This is a pretty good visual interpretation of how I feel most days. Found through stumbleupon, original image is here.
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Nothing like perfect timing!
Mom’s birthday is in August, and winning a free Dyson would be a beautiful thing. The gift she wants, and at a price I can afford!
Only one thing mars this perfect morning…
I was hoping for a full night of sleep tonight, but alas; Daniel rolled out of bed with a thumpbump and a confused “Mommmmmee? I fell!” somewhere around 230. This comes on the heels of his bad dream and “Mommy, can I sleep nexta you?” Thursday night, and the extreme need to pee and running through the house crying because he was too sleepy to find the bathroom Wednesday night.
No, seriously. It’s like sleepwalking. There are two bathrooms that adjoin my bedroom – one in the hall and one directly off my room. He went right past them both and into the livingroom, crying and saying “I gotta PEE!”
It’s kinda cute the morning after. When it’s happening? Not so much.
So here I sit on the sofa, laptop fired up, looking out at the trees with their explosions of green and white hearing only the hum of the fan. The boys slept through me getting out of bed. Dad was leaving as I made my semi-conscious way to the kitchen only to realize…
We’re out of coffee.
Low-grade anxiety over for the moment.
The first exams are always the worst. Masochist that I am, I have all new professors this semester. My English prof came recommended as “difficult, but you’ll learn a lot”. That may have been true for the person who gave me the recommendation, but it’s pretty much a cakewalk for me. (Well, except for my HATE for assigned writing.)
It’s time I admitted it as well: switching my schedule to MWF was a bad idea. There’s not enough time during the week to get things DONE. I spend most of the time TTh catching up on laundry/grocery shopping/working and studying at home has become a running joke. The boys have most decidedly noticed my absence, and are objecting with clamors for attention the minute I walk in the door. And even though they’re doing this, I’m still signing up for two classes this summer – one each session. They’re both evening classes, which should be amusing. Think I’ll be able to keep my eyes open?
The impromptu meeting with my advisor over which Spanish class I should take this summer turned into a suggestion to email the head of one of the departments and discuss what, precisely, I can do with my degree. Once I declare a major, that is…
That’s all the news that’s fit to print for the moment. I have to eat & get outta here.
TA!
More homework avoidance.
Really? No, not really. I’ve come to the decision that I’m going to have to leave the house to study. Whether it’s sitting in the car in a quiet section of a parking lot, the public library, somewhere ANYWHERE but where these boys can yank the book OUT of my hands. Or “Mommy can you take this purple piece off” me to death. Or where I can’t hear Spongebob/WonderPets/Hi-5/Peep or whatever else it is they want to watch.
A break from Daniel’s Wall Of Sound ™ would also be a good thing. Have I told you about this? He doesn’t know how to whistle, but he can let out a yodel that will shatter glass. He can also sing “Hail to the Chief” with a rather endearing “uh” sound. But mostly? Oh hell, describing it’s impossible. I’ll go to walmart and pick up a mic for the lappy.
I have some posts brewing in my head, and even more sitting in the “drafts” section. I can’t seem to touch them right now, putting that kiss of done-ness on them.
I like laptopland. Much MUCH more than I thought I would. A few things are disorienting – I’m not quite certain of my feelings for Vista. There is no real desk-space for me anymore (the boys’ dinosaur Win98 non-internet computer is on my desk); networking the two computers is an exercise in impatience and so my archival files remain on the desktop. Touchpad mousing drives me nuts. I keep touching it. WHILE typing. It won’t recognize my thumbdrive. Hopes are minimal that it’ll recognize my fist-drive.
Em? What the hell’s a fist drive?
Pull a 10 gig hard drive out of a dead computer and hook it to one of these.
My blood pressure has been startlingly normal for the last few days. I’m keeping track of it – hopefully I can completely stop taking the meds soon. Actually I oughta stop taking it now, or maybe every other day or something…I don’t think this is a fluke.
The sofa badly needs cleaning. A part must be purchased for the steamcleaner first. Where is the steamcleaner? Loaned to a friend of Dad’s. I SWEAH if he doesn’t bring the damn thing home today I’m gonna go buy a new one. After all, I have a credit card with zero balance, right? *smirks* Let Mom keep the old one – I’ll keep the new one.
