Boy, you’re in a heap of trouble!
Sorry, anytime someone mentions trouble, I can’t help but quote the sheriff. What can I say, I’ve seen Cars waaay too many times.
Anyway.
Boy, am I in a heap of trouble! While sending rants to twitter at/after a party tonight, my fingers betrayed me, and I accidentally sent an update to J’s cell phone instead of twitter’s number. Unfortunately, it was the message that said, “Oh god! I just realized I have to go on vacation with these people in two weeks! Lord help us.”
Um, oops.
Suspicions
I’m pretty sure I overheard a shoplifter at Target yesterday. In the dressing room, I heard someone come into the stall right next to me, and a little boy said, “Why did you say you only had three things, Mommy?”
“Because I have three things.”
“But…”
“IT’S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!”
I read that right, right?
I need a break
Two weeks until vacation. Hurry UP!
Dude, and it’s not even a real vacation. It’s one of J’s business trips for a thing that he won. Plus, my-inlaws are going to be there.
And yet, despite all that, I just can’t wait! We’re going to St. Louis, and J and I always have such a great time when we go there. Have I mentioned I was born there? I was, and I love it, and I always feel right at home. I think it would feel quite good to go home right now. Two more weeks!
Exasperated
Sometimes, this little boy charms me to the point that I can totally picture having a kid, being a mom, and it feels awesome. Sometimes, he’s just three.
Status: Better
My aching back is doing much better today. It’s not all better, but I don’t feel like it will need extreme intervention to be functional again. Seriously, what was up yesterday?
T is doing much better, and should be leaving the hospital tomorrow.
My ferrets are doing much better after the loss of their brother, Icarus “Sniffy” Bins. Lazarus and Hazel been mopey for a couple days, but are back to weasel-dancing their fuzzy asses off. I love how a ferret can make me smile, even in the darkest of moods.
The other thing that I haven’t even told you about in fear of jinxing my chances? Also going well. Perhaps an update on Sunday, if things are still going smoothly.
Happy Memorial Day
I hope you all had a better day than me. My back is cramped up so much, and was made even worse by hauling 59 flags around town with J. I’m exhausted and just want to soak in the hot tub. Sadly, J is unwilling to go down there with me. I’m not the type to sit around alone in public, so I shall suffer. Suffer and grumble. Suffer, grumble, and occasionally cry out in pain. You bet your ass I’m hoping he reads this.
May 25
I handed him an index card inscribed with, “I love my husband.”
“Aww, I love my wife!”
“Can you write in on the card?”
And he did. And now I have one more love note for my collection.
Six Flags is more fun
This week has been one hell of a rollercoaster. On Wednesday, the baby we’ve all been anxiously awaiting for months finally arrived, and I got to meet her at the hospital within half an hour of her birth. My boss is her aunt, and we spent the day together with Big Brother and Thomas, making t-shirts, getting updates, taking the boys to visit before the labor, and then back to visit again after the birth. I think she is the newest baby I’ve ever met. Her mom looked at me and said, “Okay, C, you’re next!” Ha! Not quite yet. Give me a couple more years.
Wednesday was good, but then I stayed up all night long working on a project. I literally went to bed within 5 minutes of J’s alarm going off. Yeesh! I slept for an hour and got up again when he was showering (to finish the project, which was due by 11), and went back to bed at about noon. I took a nap and was shocked to see that it was 4:26 when I woke up. Oops! Needless to say, I was cranky as hell on Thursday, and wasn’t in any kind of mood to deal with anything. And then our ferret died. Words cannot express how upsetting this was to me. I would have been heartbroken on a normal day, but the lack of sleep compounded the sadness so much that I felt like my whole world was crashing down on me. And then, of course, I went with J to his tattoo appointment (#25 – I recounted) and sat on a couch for FOUR HOURS (*@#*#*@*!*$@!!!) while he got all inked up. I reread my copy of ReadyMade magazine 14 times, silently screamed at the other patrons, and tried not to pass out, all while sending mundane texts to Twitter.
We got home at midnight, and right before going to bed, I thought I would check something online. Holy fucking shit, our project was chosen as one of the Top 20! There’s a week left before the winner is named, but ours is being named as a favorite in the forum! Oh, happy ending! Truly, I am absolutely ecstatic over this. Jubilation is a word that comes to mind.
