Thank You, Sweet Ginger!

So, today's entry is a helpful hint--pay attention I don't have a lot of these. Yesterday, I admitted that I was suffering from a mild case of food poisoning, and there's nothing like a upset stomach to upset your schedule and to make your kids think they have carte blanche to destroy everything in the house. (I even took a nap, but the house is still standing.)

Last night, I was desperate. So desperate that I looked for a solution on the Internet. I know, right? I found a home remedy for stomach aches that said to make a cup of Chamomile tea and to add one teaspoon of ginger and honey. With a little experimentation, I discovered that it would take three teaspoons of honey to get the ginger tea down, but it worked almost instantaneously! I had a little relapse today, fixed another cup, and, again, my stomach was better almost immediately.

So, the next time your tummy is giving you that angry rumble, feel free to try this concoction. Of course, if you do, you are taking complete responsibility for any ill effects. (If I had a lawyer, he would make me say that.)

The Monday Blues

Wow. Today is not going to be a particularly enlightening day because I'm still suffering the ill-effects of an Egg McMuffin from Saturday morning. I don't know about you, but I can't stand it when my stomach is upset. I don't feel like writing or doing the laundry that needs to be done. My stomach doesn't crave the foods that I should be eating, and--here's the worst part--I'm afraid to drink my coffee because it's so acidic.

Ugh! Definitely not SuperWriterMom today--more of a Barely Functioning Mom. That said, I did sign up for my appointment at Nationals in Orlando. There. I did something to further my writing career. Now, off to clothe the naked child!

Submit or Trash

I'm getting ready to submit some poems--because I need help. So here's my infamous ghazal. Do you think I should submit it? Is it edgy or just silly?


The Humble Request of the Mother of a Preschooler

I wheedle, I cajole, I plead
Wanting you to use the potty.

Princess dress, pony, lollypop
All yours when you learn to go potty.

Money, jewels, liberal kisses to feet
I would give if someone else would teach you to potty.

No pails, no pull-ups, no heavy bags
Just as soon as you learn to potty.

No accidents, no spills, no stains
Once it all finds the potty.

If only your will wasn’t your own
And I could mold you like putty.

But independence, spirit, and babyish charm
Will be lost if I make you go potty.

The First Day of the Rest of Your Life

I thought it appropriate to start today, just two days after I graduated, with my new blog. I've been trying to decide on an identity. You can see that I don't dream big of anything. I just want to be a SuperWriterMom. To paraphrase Jon Lovitz, is that so wrong? (You'll have to imagine the whiny voice part.)

In keeping with what I'm sure will be a theme, I'm going to have to stop my post for the day because I need to pick up my daughter from preschool. Taking off the writer hat (Hey, wrote a short story today!) and putting on the mom hat. As for the "Super" part? That was just wishful thinking.

Have a great day, everyone, and keep on making it up as you go along.