Okay, that’s enough bitching for one session. Tomorrow I’ll be all sunshine and flowers. Providing I can find photo editing software that plays nicely with Vista. Heh.
Also? I missed an opportunity for extra credit in my Religion class yesterday. Forgot what the date was. Timeless nature and all that.
About the Date: The Play by Play
First of all – since this was my second date since moving home I have made the decision to dub him
Unless/until he gives me permission to use his real name, anyways.
The day started out as all “special occasion” days do – with low-grade anxiety. He lives 80 miles away, and I hadn’t heard from him. I whined to my girlyfriend that he was going to stand me up.
Being the reasonable person she is, she yelled at me to STFU and chill.
After a few text messages, we met up at Fourth of July Park and I got a gooooood hug. We talked for a bit, then decided to hit the China Palace right down the street. The food was outstanding, although I did notice the piano instrumental version of “Sea of Love” playing repeatedly in the background. I’m not sure if it’s because we were there long enough to hear the entire CD through a few times (probably). The music wasn’t loud and obnoxious – I just happened to catch it as we were talking. I’ve gotten takeout but never eaten in the restaurant. Since it’s a nonsmoking environment, I will most likely take the boys there during the after-lunch lull and let them get accustomed to eating from a plate and silverware instead of waxed paper & all the grease they could handle.
After deciding that we’d warmed the chairs in the restaurant long enough, a driving tour of Kernersville was decided upon. We cruised through the retail, business, and historic districts and he got to drool all over the architecture. That managed to kill oh…30 – 45 minutes or so? It *was* Saturday, after all.
Then we went back to the park to talk. And talk. And neck like a couple of teenagers *heh*.
The End.
Or not.
HEH!
written with Joe in my lap. Will edit for clarity later
Halfway done.
Today marks the first day of spring break. From now until Monday March 26th, I get to write three papers, read and prepare for an exam (and by read I mean 10 chapters in one book and 4-5 books of the Bible), as well as write a journal. Obviously, I’ll be doing some editing here and there of the journal – specifically testing the wordpress-to-pdf plugin to see if it’ll work. I do NOT enjoy writing longhand. I’ve already taken (and failed) two exams. My anthropology instructor actually wrote “Looks like you skipped Chapter 4!” at the top of the exam. DUH! What part of “can’t read with two sick kids on my lap” did you have a difficult time comprehending??!!??
Well, I take that back. I don’t know that I actually *failed* the English exam. I still have an F in the class, however – due to the fact that one of the three papers that I’m writing during spring break was due oh….two weeks or so ago.
Okay, so I don’t enjoy writing papers at all. I can write, we all KNOW I can write and use proper English, let’s move along.
Really.
I forgot to stick school time lost into my “cost of illness” post. Not just class time, but the mental state that comes along with being in class regularly. Although the key word is still “endurance”, other adjectives now come to mind. Not many of them are flattering.
There’s an update coming on “The Rise and Fall of my Figure”. Just so you don’t continue to think I still look like that.
I’m going on my Second Date in Four Years tomorrow.
Stay tuned…
Unreal Realities
My days have taken on a strange Matrix-like dreamy quality. It is the clacking rattle of a rollercoaster almost at the apex; the rumbles of thunder before the Spring rains kiss the landscape. The uncertain quivering of the psyche as something new and unfamiliar is approached.
Conversations with my boys and my daughter ring with echoes of sweetness. I make a mental note to remember this moment, knowing that I won’t remember the specifics, but hoping to remember the look on their faces, the kiss of sunlight and the gentle breeze tousling their hair.
I learned at a young age that rollercoasters were something to be feared. “You’ll get sick!” was the never-failing reply for why I couldn’t ride. As a teen I cringingly, mincingly placed my unsettled self in a seat and grudgingly enjoyed myself. The moment would ultimately be killed by a clueless Navy Squid who asked me “Why did you scream?”
I think it’s time to take The Children to ride a roller coaster.
Goodbye, Pinkeye
Hello, Fifth’s Disease.
I swear this kid wants me to quit school.
Next day edit: It’s not Fifth’s disease. He had a (first ever) allergic reaction rash to *something* I gave him Claritin liquid last night as an anti-itch measure, and the rash disappeared.