i slumbered from my comfortable bed this morning with a kiss on my cheek from my mother in law, they were leaving and she was saying goodbye.
i got up and stumbled around, i had to visit the loo and figured i’d go out and hug the father in law goodbye after i did that. plus i had to water my hair down b/c i looked like don king.
by the time i was done they were gone. only a few minutes to cuddle in bed with the boy watching cartoons before i had to get in the shower to begin another full day.
i dropped the girl off at a girlfriends house, and i had a noon appointment with the chiropractor, and then a one p.m. with my therapist. only going like once every three or four weeks now b/c i’m nearly cured ya’ll. i tell him i go to keep him straight. he’s over the moon about that you see.
i had to stop at target and pick up some stuff, and stop in and tell the lady at the nursery that the thyme and cilantro that she schooled me about are growing nicely. she told me to give her an update and i’m obedient ya’ll. she wasn’t there though.
i got home right at 3:30, just in time to grab the boy and take him to gymnastics. he wasn’t in the mood, and tried to tell me he was running a fever (not really really b/c he’s a pretty honest kid and knows i can see through his designs). i had to pep talk him through it and he was fine and we went. on the drive he asked me why people say “ya’ll”. i explained it and he said that he won’t say it, it’s not proper. (no idea where he got this, must be that yankee dad of his.)
we got home from gymnastics, both of us very tired and we watched cartoons for about 15 minutes, i made him some oatmeal and got ready to go to my book study meeting. on the way home, i checked my voice mail and i had to return a call to jill who is on her way to florida.
i came home and began watering all the plants and gardens before it got dark. i’d passed the boy’s posse on my way home and they said they wanted him to come over so i passed it on and he went out to play.
the husband walked around the house with me as i was watering telling me about his day. he went back inside to the house and the girl came out and told me about her day. (can i just tell you that i LOVE being a mom? really, i do. some of it really sucks but today i can appreciate being the mom and that they trust me enough to tell me their stuff.)
during this, jill on her way to florida starts texting me. she’s a new texter so i figured i should call her so she didn’t die in a fatal car accident from texting. the thing is, jill isn’t like me. she encountered a storm around orlando and pulled over to an IHOP to text me.
i’m out in the garage, talking to jill on speaker and jess is sitting with me. for a short time all was peaceful. the boy had come home and i had him take a shower. afterwards, he came out and jumped up into my lap while i was on the phone.
he then began writing strange notes that i read aloud to jill and it scared her. she was dealing with her own nightmare at the IHOP. sticky table arms stuck to table, cell phone stuck to table. she was beyond skeeved.
her unknown soup arrived and we had cut the call. a few minutes later, i start talking to jess again and trying to check my email. the boy had gone inside for some grub and jill called me back. the husband came out and asked if he should put the boy to bed. i said yes (still on phone with jill probably hating me every second b/c she can’t get a word in with all the interruptions on my end).
in fact, she asked me if there were ever a time when i wasn’t multi tasking. no, there is not. i’m sure this will cause some type of neurological disorder and i’m ruined for life from this experience of mothering and wife-ing.
the boy wasn’t please that dad was putting him to bed, so he comes out into the garage and says that it is my turn to put him to bed and dad cannot do it.
the boy has been extra mouthy since his sister’s been here, obviously he realizes that he’s not the king bee anymore. as well, he’s becoming aggressive and talking about death and it’s FREAKIN ME OUT. therapist says that boys do this and i should just ignore it.
i said fine about ignoring it until he starts building a bomb. that’s where i’ll draw the line. my therapist is beyond awesome for my personality type but he’s not the boss of me. ha, ha that’s a funny in case he’s reading this. doesn’t everybody share their blob with their therapists? just me? well there you go.
why am i writing all of this insanity for you? b/c you, reader of this blob must share in the chaos of my life. the straight up crazy arrived last monday and it’s not letting up. the girl came in on wednesday so i can’t blame it on her. no sirree i cannot. my in laws came in this past monday night, not their fault either.
it’s life. and, life is full. there are things to do and people to see and talk to and projects that need to get done. the garage is completed accept for some little touches of hanging stuff from the ceiling and putting up some shelves. i’m certain that about fifteen HUGE bags have been removed and thrown away.
the back deck is clean, just a few finishing touches there too. i managed to refinance the mortgage for a very, very sweet deal that actually moves us forward by eight years and pays off the HUGE debt we had from everything falling apart all at once over the past two years. i hate debt and i avoid it as much as possible.
in fact, every time i’ve been in debt, i’ve been able to pay it off. without declaring bankruptcy or marrying a man i don’t really love in order to support myself. not that i know anyone that does that but i read books you see. i point it out simply b/c i’m a scrapper you see, and if someone handed me a silver platter i would have no damn ideer what to do with it.
ahem.
last night, i was trying to go over some of the mortgage paperwork and i came out to the garage to do it b/c there were so many people in the house. the boy came out like five times to show me stuff. the husband came out and i lost it a little. i said please leave me alone so i can review this and keep that boy away too!
i can’t blame you for not reading this far, it makes me tired just writing about it. i’m fairly certain i am in no way unique and many mothers in the world suffer from the same problems.
in spite of the crazy, life is good. it’s incredibly FULL and i am more than grateful about the whole thing. things could be worse and they have been worse but right now they are really awesome and i’m going to enjoy that for what it is while i can b/c life’s short ya’ll. really short.
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