, Mr. Chapman, and asked if I could go to the nurse. He looked at me and said, “You’re not sick. You were just talking and laughing with your friends. Go back and sit down. School is almost over.”

Then, I puked. On Mr. Chapman’s shoes. I told him I was sick.

Anyway, Julia suddenly got sick. It was her first time vomiting and, therefore, my first experience in being the adult responsible for cleaning up vomit. Not just once, but for the next 8 hours. The 8 hours during which we normally sleep, but did not sleep. She puked. I cleaned. In between those events, I cuddled and comforted her. By morning, she seemed to be perking up.

Just as she was feeling well enough to get mischevious, it hit me. Now, I was sick.

We spent most of the day in bed and are both feeling much better. Hopefully, we’ll be back to business as usual tomorrow.

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