Team TJ: still recruiting members

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Hi friends, I need your positive vibes, good thoughts, prayers, etc. for my son, TJ. He’s going back in for surgery this Thursday morning to fix a ventral hernia. His stomach is distended because the muscles never healed after his emergency appendix surgery last September. He feels no pain or discomfort and will proudly lift up his shirt to showcase what a fine belly he has. The surgeon has told us that this isn’t the emergency we faced last fall and because he’s so young, he’ll heal quickly. The surgery will take about two hours and if everything goes well, we could go home the next day. He’ll have to take it easy (no running, biking, wrestling, etc) for a month and a half until his incision heals which is not an easy instruction for a four-year-old boy. It’s been six months since my son fought for his life and we spent 19 days in the hospital so I’m feeling a little raw, my mommy heart heavy with nerves and worry despite what people say. I know it’s going to be okay but if you could join Team TJ, we would really appreciate it.

Thank you.

What makes me angry and what else is new, Mona?

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I am very honored to be an Angry Reader of the Week! Angry Asian Man is a phenomenal site Other things that make me angry:

1. Stuck-up Seattle moms. Sub-categories: a) all of them

2. Target charging me $40 for a hoodie and a sweatshirt. Those are not Target prices. If I wanted to pay that much, I would go to a higher end store, not some place where I expect the clothes to last as long as those foam flip-flops the nail salon gives you when you try to wear them as real shoes.

3. The college student at the gym who wouldn’t give me an extra white towel and full-on towel shamed me with her reply: “Ughhhh! That’s only if you’re going to the sawwwwwhhhh-na!”

“Okay, I’m going to the sauna.”

“Ughhhhhh! you’ll have to come baaaaahhhhhcccck!”

So what angers me is that young, congested valley girl voice that is probably too clogged from inhaling wieners and gets to wield her white towel power over me. I am a married, tired, worn out mother of two boys. My voice is extremely clear.

4. Male comics who use their joke bits on me instead of speaking like a real person. The minute I hear, “Well, my smartphone is ignorant!” I *clap* am *clap* done *clap*

5. “You’re really [insert “compliment” I don’t care to hear] for a comedian”. I am here to be funny not to compete in a beauty pageant I sure as hell don’t belong in.

Things that don’t make me angry: my kids! Who extend their arms to me and yell, “Give me a huggie!” Or kiss me on the lips and forget that they were only going to give me five kisses and somehow lose count. Or love their mother despite how angry and petty and unnecessarily spiteful she can be because she hugs back, kisses more, and has taught to repeat on command, “Mommy, you’re so young and beautiful. It’s just not fair for the other moms,” because their compliments are the ones that matter. Even the ones I force them to say.

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