Friday morning, I was sluggish, as would be expected after two nights of truncated sleep. The boss stayed at home for awhile because new furniture was being delivered, and mentioned that they were going to show the house that night. Thomas was being terribly three, so I threw myself into housework, trying to ease some of her burden. And then, a little before noon, I got a terrible phone call – two friends had been hit by a car. Since we didn’t have any details, I fretted about the house for the next few hours, trying to distract myself from tears. Meanwhile, Thomas was full of energy and being more obnoxiously three than he ever has been. Oh, nap time, you couldn’t come early enough. Finally, I got a report, which was not great, but did ease my worries. The rest of the day was spent cleaning and watching the clock.
On my drive home, I called my grandmother, who sounded simply exhausted. She said she had been working in the garden all day. She has one of the most beautiful yards I’ve ever seen, but she’s 81 years old, and isn’t getting around so well anymore. I think she needs to downgrade to a patio garden, but I know she won’t hear of such a thing. Luckily, she did finally give in and hire someone to mow her yard this year. Hopefully, come fall, she’ll give up on raking leaves on her own as well. But anyway, it was upsetting to hear her so sounding so feeble. And then, of course, we visited our friends in the ER, and discovered that T was looking much worse than I was led to believe. A horrible end to a horrible day.
To make all these matters worse, my face started burning on Thursday night before we went to get the tattoo. I mean BURNING. It burned Thursday night and all day Friday. It’s not a sun burn, I don’t have a fever, and I haven’t started using any new facial products. The only explanation we have come up with is that on Thursday, I got a package of new lotion in the mail to try. While it is a body lotion, I have a bad habit of touching and picking at my face, so it is possible that I was transferring this seemingly innocent lotion onto my much more sensitive facial skin. To test the theory, I put no lotion on today. My face has not been burning today. Tomorrow, I will wear the lotion again, and if my face burns, I will consider the case solved. Then I’ll hold cold applesauce cups on my face to help soothe the burning, because OH THE BURNING!
It’s been one hell of a week. Tomorrow better damn well be a wonderful day. I’m at wits’ end and nearly out of cookie dough.
Didn’t even notice that he hit them until he was flagged down
J called me a little bit before noon today. “Now, I don’t want you to get upset,” he said. My heart started pounding. What now?
“T and T were walking in the park when they got hit by a car. T’s back is all screwed up, and I’m still waiting to hear about T.”
Holy crap. “They were both hit by a car?”
Several hours later, we finally got an update. T is merely bruised up, but her husband, T, has 4 broken ribs, a punctured lung, and a cracked leg bone (not sure which bone). In one way, I’m very grateful that it wasn’t even worse than that. In another way, I’m terrified. T is a 70-year old man. Broken ribs and a punctured lung at his age can’t be great.
The accident happened a little before noon. At 9:00 tonight, we went to visit them at the hospital and found out that he was still down in the ER. After some finagling at the front desk (“We’re here to see our grandfather, Mr. F.”) we were allowed to go back one at a time. J went first, then I insisted on going back too. T was sitting in a chair, looking bruised, but okay. T was in bed, looking…not so good. I got to squeeze his hand hello and goodbye, but that’s about it. T was so grateful that we had showed up, and I could tell that she was fighting back tears. I told her that we had to tell the nurse up front that we wanted to visit our grandfather, Mr. F., and she said, “Good! Good for you!” and smiled. I promised that we would come back to visit just as soon as they were given a room.
I first met T & T in 2004, on the day of my bridal shower, which was held at their house. I’ve never been good at warming up quickly to people, so it was a little strange to be the star of a party at a stranger’s house. I met T, the wife, early in the day, but I didn’t meet T until after the party. J and I, and his parents, and T and T went out to dinner that night, and people who know me would be shocked to know that I hugged both of them that day. Three weeks later, they bought last-minute plane tickets to Las Vegas and surprised us at our wedding. Since then, we have had many holiday meals together. T and T are like family, and I love them. It tears me up that they’re suffering. Hit by a car in broad daylight. I pray that T is going to be okay. I can already tell that T is, but T just looked so frail. I love them, and I just want them to recover quickly.
Too much
After several nights in a row of no sleep, I’m ready for a vacation. J’s taking the day off tomorrow. Lucky bastard. He deserves it though, as his last 2 weeks at work have been pure hell.
He’s been stuck doing the work of 3-1/2 people. His parents, who both work there, have been in Hawaii, and his CSR’s brain is with her son in Iraq, so J’s been doing most of her work lately too.
He’ll enjoy his day off, and I’ll enjoy having an unstressed man around the house.
