There are days when the peace and quiet aren't what you need. Sometimes I need the noise of life to distract me from me. There are days when introspection is completely unwanted. Days when looking into one's self is a mirror best left covered. If you have a moment, a second that is not about anyone else but you, what do you do? Do you celebrate all that is right with you or does the minutia of all you long for or all you've missed out on weigh you down with heavy thickness?

Problem Solved!

Niece has just lost a tooth. New sister has agreed to let me "borrow" the tooth after her tooth fairy. Trickery? I think not! I call it resourceful! Who are you to judge. You don't have a Nicky looking at you with old eyes that are sure to remember this when you are old and feeble. I'm going to need my diaper changed on a regular basis!

Bad, Bad Mommy!

So, yet again I stand as the sole voice of the unconventional mother. A mother who has no idea what time her children were born, only that the oldest was born during Seinfeld, how much they weighed (maybe around 6 or 7 pounds, I guess). I don't carry pictures of them (but I know they are cute), no idea the day they started walking or when they said their first word. It's all I can do to make sure they are clean, fed and educated. When Nicky lost his first 2 teeth he was the most excited person I have ever seen! He said "I'm sure I'm taller now Mama, because my tooth came out!" He held his little index and thumb about an inch apart and said that the tooth fairy was thiiiis big! He couldn't wait until he put it under his pillow for her. We were all so excited. However, this front tooth escapade of recent ended in...well let me just start. this top incisor was loose for days. Hanging on by a thread. So Thursday or was it Wednesday (see, I don't know) it came out in school. Well his extra "special" teacher put it in a tissue. His cute little face was very happy and off we went. I, being a good mother said let me hold it so we wont lose it before bed time. I took it and put in my bag's pocket. Well it goes without saying that come bed time, I could not find the stupid tooth anywhere. I opened every snotty tissue in that darn bag and found no little tooth! So being the ever present example setter, I called little Nicky out and said "baby, I can't find your tooth anywhere" Out comes the trembling bottom lip. Shame and disgrace comes on full force. So, I have to fix this, right? Right! Would you guess that I have to write a letter of explanation to the tooth fairy admitting my guilt and begging her highness to please give my deserving son a dollar despite his buffoon of a mother. He put this note under his pillow. Oh the humiliation! I don't care if it is imaginary!!!! It sucked! However unconventional I am I get the same results and manage to teach my unconventional son a valuable lesson. I guess I'll take a page out of his book - "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I guess I really blew it, accidents do happen, they happen every day"! Whatever accident you may be apart of, it is your responsibility to try and fix it, even if it means begging little bugger fairies!