Tell me something I don't know!!!

Once a year, my three closest friends and I load up our cars with extra clothes and drive up to Hamilton mountain for an afternoon of having our numbers done.  It's really just an excuse to go out after and have a few bevvies and discuss.

I never needed this day as much as I did this year.  After Will's apocalyptic tantrum on Friday night, we started Saturday right where we left off so by the time the sitter came at 10:30, I gladly handed the boy off.  It was official - we hated each other.  He needed a break from me as much as I did from him.  I picked up Jodi and Christie and away we went to meet Molly in the middle of nowhere.

Why the extra clothes?  We change after we leave.  This woman can smoke.  The first year I was sort of fascinated.  I wondered if she had glass eyes because the smoke sort of envelops her entire head and she never seems phased.  I was hacking out a lung before I even got there on Saturday so after our four hour session I felt like ass but also felt like I had just been lectured by my mom for an hour - in a good way.

Eileen doesn't hold back.  This year, she took one look at me and almost in disgust said 'you are so wound up - so, so wound up.'.  Yup - that about summed it up and started the tears flowing.  She said that Will is really spiritually connected to my mom and was sent here to teach me something.  (maybe that copious amounts of wine can kill anything that ails you??).  She asked if my mom was the type to kick me in the ass, tell me to stop feeling sorry for myself and to suck it up and get my act together.  Hmm - if she'd only yelled 'Sara Edith' after, I would have thought she was channeling her.  But she was so very right.

Then she dropped the bomb.  You're going to have one more kid. Nooo, nooo I don't think so lady.  Apparently, if I get out there, I'm to meet a David in the next little while who has a kid and wants to add one more to our brood.  Well he better chop, chop cause this shop is closing soon. 

And February 26th, you should all send me some dough because I'm supposed to get lucky in the lottery.  On the 'get lucky' front, she pointed out that I'm not having my *cough, cough* needs met.  Lady, I didn't need a psychic to tell me that but thanks for the reminder.

It's all in fun and just an excuse for us to get together.  I'm not sure what I'd do without my girls.  In high school, all my friends were guys and now I'm surrounded by many awesome chicks.  I'm blessed to have these three.  One tells it like it is - harsh, no-nonsense and blunt - enough to get through my thick head and I usually listen (except when it comes to guys, and she's always been right there).  One is a love bug.  She will smother you in love.  And the third is a combo - she'll gently tell you to get on with things while hugging you at the same time.  They are my ying-yang-yongs.  (I needed a third).  Sometimes you need your friends to tell you you're being an asshole and to get it together, to hug you and remind you that you're still someone that people want to have around.  (especially in Europe in 5 years....)

Will spent the night with his favourite babysitter Sarah, and I slept in.  When I got back to him on Sunday, I couldn't wait and I got the best smiles, hugs and kisses ever. 

And I actually missed him.  And he ate, and he slept and he was happy...all the things he hadn't been in weeks because he was feeding off his mother's crappy mood.  We'll be better moving forward - bring it on, I'm ready!

What else?

He learned to nod that day.  Holy shit it's adorable.  More yogurt?  Many nods.  Blankie?  Many nods.  Is mama the most beautiful, amazing, person ever?  He hasn't quite mastered that one yet - but we're working on it.