Oh, I'm supposed to have my new Harry Potter book. I pre-ordered it in February. UPS says it was delivered. It wasn't. Know how I know? Because I was home all day yesterday.
I have emailed Barnes and Noble. I have emailed UPS. I have no Harry Potter book. I am sad.
Now I have to find other ways to distract myself. Like cleaning. Blech. I want my book! <sniff>
OK, so I should be sleeping, instead I am surfing the net on my palm pilot (and it's like 3 AM). I am freaking out about childcare. Since I didn't get my transfer, I now work like 8 miles away from the school the kids will be at. Seems silly to see it in writing but it really bothers me. Not only that, but I have to find someone to watch the princess and drive her to school. We don't let other people drive our kids. Ever. This freaks us out, but right now I don't see another option. When I think about it, it makes me sick. I literally want to puke right now except that I am in bed and the know all already peed in my bed. On accident, of course.
So, I have a barely slept for two days because I have been so stressed. Sometimes I wish I could be one f those carefree moms who aren't neurotic and can just roll with it. Not me. I worry about how far away I will be from the kids, I worry about someone else taking my precious princess to school. but what are my other options? I don't see any. Plus I am going to have to make two stops in the morning and battle traffic to get to my school. And the gas I am going to spend commuting - it scares me to think about it. But I have a great teaching schedule that will allow me to get my brows waxed easily on my lunch break.
I just hate the idea of being so far away. Sniff. Then I wonder - am I (or are we) the only parents who don't let others drive their kids all over town? I mean, there has to other parents like us.
So, I survived the mid summer rush. This is the time from about 1 week before my daughter's bday (she just turned 4) to now, a few days after my anniversary. Now, I need to relax and just enjoy the rest of summer break.
My husband and I have now been married for 11 years (despite our young-ish age) and I am coming to realize that there aren't a lot of people out there who have relationships like we do. I mean, we get along really, really well. We are truly best friends and with so many people getting divorced around us, it made us realize how special we are as a couple.
Our pool is now done as well and if I never, ever do any type of manual labor again I will be thrilled. It was a great way to distract myself from my own mental issues, but man it isn't fun. I will go post some pics now.
I know that what doesn't kill us makes us stronger, but honestly, how strong does one need to be? I have no problem when things go awry, but damn - why so many things at once?
Here was my day on Thursday:
1. I was still reeling from the cluster**** that was my daughter's soccer practice. In fact, I am so upset about it, it is an off limits topic in my house.
2. I went to put on a bracelet (which I never do) thinking it would be a nice touch. And it was, until it snapped, sending little black beads and rocks EVERYWHERE.
3. I was running a few extra minutes late to work. When I got my daughter to her preschool (which is right on the campus where I teach) she was too late for breakfast. Which meant that she had to come to my first hour with me and eat a Pop Tart.
4. I took my first hour to the computer lab and there were two other classes there. I was supposed to take my class second hour, not first. I was lucky in the fact that the other computer lab only had one class in it and it was small, so they let us stay, but talk about embarrassed.
5. Then I had to take The Menace back to preschool and she was just feisty and obstinate for the entire walk.
6. I kept leaving stuff in my classroom and made about 75 trips between the labs and the room. I ended up having nachos for lunch - they seem to be my comfort food. Which is bad.
Then I had too much soda. Then I got home and my house was smelly. Then my husband was late for his practice, so I had to start it. That was actually fun. Then we had pizza for dinner - so NOT healthy. I mean, for Christ's sake - why all that in one day? And why me?
By the end of the night all I wanted was a drink, till I remembered I can't drink because I am allergic. How's THAT for being punished?!
So, today started out really, really good. I got up on time, got the bambinos ready, got the know it all to chess class 5 minutes early and got to work in a very timely manner. Then all hell broke loose.
While in the parking lot, I got the menace out of the car. Someone tried to whip into the parking spot next to me, so I, being the conscientious mother that I am, grabbed my daughter and moved to the back of the vehicle, thus saving her from bodily harm.
The problem? Well, you see, when I get out of my car each morning, I open my daughter's car door, lock the doors, put my keys in my purse *so I don't lock them in the car* and then get her out of the car, grab my stuff and go. Today, however, I put the keys in my purse, grabbed my daughter while hurling her out of the way of a parking car, and shut the door. With. The. Keys. Inside. I felt like such an ass. I have never, ever locked my keys in my car. I have taken pride in the fact that this was one dorky club that I wasn't a member of. Until today.
Many phone calls later, my husband came to rescue me. He never ceases to amaze me with his ingenuity. He took a "snake" (some sort of cord thing that is used to pull wires through pipe), grabbed my purse through my cracked window, and then I was able to pull my keys out of my purse via my Fry's shopper card. Isn't he great?
So, now that I have joined the ranks of the stranded motorists before me, at least I can cling to my excuse - it wasn't my fault!
I am sick again and I may not post until after Christmas. I now have bronchitis (on top of mono) and really need to work on getting my immune system back up. Or find a new immune system, since mine obviously doesn't work. Be back soon....
<sigh>
I write this from my couch, where my butt has been firmly implanted for most of the weekend. I feel ok, probably because I didn't have to get up and get 3 people ready this morning.
Mono SO sucks. I had it in high school and it sucked then too. I missed a month of school, which was bad because I was a senior. Now, it's not so easy. I just want to move on, be done with it, have a day where I don't feel like I am walking through quicksand.
<sigh>
I will probably NOT do NaNoWriMo - I just don't have the energy and I feel like I should what little energy I can muster to promoting my book, instead of stressing myself out over a new book.
OK, pity party over. I'm off for showers, then early bedtimes - for me and the kids. :)
Just wanted to let my readers know that I have mono (actually I have had mono for over 5 weeks, but just found out about a week ago) and will most likely be offline until next week.
Thanks!! :)
At what point is the test over? And how is it graded? Do we get completion points? Because I have been pushed to the edge. Let's recap:
I have already had a bout with mono when I was in high school and I missed a month of school. Since I have been so sick for so long (Friday makes it 4 weeks and my Dr said that I had enough fluid in one ear to account for 3 people) they did the blood test for mono. It would explain everything, so we will see.
You see, here's how it happened. I have a tendency to get stressed out. Too stressed out. And you know all those reports that many people ignore about stress and your health? Well, they are true - if you get too stressed out, you will get sick and it will affect many areas of your health, including your heart.
It turns out, if you stay too stressed out for too long, you will begin to have heart problems. And at the age of 29 for the third time almost, I have learned the hard way that too much stress leads to heart issues. At my semi-young age, I recently had to get a refferal to a cardiologist. Yup, a HEART DOCTOR at the age of...well, early 30's. I went to my appt and was the only person in the waiting room who hadn't been alive in the Depression era. Being in a situation like this has a tendency to make a person re-evaluate their life and I am proud to say that I am on the road to better health. Right after I get over this wicked sinus infection that has kicked my ass for the past 2 weeks already.
So, I have given up caffeine to reduce anxiety (yes, I gave up my beloved Pepsi. I am still tearing up over this one...), I am eating even better than I was before and I plan to begin a walking program as soon as my throat stops feeling like I am swallowing a Brillo pad. The bigger part of this is the stress management. I need to not get so stressed out.
So, not only will I be blogging about my crazy family life, but my quest as well. Wish me luck!
