A spoon full of Sugar and a pinch o’ Pepper

I sat on the couch Sunday evening, watching the boob tube (everything’s about boobs) with Two-buck Chuck filled in the wine glass next to my feet on the rug. I felt my amplified emotions get the best of me as wept for

Marion Cotillard

who had won Best Actress for La Vie On Rose. I had been out all Sunday shopping with Aaron, my 2nd oldest son, who was set to leave for 5th Grade Science Camp, Monday morning. Thinking about his impending week long absence was a recking ball on my heart. Wondering if he was going to spend his 4 and a half days crying at night in absolute loneliness with no one to comfort him. I was really worried about cruel kid ridicule coming down on him. For some reason, although I had been through this before with my oldest, it was tougher with the middle one.

Encore tears came streaming along for Hansard and Irglová

and Diablo Cody who also won Oscars. Didn’t you adore Once Actress Markéta Irglová’s Wonderful Oscar Acceptance Speech ? After she was first snubbed by “the music” and then brought back on stage to have her moment, say her thank- yous and encourage all of us dreamers that anything is possible.

And I loved how Diablo Cody (clad in skull and bones earrings, tattoos and black bobbed hair-do) said “Thank you to my parents for loving me the way I am.”

This morning I rode with a friend and fellow mom (who has 3 offspring, like myself in the same grade) a short hour and 20 minutes to Thousand Pines with 5th grade luggage and sleeping bags in tow. After arriving at camp and talking with other 2nd timer parents, I found that I was not the only delusional mother who had feared the worst. One mom added it’s not tonight she’s worried about. “Wednesday’s the night when they crack.” Great. I want to be the only one cracking. God, spare my kid would ya?