Shelter From the Storm

A couple weeks ago, I received news that a friend of mine from college had passed away from a heroin overdose. We haven’t kept in touch. In fact, I haven’t seen him for probably 8-10 years except for that one time I ran into him while at the mall with my mom about 2 or so years ago.

Supposedly, he had fallen into a bad crowd. He was trying to get help and overdosed at a halfway house.

This isn’t the first friend I’ve had who’s been plagued by drug addiction. Or the first friend whose life drugs had desperately tried to ruin. Or the first friend whose life had been taken by heroin.

I’ve been thinking about Chris a lot over the past few weeks. He was such a caring, kind and seemingly happy person. As I remember him, I can’t help but think of those that Chris has left behind and think of my own little girl.

How will I protect her from such devastating, toxic and life crushing realities? Is it by sheltering her? Or is it by being completely, frighteningly honest with her? I guess I don’t know what the answer is, but my gut says honesty.

So, my sweet baby, please hear my advice. It’s so easy to think that all this bad stuff only happens to other people, but drugs don’t discriminate. They will take anyone foolish enough to fall under their spell. Drugs don’t make you cool or take away pain. In fact, they do the complete opposite. I’ve seen friends who are literally at war with themselves. Friends who so desperately want to be stripped from the shackles of their addiction. Friends who have died trying to quit.

Addiction is a very lonely path and leads to unimaginable pain and struggle.

It’s easy to think that you won’t get addicted… that you’re just going to try it. But let me tell you, sweet girl… no one goes into it hoping to become addicted. Heroin and meth and all of these toxic, horrid drugs will capture a person’s body at first try.

So please, please, please I beg you to make good decisions. Remember that what seems like such a simple and careless decision can change, ruin or destroy your life. Remember that I love you and I’m here for you and you can always come to me… with anything. I won’t be mad, in fact, I’ll be so relieved that you felt comfortable confiding in me.

I love you, sweet girl. Thank you for hearing me.

Xo,

Mommy

 

Dear Daddy…

As I’ve mentioned before, my office is a hybrid… part office, part daycare. One half is filled with all the office mandatories… desk, computer, files, bookshelves. And the other half with a jumperoo, walker, activity center and about a zillion toys.

Part office…

Part daycare…

Charlie’s cafeteria

Charlie even has her own keyboard and mouse so that she can do work like Mommy.

But, every so often, she gets the desire for the real deal. So this morning, Charlie decided to send Daddy an email…

Dear Daddy,

,SW SFB, ,/./ z []SD][P67[ZAqbhgiujbnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhlp;i 

S

Love,

Charlie

PS: Here’s the video of her typing the message (or at least part of it)…

It’s all fun and games until someone poops in the tub

This weekend, Charlie and I were taking our second bath together ever. The first was so sweet and fun, I was pretty excited for the second.

We got in and Charlotte was playing with the water from the faucet and enjoying the bubbles from the bubble bath. 

I had her sitting on my crossed legs when all of a sudden I felt her flex her muscles in her tush a couple times.

Then, I felt something weird touch my leg. I instantly grabbed her and sprung to standing.

“Maaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrk!!! She pooped on me!” 

The husband was instantly roaring. As I stood there in my swimsuit, holding my naked babe, with tons of poop at my feet, Mark pulled out his camera. 

After he finally sTopped laughing, he began scooping the poop out with a bag. Unhappy with his tools, he went to go find some other instruments. While he was gone, Charlotte started to fuss and suddenly, I was hit in the leg by MORE poop!!

One log, then another!

What the heck!?! 

It was literally more than she’s pooped at one time in quite awhile.

   

   

Happy Birthday, Hubs!

Monday was my sweet husband’s birthday! We spent the weekend celebrating with various dinners with friends and visits with family. 

It was delicious and wonderful.

On Monday, we had all of Mark’s boys over for a Mexican fiesta. It was really great. Just good friends sitting around the table, eating food, sipping cocktails and having fun.

And, the good news, C was able to go down with all of them over (after 15-20 minutes of objection) and stay sleeping!

All in all, we had a lovely time celebrating the most amazing man I know. Charlie and I are two VERY lucky girls to have such a sweet, loving, and wonderful man to take care of us.

Happy birthday, Lovey.