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More Cartoonversations from Only in a Woman’s World


Jenny: I thought you were at Disney World.

Emily: Well the cartoon version of me stayed behind to keep you company. Cartoon Me doesn’t trust Cartoon You to do one of these Frito-Lay thingies by yourself.

Jenny: How thoughtful. Now I feel really guilty about the fact that I didn’t share any of the snacks Frito-Lay sent this week with you. CAUSE THEY WERE GOOD.

Emily: Did you eat them ALL?

Jenny: No, I just ate the yummy Smart Food. I let Bobby have all the Baked Lays and Flat Earth Chips.

Emily: Dangit!

Jenny: Sooo yummy. The Smart Food is only 120 calories and it tastes like caramel popcorn BOO-YAH!

Emily: I’ve been robbed!

Jenny: I ALMOST feel very sorry for you. Now quit your whining and watch this new webisode from Only in A Woman’s World!

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The Happiest Place on Earth

I am going here:

Tomorrow.

Without my kids.

Who are thrilled:

But I, on the other hand, am so excited I can hardly stand it.

Thanks to Disney and Maria Bailey from BSM Media, I’m going to a Mom Bloggers Mixer, which means that I get to spend the weekend hanging at Disney World with some seriously awesome bloggers, including Lisa from Crazy Adventures in Parenting, Christine from From Dates to Diapers, Megan from Velveteen Mind, Amanda from Oh Amanda, Marsha from Sweatpants Mom, Lindsay from Surburban Turmoil, Beth from I Should Be Folding Laundry and my girl Andrea from Mommy Snacks.

I know what you’re thinking. With all those bloggers who are, like, a big deal, how on earth did I get on the list?

The answer is – I have no flipping idea, but it must have involved a dart board, someone pulling a name out of a hat, or random.org.

But regardless, I am so there, and I am going to do my best to act cool so they don’t catch on to me and wonder why the heck I’m crashing their cool people party. We all know that won’t work, so let’s hope I can win them over with my charm. Ok I definitely need a plan C.

Anyway, I’m leaving bright and early in the morning, and by early afternoon I should be checking into my very own room at Disney’s Beach Club Resort (did I mention I have my own room? Like all by myself? With no baby monitor?) ready for the weekend of a lifetime.

I’m sooooo excited.

I also have nine million things to do before leaving for the airport at 6 a.m. I have to work all day, present on my final paper at my last class of the semester this evening, go home, hang with the kids, give them baths and give them a zillion kisses to last them through the weekend. I’d like to leave the house sparkling and all the laundry done, but we’ll see how that goes. (I’m sorry in advance, honey).

Oh yeah, and I haven’t packed. I do know what I’m packing, though, because I have done some serious shopping in the last week! Time has been short, but I think I’ve hit every clothing store in town on my lunch breaks this week!

(As an aside, let me just tell you that working on a college campus really does a number on one’s self-esteem. You’re completely surrounded by people who are either A) much more accomplished than you, or B) much younger and thinner than you. My knowledge of point B should have been enough to keep me out of the clothing stores around here that are not designed for the nursing mothers among us, yet it did not. At one point I was pretty sure that firefighters were going to have to come get me out of a dress I was stuck in. I finally managed to extricate myself but in the process I squirted breastmilk on my face.)

*ahem*

So anyway, needless to say I am totally pumped and can’t wait for tomorrow to get here. This will be my eighth (I think) trip to Disney, and my first without kids (either under foot or in utero) and I fully intend to make the most of the fact we’ll have a permanent designated driver the trip.

Expect full reports – more than you ever wanted to know – next week 🙂

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Thoughts of an Anxious Insomniac

Last night I went to bed at 10:30 and I was so exhausted that I actually felt nauseous – maybe this is from my latest adventures in hormone therapy, maybe I was just super-tired. In any case, I took a Tylenol PM to go with my pre-bed Prozac ’cause I hadn’t slept well the past two nights and I really wanted to SLEEEEEEP.

But of course I had trouble falling asleep, despite my exhaustion. I’ve been having a little trouble with anxiety the past couple of days. It hasn’t been crippling, but it has been uncomfortable, and it’s come with a tightness in my chest – a physical symptom that is really getting on mah NERVES.

So I was feeling that, and then I started to get hungry. You see, another thing with this hormone-dealio is lack of appetite. Now it’d be nice if this symptom helped me to lose a few pounds, but unfortunately my appetite for Mountain Dew is still fully intact. Except yesterday, I was REALLY off, because I didn’t even have any Dew! What I ingested yesterday was a glass of chocolate milk, two cups of chocolate pudding (one for lunch, one for dinner, mmmm) and a cafe mocha. (Are you sensing a chocolate theme?)

In any case, as the clock crawled toward 11:00 last night, my appetite returned. But I was too tired to get up and do anything about it. I just wanted to sleep. But I was so ravenous I about started to nibble on my own hand.

I managed, after a few minutes, to ignore the hunger but I still couldn’t sleep. My exhausted mind began to hatch a plan to reach sleep. Here’s what I would do: I’d get up, rummage through my closet to find my sadly-neglected tennis shoes, put them on, and go for a run. Now perhaps you may remember from reading this blog that I abhor exercise. And when Emily talks about running it about gives me hives. I can’t run a BLOCK, people, but after 11 last night this seemed like a good idea. I’d lace up my sneaks, and I’d run in my pajamas. I knew I wouldn’t make it far but maybe five or six blocks would be enough to tire me out. I pictured myself running as fast as I could over the bumpy, uneven city sidewalk, maybe down to the convenience store I call Apu’s and then back again, my chest bursting as I returned home – surely then I could gulp down some water, take off my sneakers, and fall into bed and sleep would immediately overtake me.

What a great plan!

Riiiiight. Like I was gonna do that. But so desperate for sleep was I, that it did seem semi-rational.

Imagining my run must’ve tired me out some, because it wasn’t too much longer after that mental exercise that I DID fall asleep. The Tylenol PM seemed to work it’s magic and I actually slept pretty well. Joshua actually stayed in his own bed all night for once and didn’t wake me up until ten til eight this morning.

After I shook the sleep off this morning I giggled remembering my nocturnal thoughts. I have got to be the most neurotic person on the planet!

Me? Go for a RUN? No matter what time of day or night, THAT is crazy-talk. Or crazy-thinking as the case may be. But seriously. Seemed like a good idea at the time.

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