Four Score and Seven Years Ago......

It all started the other day when Harrison found a brochure for Madame Tussauds Wax Museum here in DC.  On the front of the brochure was a picture of the wax statue of President Obama.  Like a little boy who had just tasted chocolate for the first time, Harrison started jumping up and down and told me we just had to go there!  I had to smile and almost joined him jumping up and down.  Finally!!!!!!!!  My kid wants to do something that will be fun for ME too!!!!!!!!  Yippee!

"Yes Harrison!  We will definitely go to the wax museum."

He stopped dead in his tracks and looked at me and said, "Wax Museum....what is that?"

After I explained to him what Madame Tussauds really was, he threw the brochure down, crossed his arms, and said, "Nevermind"

Here we go... I thought to myself as I braced for Harrison Meltdown 132 of the day.

The next 30 minutes were spent trying to explain to Harrison that Madame Tussauds was so neat because you think you are looking at the real person but you are really just looking at a lifelike statue made of wax! Then the conversation led into an explanation of why we could not go over to President Obama's house (stupid brochure) to meet him.  Ever.  Even if we told him we weren't bad guys.  Even if we brought cookies.  No, I don't have his phone number.  

Randomly over the next few hours, he would bring it up again and again until he finally dropped it.....as he fell aspleep.  If I were a betting gal, I would be willing to place money on a bet that he dreamed about going to visit President Obama.

Just when I thought that we were done with the President conversation, Harrison really caught me off guard in the car yesterday when he started crying.  Again.  This time?  His fit was because he realized President Abraham Lincoln was dead.  True story.  He asked me whose face was on his penny.  When I told him it was President Abraham Lincoln, he then asked if we could meet him.  I told him no.  Then he wanted to know where he lived so I had to tell him he was dead which immediately sent him into meltdown 397.  He wanted to know how he died; who shot him; how he got shot; why he didn't have secret agents protecting him that night; why he may have let his guard go home, and is that the reason why President Obama has so many guards now and the only way we can meet him is to go to the wax museum?  45 minutes later, we lived to tell about it.

Fast forward to today.  I had to take Harrison to a birthday party for a little girl in his class which meant that I had to go to a birthday party for a little girl in his class. The party was an indoor soccer party.  It was ALL day.  It did not come as a shock to me when Harrison just sat in my lap the whole time, but at least he managed to find the ONE other little girl who was sitting in her mommy's lap.  Maybe he can socialize after all!? Well, of course Harrison had to ask said little girl if she knew that Abe Lincoln was dead and would she like him to tell her how he died.  

Sigh.  I don't think we will be invited to her birthday party.

Ironically, Groupon was selling tickets to Madame Tussauds the next day so I bought 4.  Anyone wanna go with us?

At the end of the day.......I think I will have answered 1,294,333 questions.

Yawn......

Is it possible to have writer's block on entry #4?  

I should be working 

I should be doing laundry

I should be doing dishes

I should be meal planning and making my grocery list

I should be cutting coupons

I should be reading to Harrison and helping him with his math

I shouldn't be on Facebook

I shouldn't be on here.

But I am. :)

Maybe the reason I can't find my inner motivation is because it's Saturday and I made the "responsible" decision to stay home and work when I really wanted to shop. Or eat. Or play.  That worked out well.

Maybe it's because I miss Adam and Cole.  Maybe.  Hahahaha

Maybe it's because Harrison was sick this week and became an adorably exhausting patient making my perfectly planned out schedule turn upside down.

Maybe it's because my bed is the one place in the house that I spend the least amount of time.

Maybe it's because I just received a picture from my mother in law of Mister Cole playing in the sand at the beach this morning.  :)

I want to be in Florida instead of wrapped up like an Eskimo while the wind swirls around me in a Wizard of Oz kind of way.  But I'm not in Florida.  I am sitting at my table pretending that I am working but actually becoming professional at perfecting my skill of avoiding all things responsible and productive.  

At the end of the day......I will probably still have nothing done :)

My little patient

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Now what?

Since I am new at this and don't really know what I am supposed to do next, I will start with the past and see where I go from there.....

Here are a few of my Favorite Memories taken from Facebook:

Monday, February 14th, I spent Valentine's Day with my favorite patient, Harrison:

"While sitting in the doctor's office with Harrison, I had to laugh at his attempt to keep the nurse from pricking his finger. Unfortunately for him, she didnt believe him when he said his fingers were out of blood."

January 26, 2011; The Night That the Lights Went Out in Bethesda:

"Oh dear God. Jim Cantori is in my 'hood. This can't be good.....it is supposed to sleet and snow and it's thundering. And I didn't go to the store. And Adam is gone. Hope the power doesn't go out. I don't know how to start a fire without a gas starter :)"

What I didn't know when I posted this on Facebook was that I had 5 days of no electricity facing me.  Rumor around town was that the power goes out in my neighborhood when the wind blows too hard.  Rumor became fact.  The Pritchetts became Pilgrims.  The house became a refrigerator.  Blankets became gold.  Granola bars became breakfast, lunch, and dinner.  My brother in law's heated condo became the Waldorf Astoria.  A generator became the only item on my Christmas List.  A knowledge for fire building would have been priceless.

5 days later, power was restored and life went back to what we knew as normal.  

At the end of the day.....we survived!

January 21, 2011

"just got an email from Netflix. I hope Harrison is excited on Saturday when Karate Kid comes in the mail. Apparently someone has figured out how to change my queue."

  First it was the tv; then it was my Nintendo DS; then it even became my cell phone (for its games).  Harrison even has his own playlist on my ipod! ......and now Netflix!?  

At the end of that day.....it became clear to me that I needed to take our house back!  

January 12, 2011

"'after watching a commercial for Kaboom Bathroom Cleaner, Cole looked at me and said, "Mommy, you should put that on your Christmath Litht becauth you really need that'"

No narration needed.

January 12, 2011 (at dinner)

"Mommy, get me some applejuice." 

"Harrison, that is not how you ask; try again." 

"May I please have some applejuice?" 

"Much better Harrison"

While I am in the kitchen getting the sweet boy some applejuice, Harrison turns to his Aunt Katy and says, "I probably should have said, 'your Highness'....... "

and to think I used to dream of being on Days of Our Lives.  

January 7, 2011

Harrison last night (with extreme pride and excitement): "Mommy I got a paper fish in my book bag! I got "caught" being a "good listener"! I also got my name in the school's newsletter!!!!! Thank goodness they don't know that I don't listen at home!"

Admitting it is the first step.

How did I get here?

  Once upon a time there was a little girl with a dream.  Like most little girls, this girl dreamed of one day winning an Oscar for her starring role in an Academy Award winning movie.  At the very least, she thought she would take a roll on Days of Our Lives.  This little girl was me.  

Since then, I have had many award winning perfomances, but none of them have yet to win me an Oscar.  Although there is still an empty spot on my shelf just waiting for Oscar to take his place, I have a new dream and I live it every day.  I call it life (original; I know!).  I got to grow up and marry the perfect man for me and have a life with him and two little boys whose perfomances, to date, are far more Award Winning than mine.  Since Lifetime hasn't contacted me yet about making my life into a movie, I am going to document it on here for pure enjoyment.  That way, once I get that call from Lifetime, the research part of writing the script won't take as long.

So......no; I have not won an Oscar (yet).  I haven't even landed a roll on Days of Our Lives.  However; at the end of the day.....it's not that serious.  Now I get to write my own script and fondly look back at all the real life memories that were made.