I’ve been in such a mothering mode…now what that means to you might be completely different from what it means to me. In my case it’s all about the attention to detail…knowing where they are, what they’re doing, who they’re with, what they’re playing with….and so on.
Speaking of that time of the month, how’s that workin’ for you? Anymore, mine has been like a vicious flood of unbridled blood flow. Comes with the forty-something season, my doc tells me.
I want to hear your funny stories about the most excruciating, embarrassing moment you can remember (or be willing to share with the world) right here on More Out of Monday with Madeline.
Whenever I see old friends (or enemies), I usually think that they haven’t aged as well as I have, especially if they have the crow’s feet thing, the over tanned faces, the beer bellies; you know the type.
Why do we put so much pressure on each other to deliver the goods on this one day? Do you know that Valentine’s Day was really created by the greeting card companies as a marketing ploy to sell “Love cards”. Really.
I know it’s a little different than my usual cynical outlook on my world and that of others. However, I do have a softer side and I want to show it (remember, I said softer, not squishy).
Every year, after the holidays, I give myself…oh, about 30 days or so to take down my decorations. I know that’s a long time to leave them up, but I just love the way they make the dull, winter days sparkle just a little.
Does anyone else have teenagers at home? I guess they aren’t used to me jumping up and down and screaming at the television. I got the look…you know the one. It markedly asks “Mom, are freakin’ crazy?” and “Do you want to go to the mental hospital?”
More Out of Monday with Madeline♥
I’m Madeline – a healthfully humorous, radically ridiculous, momentarily messy broad here to give you a flicker of joy on the (in most cases) worst day of the week.
Monday is like…
…being out of coffee…period.
Do you ever feel like your getting Alzheimer’s about thirty years too early? It’s so embarrassing. You [...]
BTW, I made up with the Wii Fit trainer that I wanted to murder last week. Really, I just figured out that you can skip the crap in between and go right to the exercises. No more lip from that virtual SOB.
