I wish you a caffeinated Christmas.

Hope every one's Turkey Day was superawesomefantabulous!

Yum.

Know what time it is now?


Yeah, yeah, yeah...put up the tree, shopping frenzy, etc... but this is a very special time. A highly anticipated time. A holy time in the Quirk household...

It's time...for...Starbucks Christmas Blend! *gasp*

Behold a caffeinated miracle.

Isn't it....beautiful?

*sigh*

For those who are not aware of the Starbucks Christmas Blend...this stuff is magical, yo.
Case in point- I make some Christmas Blend, have a few cups, and ohmigawd....I want to clean my house. Top to bottom. I love this shiz.

Jaysen thinks I'm nuts.
I spent about $80 in coffee.
I just may be nuts.

But it's Starbucks Christmas Blend!
And no, I am not receiving any compensation for this post-
I just lurve. it. this. much.

Ahh... I love the holiday season.

A word on love.

“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.” -Neil Gaiman


I love me some Neil Gaiman.

Just sayin'...

That Reese's pieces are a sad substitute for Reese's peanut butter cups.

Meh.

Yay Rylan!

Dear Rylan,

You are the world's best potty-trainer. Evar.

Love,
Mom

*breathe*

It's never easy. Having that talk.
The one where no matter how you word it, it's going to potentially crush their little worlds. Change them forever. So many questions. Is this the right thing? How do you know? How did this all happen so fast? Am I effing up my kids? Am I being an asshole?

Companion and I have decided to split.
We had a plan. We didn't really stick to the plan. It kinda catapulted into fast-forward maximum overdrive.
We officially told the kids last night.
We went through the whole "Mom and Dad are going to live in different houses", "We both love you very much", "There will be times when you stay with Mom, and other times you will stay with Dad", "Dad's apartment is really cool and has an indoor swimming pool" "Dad would really like if you helped him decorate his place with pictures you draw"......
And I think they understood.

I think.

Jaysen didn't really react as I had expected, although I'm not really sure what I expected... We told him over dinner. He listened, and didn't really have any questions other than if I was going to stay in the house with him. He was excited to hear about the pool. But it was a hesitated kind of excitement. When he was finished eating, he said "I'm going to get Rylan. You tell him what you just told me". That was a pretty bold statement. It told me that he understood the basis of what's going on. He understood the importance. I'm preparing for the real questions to come in a few days. Processing.

Processing.
Processing.
Processing.

9

Happy 9th Birthday Jaysen!!!!!

You are so very loved by so many people. But mostly, by me.
Which is totally special because...well, because it's me.

You are so very awesome. You amaze me every day with how far you've come, and how much you are maturing. I still remember those days when I would kiss your little bald head and breathe in your sweet baby-smell. Now, you kind of have that Justin Bieber hair thing going, and often smell like sweat socks.

But I love you, Bear.
And every year, this day is so very special to me, because I am reminded that it is you who made me what I am today. Because the day you were born is also the day I became a mom. And that is the greatest gift in the world.

Happy Birthday, Jaysen!
Party like a rockstar.

Announcement

The Red One?

Is totally potty training.

Life is good.