Day to Day

Here are some recent topics of discussion around our house, in no particular order:

1) I saw the Virgin Mary in our neighbor’s window.  TW saw it too so I’m not crazy.
2) Jane Wyatt is dead but Joni Mitchell is not.
3) Glen Close is too old to play Marie Antoinette.
4) Did we get hit by the same truck (aka sassymonkey) or were there two different trucks?
5) Upgrading IE.
6) Ponytails.
7) The weather – it’s cold today, after being surprisingly warm, and getting colder.  We are going to freeze tomorrow.
8)  There is such a thing as too many tomatoes.
9) Who owns that blue car and why does he pull in there all of the time and then pull out again?
10) It’s hard to tell the difference between TV and video games, just by the sound.

It’s bed time. I don’t care if it is only 10:17am, it is still bedtime! That’s what happens when you wake up at 2:13am with a headache. A headache that is either a brain tumor or a sinus headache, those are the same thing, right? Tylenol at 2:13am helped but by the time the headache was gone, I was wide awake. I really hate that.


I was ready to sleep at 5:30am but the alarm, of course, went off at 6am. Coffee has not helped me stay awake. Work is really not helping at all. I’m to the point where I’m considering cleaning house as a stay awake method. Does anyone have any experience with that? Does it work?


It’s going to be a long, long day and a longer night. Gilmore Girls is one! Michelle is working til “close”! I must. Stay awake.

I like schedules.  I like routine.  When my schedule gets screwed up and my routine gets thrown out of whack, I am not a happy person.  If it happens a lot, or for an extended period of time, I’m incredibly grouchy about it.  And I exhibit my grouchyness by being very, very quiet.

If I’m quiet, I’m either sick or mad or grouchy. 

I’ve had two weeks of screwed up routine and screwed up schedule.  What’s worse is I had only just gotten comfortable with the new schedule and the new routine.   As you can probably guess or as you may have noticed by my blog – I’ve been a little quiet lately. 

Well that’s all over and done with.  I’m tired of being sick or mad or grouchy or out of sorts. I’m tired of screwed up schedules.  I’m also tired of being quiet.

So, no more of that crud.  Back to business as usual around here.  I decree it and so it must be.

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September arrived early this year.  Before I have people calling me or emailing me or private messaging me, I’m going to beat the rush and post just a wee list of special events that have happened here in the last 10 days.  Are you ready…

1) We’ve had 4 family birthdays.
2) I’ve driven TW to the airport and back.
3) The half child and his friend have replaced the serpentine belt on the car twice.  The first time, wrong belt.
4) I’ve had 3 dead batteries.  OK just one battery was dead but it happened 3 times.
5) 1 new battery was purchased.
6) In a 5 day period, I was in the car ALONE for 15 hours. 
7) In that same 5 day period, I was in the car with other people for 10 hours.
8) Jenn was sad because her luggage was lost and I being the non-compassionate mother that I am – laughed.  Which made her mad.  And it was her birthday.
9) Our wireless router died.
10) I’ve had 9 phone meetings.
11) I have spoken to the dirtbag on the phone, for no good reason that I can come up with except that – he’s clueless. 
12) Jenn, probably has kidney stones and is a little scared and a little over-dramatic because she’s an August woman AND because I had horrid kidney stones and she remembers how sick I was and how horrid I looked in the hospital dealing with them.
13) TW is heading into surgery in just a few hours.
14) I will be sitting in a waiting room with people and no internet connection.
15) My ankle, it’s still screwed up.

So, there you go.  September arrived early.  I’m just peachy.  So don’t ask.  Don’t call.  Don’t send mail. Don’t private message me.  I know you mean well but just don’t.  It doesn’t help.  And I’m not a nice person who can pretend that it does.  I’ve got 3 weeks and then this too shall pass.  So there.  Happy September, one and all.

Ack! I’m tired! Ack! I’m busy!  Ack! My ankle hurts.

I’m tired of being tired.  I’m tired of waking up an hour before the alarm goes off.  I’m tired of knowing if I didn’t get up an hour before the alarm goes off, I’d never get everything done that needs to be done.  I’m tired of getting up an hour before the alarm goes off and still never getting everything done that needs to be done.

Work is busy.  And not the normal busy.  It’s all of the unusual things that have to be done that are kicking my rear.  I prefer the humdrum normal everyday busyness, not this special busyness.

I’m tired of hobbling around on an ankle that still hurts, even though it is definitely "better" it is not well.  And the hobbling to baby the ankle causes the bad knee to yell at me for treating it unkindly.  I can’t win with the left leg and that is annoying.

And Michelle, she goes to college today.  And she is nervous.  More than nervous.  Which makes me very very nervous.  (Updates regarding Michelle will appear at Fast Times if you’re interested.)

There you go, today’s update.  I’m tired.  I’m busy. My ankle hurts.  My kid, she’s nervous.

Life.