My Kids Are Back

I thought I’d let you know that there was a better disposition hiding in my shampoo bottle and that I did end up having a great day and a fantastic night.

The Mister decided to drive us to the shopping, and while we were in the hell that is a superstore on the Saturday after Thanksgiving, he washed my car. We bought the twins a sketch pad and twisted pencils, a plush dog (that I wanted for myself) and some Tootsie Rolls (that I also wanted for myself.) Yes, obviously that child and I are kindred spirits.
Said child has drawn this for me, for my birthday.


Also, I bought cordial cherries, and a pretty new ornament for myself, because I love me.


ooh, parkly!

I hadn’t thought things through well enough, that’s fersure. When your children go to a sleepover, you are childless all night, DUH.

The Mister offered to take me for a mani/pedi, which normally I would be all about, but my cuticles are all ashamed with the scabs of anxiety disorder. Don’t tell my mother.
I coulda gone for the pedi, but alas, I had skinny jeans on.

I’ve been under the weather for about three weeks now. That stupid flu with its lingering cough. While I’m getting better, still not well, just so tired all the time. Being tired all the time and then doing stuff that would normally make me tired is super duper tiring and that makes me freak out about my health and that puts me in a panic loop, and I don’t need more stuff in my loop, because this cough is brutal enough to cause momentary vision disturbances, and I think we can all agree, coughing like that when you’re tryin to drive is panic-worthy even if you’re not a member of The Official League of Neurotics.
I am the forty-three-year-old poster girl.


raw and unfiltered

I have questioned whether I should have gone to the doctor, because my mother told me I should go to the doctor, but then mothers of sick children always think their children should go to the doctor, but that woman is always right, okay like 99.999%, and you should not tell my mother any of this.

The Mister took me to that yummy Turkish place I love and we enjoyed a delicious meal with a deeply satisfying conversation. I really needed that conversation with my person. I needed it like…

You know what’s fantastic about the Turkish place? Okay, freakin everything. But there are not a lot of places where I can pig out on vegetarian noms while The Mister shoves lamb in his mouth.



He took the long way home because he loves me.

Then The Mister took me to pick out my tree, which is how I spent much of the evening, decorating my house and my tree in peace. Well, with Yo-Yo Ma, because I just learned from Laura that there’s music in my Amazon Prime tv thingy.

I know, you’re like “Lame,” cause you think this is a dull way to spend a Saturday night birthday without children, cause you’d rather party with your friends or whatever, but trust me, it was perfect.


My birthday is always wrapped up in the holiday, so it’s never a big deal. Now and again, I’ll see what friends are doing for other friends’ birthdays and I’ll think, why doesn’t anyone… and then I remember, oh yeah, cause you’d hate that.
I have no #squadgoals. I have no squad.
I like one-on-one. Y’all wanna come over individually and play me some Scrabble or read some poetry or lie in a dark room and listen to music, that’s groovy. Group-wise, I miss Red Rover. Adulthood could really benefit from frequent games of Red Rover.

While I enjoyed my decorating, The Mister talked trash about college football with our friend Dee. Apparently Auburn played Alabama and The Mister said that’s The Inbred Bowl and then, “No self-respecting channel would show this game this far above the Mason-Dixon Line. Low Tide!” I’m not sayin he felt guilty after, but we did drive into Roundabout Land to take Dee some plumber’s tape at like 9pm.
Along the way, we yelled at GPS Voice and got Starbucks, so even though it doesn’t read like fun, it was.

I did the social media thing while The Mister watched Batman vs. Superman — I dunno, all I saw was Amy Adams in the tub, Lex Luthor grew his hair out, and then like an hour later there was a giant monster, so I can’t say if it was any good. Those cherry cordials were spectacular, though.

And then, we did the stuff you’d expect us to do, which always begs the question WHY DO WE EVEN DO OTHER THINGS?

About joey

Neurotic Bitch, Mother, Wife, Writer, Word Whore, Foodie and General Go-To-Girl
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49 Responses to My Kids Are Back

  1. Victo Dolore says:

    That does sound like a spectacular birthday, right down to those other things…. 🙂

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  2. meANXIETYme says:

    This sounded like an absolutely lovely birthday! Happy birthday, Joey. All the good wishes for you from me on the day of you.

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  3. Anxious Mom says:

    Sounds like a great birthday to me! I could go for Red Rover, clothesline a mofo like in the old days.

