Monday, November 09, 2009
Ever had a cough so bad you wet your pants?
Well, trust me, they exist.
So all day yesterday, I felt the sore throat building and the chest pressure increase, so while waiting for my hubby to get home from his shooting excursion with his dad, I rested as best as I could. My kids are awesome...one was sick up in my bed resting, watching tv and sleeping, and the others were napping and hanging around playing Wii. I made it thru dinner and 5:30, hubby walked in the door.
Did he ask me how my weekend was? No, not really. He jumped right into his.
Did I mention to him that I had a crappy one? Yes, when he called at 3pm to tell me they were running late, I kinda mentioned it.
Did I get that hug I wanted? No, not really.
Did he get defensive and say how he really couldn't help me anyway because he was away? Yes.
Did he throw it in my face today about how I gave him attitude that he was going away & I was stuck with the kids? Yes, he did
Did I give attitude? No, I was encouraging
Did I throw that right back at him today? Yes, I did.
Did it shut him up? Yes, it did.
We rarely fight...and yes, has he gone away before and have I given him attitude? hell yeah...but I made a point this time around NOT TO. A conscious effort on my part completely. As our relationship grows on, I realize that we are two people who need to be individuals as well as a couple. I can have friends and go out, and so can he. We are together all the time, best friends, but really, without new experiences, what are we going to talk about if we don't live life to the fullest? I have openly encouraged him to spread his wings and hang with the guys, because #1 all our best friends are far away and #2 he his so like his hermit-like mother it is scary...and he knows it.
Anyway...I was down for the count today and now Mucinex is my best friend (hahahaha). A gilrlfriend of mine just got a piano and we made a barter deal for me to teach her kids to play...and I KNEW I had my old notes from my lessons 30 years ago and I went on an escapade to find them....DUMB MOVE.
Under our upstair eaves, there is a closet that is really deep and has tons of room and shelves...in there was a box from the past. I took that box and sort of cleaned up some stuff. Didn't find that steno pad, BUT I did happen to pulled something in my lower back. I couldn't stand up straight...my pelvis right now doesn't want to tilt forward.
This stinks so bad. I haven't had back pain in 20 years...and before it was from being too heavy! I'm walking like an 80 year old that needs both her hips replaced! Aaargh!!! Add the stupid cough that makes me wet myself and I'm a pretty frickin' picture, I tell ya! Where are my Depends? See? Now I'm senile too! Hey..if I don't laugh, I'm gonna cry.
So I'm taking this as a sign from God. Rest, woman...just rest.
Saturday, November 07, 2009
It's not really a "b" blog...well...maybe, I'm not _itchy, I'm bummed.
Hubby's away for the weekend to go shooting in some remote part of upstate NY with his dad...he needs to do stuff like that more often, so I am totally cool with that. I planned to have a Mom's night IN with some girlfriends...at 9pm when the kids are upstairs in bed. So many of us are in desperate need of a vent session, so this was the perfect opportunity.
Well....until yesterday at 3pm...the elementary school called to tell me to pick up my middle guy...101 fever and a sore throat. CRAP! bad omen right there. The fever goes away with ibuprofen every time, so I figured a good nights sleep was in order.
Good night's sleep, woke up sort of fine...we all went to the office (I work in my dad's home office - easy to bring the kids in a pinch)....then we went to the store...he had a PITA fit about something - should have been a sign. We got home..he went upstairs and when I went upstairs, I found him passed out in my bed, fast asleep.
In the meantime, an idiot parent who couldn't sell her popcorn (she didn't even try) called and told me on my machine that the "Show & Sell" time was not good for her. This thing is FOR HER and her son...so now I have to move the time earlier. Thank god that it was doable...so after 5 phonecalls and 6 emails later, I still have idiot parents calling me asking me questions I have no idea to answer....thus making me the idiot. Well, this idiot (me)sent out some more email (which the others could have done as well) in hopes of finding some answer to their idiot questions...but I digress...
2 hours later, Goldilocks wakes up - HOT...101 again. CRAP! Now, I don't feel comfortable bringing everyone in, even tho the kids will be upstairs..the germies are still here and everyone has little babies. So I canceled. We are all bummed...big time
So my plans of getting tipsy with the girls is out...the kids had Happy Meals, and I'm having some hot wings I was planning on eating later tonight. I guess it's better than a McDonald's whatever and the heavy cals found there. Maybe it's a blessing in disguise.
I ordered a Nonfat sugarfree Mccafe latte - 2 thumbs up here - and that perked my spirits up a bit. My wings will be yummy, and now I am going to put on my pjs, and later I will break out my favorite period piece movies (Pride & Prejudice and Jane Eyre) and have a solo night in.
Tomorrow is a new day...with a Cub Scout popcorn sale at the local grocery store from 10 to 12...and my brother and father will be taking my eldest to mandatory mass for reconciliation at our church & then dropping him off at the grocery store where I will be with the 2 sick one in tow. joy.
