My husband’s siblings are in town with their families. And my kids are getting much needed cousin time.
See that kid in the back with the sunglasses?
I held that boy in my arms when he was just a few months old. Mostly I was thinking, “Dear Lord don’t let me drop this infant because I just started dating this guy Rick and I really like him and I’m not sure our new relationship can survive the ‘I’m sorry I dropped your new nephew’ conversation.”
Meanwhile, my sister-in-law Kimberly mentioned to me yesterday that a friend of hers (who reads this blog) wanted to know if I wore Birkenstocks. Apparently because I seem very “go with the flow.”
Am I giving off a Birkenstock vibe?
Because the closest I have ever gotten to a pair of Birkenstocks is a pair of Tevas I owned in 1993. I placed them on my feet a couple times (just inside) and then just shoved them to the back of the closet. Those poor Tevas never even got to experience daylight.
But there is a woman who does give off a Birkenstock vibe. These are her feet…
Recognize her? Yes, those are my mother’s feet.
Mom – I love you. This is the end of this post. Please log off.
(My mom just texted me: “What do you mean ‘log off?’ Does that mean click that little red x in the corner of the screen? Or restart my computer? Or just unplug the whole thing?)
Unplug it mom.
Okay, speaking of that lady, I’m included in a new anthology called, “Moms Are Nuts (But Don’t Tell Them We Said So)”
A team of Emmy winners, magazine editors, comedians, TV personalities, best-selling authors, social media superstars and one sort of funny mom who has 5 kids and hasn’t cleaned her minivan in a year collaborated to produce a laugh-out- loud book not about being a mom, but about having a mom.
And yes, I wrote about my mom. And no, I did not let her read the piece first. Mostly because I know she would have said, “If you publish that, I’ll never let you borrow my Birkenstocks again.”
Anyway, if you’d like to check it out (PLEASE), click here…