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  4. loisajay says:

    Joey, all of this sounds like the absolute perfect birthday! Mine is next weekend, but no kids home any more so….I’ll have to skip that part and get right to all the other stuff you did. Sounds like a plan to me. Hope you feel better.

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  5. jan says:

    My daughter was born on my birthday so I spent so many years planning her birthdays that I forgot I had one… (making me ageless? – don’t I wish)

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  6. We just watched Batman vs. Superman this morning. The plot was kinda hard to follow, for me, for the first 2/3 of the movie. And then it got really good and there was Wonder Woman! my alter-ego, and then Superman… well, you know… sad ending. I wouldn’t watch it again, but my guys are all really into comic books, so I probably will someday anyway – ha!

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    • joey says:

      Thanks! Yeah, The Mister said Wonder Woman would be in it, but I didn’t pay attention. WW gets so little screentime these days…
      I’m sure I’ll see it again as well.
      Thanks for comin by!

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  7. Dan Antion says:

    Sounds like a great birthday. I understood everything except the whole no pedi while wearing skinny jeans thing. It’s ok, I don’t think I need to know.

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    • joey says:

      LOL It’s not naughty or anything! The skinny jeans don’t roll up nice, cause so tight. Not good for soaking and leg rubs at spa. 🙂
      You don’t need to know, except to say if you’re gonna take a woman to get a pedi, tell her so she can dress appropriately.

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  8. Sounds like a great time to me. I’m a major introvert and have to act happy when folks come around. I can do it, but then need time to recharge.

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  9. Ah, those other things. So glad to read that things picked up considerably. Maybe it’s my age, but that day sounds good to me, too, and I love Turkish food, although I come down on the lamb side plus vegetarian. 🙂 I can now go to bed, happy in the knowledge that your birthday was a success, even though you won’t go to the doctor. ‘Tis the season for lingering “stuff.” I’ve got me just a little bit of something as well. Sleep well and be well.


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  10. prior.. says:

    Happy belated bday J
    And the large picture of those delicious leftovers had me wanting to grab a fork!
    Oh and side note – last November I was sick too- it was such a horrid month!
    Spouse had it too –
    Anyhow – some of my health mentors say that being sick for a few weeks is sometimes the best way our immune system is effectively doing stuff at the cellular level. We are in a culture that is sometimes used to quick (and temporary) fixes and sometimes a course of antibiotics only makes some one feel better for a few months – ok – all that to say that there are times to go to the doc fast – other times not at all!

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  11. Benson says:

    Well that sounds like a delightful day to me. Cherry cordials are the bomb. Well one of the the bombs in the candy world

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  12. Ally Bean says:

    Such a good day for you. Candy + Yo-Yo Ma = a kind of perfection that only a woman in her 40s could understand. Feeling any better? [I worry, you know.]

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  13. rvpackard says:

    No, don’t tell Mom. She didn’t call you cause she knows, as all Moms do, you’re not 100% well. 🤐

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  14. I love that sparkly bauble Joey, and your birthday was spent in similar fashion to how I like to spend mine.
    Glad you had a lovely day. 🙂

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  15. And after that the cheeky poster girl shot was taken, isn’t that so. 😉

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  16. ghostmmnc says:

    Glad your day turned out to be wonderful, after all! 🙂 Yay!

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  17. larva225 says:

    Welcome to the 43 club! Happy belated birthday.

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  18. I’d say you had a perfect birthday with your special human. And, when a person has a face like a teenager and can wear skinny jeans when they are 40+, it is monumental anyway. 🙂 Is the 19th your day? Mine is the 20th. No wonder we ‘understand.’ 🙂

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  19. Awww…raw and unfiltered looks good on you. Happy Belated ! ❤️ I’ve been away…catching up is a bitch. ☺

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  20. Happy Belated Birthday, Joey!! 🎈

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  21. jesh stg says:

    Actually I was here for Thursday Doors, but I have this thing for wondering off – happy -very belated – birthday! Nice your kids thought of you! And yeah, I am also addicted to buying another Christmas ornament each year. My dear hubby has a hard time understanding: you already have so many, is his opinion. Nothing wrong about variety, eh?

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    • joey says:

      Nothing wrong with variety! If we don’t add at least one new one every year, how else will we ever fill a tree with beautiful, special ornaments?
      Thanks for roamin around, and thank you for the birthday wishes 🙂

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