When my husband gets home in time for the Giant game...I'm leaving the house and going for a much deserved outdoor walk. I heard the weather is going to be lovely tomorrow....I'd better take advantage while I can.
Monday, October 26, 2009
Ahhh....the Den meeting is over...and I need to decompress
It started out fine....my regulars showed up...the normal new kid showed up...and then #1 walked in the door. I knew it was him immediately...accomplanied by his lackluster mother, who honestly looked like a woman wanting another life somewhere...anywhere. By the way, if you happened to read my previous blog, he is the good son, as opposed to his brother who is the true and real Bealzebub in the new Bear den...but this one has tendencies nonetheless. Let's just call him one that likes to "rile things up" a bit. yay (feeeeel my sarcasm people...at this point it is dripping from the ceiling).
All was going OK, even though he sat next to the kid I didn't want him to sit next to....one that can easily be riled up. yay My first mistake of the evening was giving the boys permanent markers to color in their eggcarton spider bodies. Their hands were covered. Oh well, sorry 'bout that parents...if another parent wants to take over, be my guest...this is like a third job that pays you in rocks. During this time...I am seeing #2 come out.
Satan #2 is another new kid...another attention seeker...a loud shouter outer...the other boys in the group are happy to see him when he strolls in late. When they finally get working, half the table is quiet and working, the other half is getting riled up. What is sad and ironic is that our usual riler-upper was out sick tonight. OMG...my husband the teacher, shoots me a look across the room and our brains match....our perfect imperfect old den we were used to is g-o-n-e GONE! We have been transported to volunteer hell.
So the meeting goes on...my parent helper helps out just fine. The other new parents invited to stay do absolutely nothing.... great. WHen pickup time comes, I can't wait for the 12 boys to LEAVE my house as fast as possible.
But wait...does this happen?
NoooOOOOOoooooo! An irate old-den parent comes in with 2 of the 4 boxes of popcorn that she is returning because she is pissed that she HAS TO SELL THEM. Guess what honey....we all do. The 4 boxes go for $15 a piece (15 sleeves of popcorn per box) and that is $60. This is the ONE big fundraiser we do a YEAR for the entire pack. Most parents just buy the boxes and sell then at their leisure. Others eat them (like my family). Others just toss them or donate them to food pantries after they pay for them. It's part of the BSA thing. Deal with it. You want to CRY? I WILL CRY and tell you that one kid dropped and I am selling the 4 other boxes with my OWN!! IF I pay out of pocket that is $120...looks like I'm paying $75 this year....so SHUT UP!!! and DEAL!!!
She was so livid and angry about having the popcorn sale be mandatory, she was crazy. Nice huh? Right in front of new parents. She is threatening to take he son out if it comes down that it is mandatory. Part of me is and the other part is I I like the kid & his family, I don't think I would want them to leave. But on the other hand...I have 13 boys in this den now...too many for my liking, escpecially with half of them being riler-uppers.
Anyway, she eventually calmed down and took the boxes back...thank GOD our assistant Cubmaster is also one of my parents picking up their kid. She talked her down nicely. I just didn't need that to happen tonight. Not the time NOR the place for that. Honestly, I think she was pissed at me & hubby because we didn't do a big "Show and Sell" at the supermarket. #1 - I don't have the time on a Saturday morning to do that. #2 - the only people showing up would have been me and her and another kid, because not everyone in the den LIVES for scouting...God knows I don't. What is really sad, is that this family is LOADED and the people who aren't are happy to pay their part and move on. Maybe I just don't get people. Whatever.
My son...the Scout...I noticed him sitting there kind of quiet tonight. I don't know if it was the forum, or the new kids, or the chaos...but I think something is turning in his brain. He is supersmart...doesn't really like the goofing around; actually WANTS to become a boyscout, but I don't know...he might be thinking that all the goofyballs in it might not be all that worth it. I can say this because he honestly thinks like that. He's a rare kind of kid. We'll see how this goes. If he's quiet and not his usual self in the next few meetings, I'm just going to ask him whats up. Maybe it was just the newness of the chaos this time...he was feeling them out.
So that was my night. joy. I'd go have a beer, but what would that do....but I would rather not be bloated or groggy in the morning. I'd go eat the rest of the donuts the mom left behind...but that is not good to do either. So to decompress, here I am, typing and giving you all the update you asked for.
Gotta love feeling trapped like this.
But as my favorite author, Jane Austen, puts so eloquently through the mouth of Mr. Bennett in Pride & Prejudice: "This too shall pass, with little or no consequence to me."
As the CubScout Motto goes, I will "DO MY BEST" with what I am given...and just keep my expectations extremely low in regard to this particular part of my life at the moment. I have bigger and better fish to fry...and it's not in the Cub Scout world.
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