Renewed
yes. well. i am having a particularly crappy day. nothing really bad happened. it doesn't take a whole lot to set me off anymore.
kids were being kids. but, it got on my nerves a bit. then nursey called bitching about baby not holding up her end of the moving into the new place. grrrrr.
i have told them over and over. I HAVE NO DOG IN THIS FIGHT !!
I just checked the phone records. Calamity, out of the 720 hours last month, managed to call and talk to her children for 59 minutes. Not even ONE of those 720 hours. AND, its free mobile to mobile, so it wouldn't even cost her minutes.
Air is irritating me right now.
A friend sent this to me LOL
For all my strong sisters.....
Live your life in such a way
That when your feet hit the floor in the morning
Satan himself will Shudder, and say
OH SHIT!! She's AWAKE !!
21st Century Kids
3/4 Pint and 1/2 Pint out playing in side yard. They are digging for worms. They have taken the BIG leaves from the out of control Hydrangea that I just pruned W A Y back which had pretty much taken over the corner of the flower bed next to the side porch. They are going to put the worms lovingly on the big leaves. For what purpose? Only God knows.
3/4 says..........to 1/2 as 1/2 is holding a pile of leaves......(wait for it...wait for it...)
& nbsp; Pause that, I have to go to the bathroom.
Life is Good
This is the closest I have been to whatever in the hell normal is for weeks.
We aren't moved in yet. I have managed to unpack enough to survive.
It is a wonderful, slightly chilly morning at the old bungalow. The outside temp is a balmy 62 degrees, overcast with sun peeking through the large white fluffy clouds.
I am sitting comfortably on the side porch, having a cup of coffee and a cig. No, I haven't yet quit. The kids are outside in their 'whatever they wore to bed last night' clothes, running up and down the bank that leads to the street, which I managed to weed eat a few days ago.
Their hair isn't combed. They have had their meds and their breakfast. The screen door is latched so Monster won't get out. I don't really care if Monster gets out, but the neighbor kids (3 - two boys and a girl) are over and well, it's just better that way.
It's 10 am.
The house is actually a bungalow. Small, cozy and in town. We have a small front yard, a medium side yard with a nice covered porch and some outdoor furniture left, courtesy of Nursey and Cop....and a large (huge - although not the two acres we did have) back yard, fenced.
I would take pictures and post them, and undoubtedly will, but I havent unpacked the cable that hooks my kick ass Palm phone with the built in camera which is the only camera I have, to my laptop yet, so cannot upload them.
Someday soon perhaps.
I should be inside, unpacking. I should be inside hooking up the slide shower in the bathroom so I don't have to bend over as much to bath the girls.
The list of things I should be doing is rather lengthy. Fuck it.
Because what I AM in fact doing, is absolutely nothing. Well, except I did grab the laptop, and a fresh cup.
the kids are having fun, meeting neighbors. They are in fact, playing which is what they are supposed to do. They are playing Run Chief Run, whatever that is. The other kids live across the street, directly across the street.
Nursey told me not to let the kids play with 'those kids'. Their parents house is in slight disrepair. I don't care Nursey said the parents fight alot, and have lots of parties. I don't care about that either. The kids are polite, and play well. The youngest, K, has something wrong with her. She doesn't walk very well, and talks a bit 'off'. The kids don't care and I don't either. They appear to be close in ages with my three.
The kids just went across the street to their house, after asking if they could, and yes, I let the kids wear their sleep clothes over there.
I can see them in the back yard of the neighbors from the side porch. They have a tree house, a swing set and are putting in an above ground pool, probably the same one I put in. The parents are smarter than me though, THEY had a load of dirt delivered yesterday to level out their ground, something I, or rather more correctly, the person whom I had designated the task to, failed to do.
I had a bit of a meltdown the other night. It was very much not pretty. It happens.
The other day I was taking the girls to the counselor. After filling her in on the weeks happenings, I looked at her and asked..."I just need to know. Do I even approach anything in the vicinity of normal, because I am thinking my life is more like a badly written grade B novel, and if I wasn't actually living it, I wouldn't believe one word of it...."
She said, well, you know, normal is....
I replied..."I know, normal is a setting on my dryer, I am asking you as a friend."
She looked right at me and said...
"you're fucked"
To which I replied. Thank you very much. I need to touch base with other realities occasionally. LOL.
Life is good.
keeping up
All is relatively quiet on the home front. Sorry, have been so freakin busy. Not enough time to do even half of what I need. remind me there is a funny post to come.....Singing in the Drain Part II...
Kids are fine. Dave is healing slowly. Also remind me there is more to tell of that particular story that is not fine, but we will get through it as well.
I haven't collapsed yet. Bets are being taken. Garage is still full and unpacked but you can walk through the house and the floors are clean. Kitchen and dining room unpacked sort of, bedroom furniture set up, living room furniture in, nothing on walls yet, back porch full of boxes of tools till i get garage undone..kids room, well, they are sleeping there mostly.
I need to get to the old house to get it clean. It's a 45 minute drive. Gas is 5.00 a gallon. I have $100 left for the month. Not looking good. LOL.
Will try to blog soon. Sorry to all my friends who keep up with me, this time, I am not keeping up with you????
In new house.
Really long story. Short version.
In the middle of unloading a 28 foot Uhaul, Dave has Dr appt. Incision is red and hard in a circle around it. Incision is 8" long. Dave calls from hospital. They are doing emergency surgery.
Kids are drenched from 24 pack of water bottles they just poured over their heads.
Furniture is still on. Son is sitting down having a 'break'. Tattooed Love Puppy is sitting down having a break. Cool Dude (brother in law that I love dearly) is sitting down having a break. My best friend Twiggy and I are working our asses off.
I am a BIT snippy.
So, I tell them all get off your fucking asses and unload the truck, Daddy has to have emergency surgery and I can't f'ing even hear him.
Dead silence.
They unload.
I stress. Call MIL and ask her to go over to hospital. Tell son to go and get my car which Dave took to hospital.
Unload truck.
Dave calls, they are going to try some sort of needle aspiration under the CT Scan machine.
It works. 70 cc of infection is removed. Antibiotics are started.
Truck gets unloaded.
I didn't collapse.
Furniture is in. Kitchen mostly unpacked. Bed is set up. Everything but a few boxes is in garage, waiting for me to bring in, one box at a time to unpack between Doctor appointments, kids counseling appt's and karate.
Pool is up. Lopsided but UP. Filled. Kids are out in it.
Life is good.
