Yes, truly. Head cold. Allow me to whine? Wait, I don't have to ask permission because this is my blog! HAH!
This is where the whining starts.....
So head colds are generally no big deal. You sneeze some, cough a bit, you blow your nose a lot and maybe your throat tickles a little. I have never complained about a cold (well...maybe I have, but I don't recall, so that means never).
Add in my super duper sciatic nerve being pinched in my left buttock because of the curse (with no relief from ANY of the stretches that usually help) and then a bunch of lower back and butt muscles that are NOT healed yet (WTF? When are they just going to heal? I'm done already!) and you get a body that will not tolerate sneezing or coughing without the back going into major seizures of pain unless I am lying on my side, knees pulled up to my chest with a large pillow or blanket to hug and even then it's a crap shoot on whether my back seizes up.
You know what? I'm just tired of being broken. Tired of pain. Tired of having one or two good days followed by 3 or 4 awful, no good, rotten days. I'm tired of everything taking me a zillion years to accomplish because I move like a ninety year old woman. I'm tired of the hubby and kids joking that I'm really "milking" this back business. I'm just tired. Hmmm, seems to be a theme in my life, doesn't it? Sigh. If it isn't one thing it's another. Now someone pass me a tissue.
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Friday, October 14, 2011
Friday, September 12, 2008
I am already tired of today
It is now 11:40am. The morning has not even passed and I'm done with the day. I want to crawl back into my once warm bed, put on Pride & Prejudice (Colin Firth edition...YUMMMMMM - thanks Julie), eat comfort food and forget about what is going on outside my bedroom. Yes, that is what this morning's events have led me to - lucky girl that I am.
The day started off rather well actually. All the boys were up well before 7am and they pretty much did what they needed to do without my interference. At 7:40am I sent them out the door like every other day to wait at the end of the driveway for the bus that comes around 7:45. By 8am, there wasn't a bus and so I called the Superintendent's office and left a message. 5 minutes later I get a call back that says they are down one bus driver this morning and the kids should be picked up any minute. Oh ok...no biggie. I'm home, right? Then the phone rings again and it's the hubby telling me that he forgot his cell phone somewhere in the house, but doesn't know where and can I bring it to him. Oh ok, sure...I have to go to get a few things at the grocery store anyway. No big deal.
I get Em some oatmeal and while she eats I go do some laundry, check my email, check facebook and then my friend, A., calls. She is recently separated and going through a divorce. We don't get to "play" too much anymore as she is working many, many hours to ensure that the house (that her father built) will not be lost during said divorce. We chat a bit and I keep waiting for Becca's bus to come so Em & I can jump in the shower and get our day rolling. By 9 am I figure I probably should call the bus company and the school which is separate from the school I just called an hour earlier. Yeah, van driver has totally forgotten Bec and school starts in less than 20 minutes. Em and I are still in our pj's. We power shower and jump in the truck so we can drive Bec to school about 25 minutes away. We get within a mile of Bec's school and Em who has been whining for the last 10 minutes or so begins to vomit. Oy vey. Did I mention I didn't bring her pacifier? Did I mention that the pacifier seems to help her carsickness on car rides? She vomits 3 times and up comes her ENTIRE oatmeal w/blueberry applesauce breakfast. My poor girl is covered.
Thankfully, I've gotten slightly smarter in the last couple of months and have begun leaving a change of clothes for her in the back of the truck. We drop Bec off at the back of her school, make sure she gets into the building and park behind the DCS building. I begin to clean up my girl & her carseat all while making sure no one is trying to car jack me because here I am in a brand new vehicle with my back turned in a seemingly seedy area that I'm not familiar with. After what seemed like forever, we get back into the van and head towards home. We stop and pick up her "fire" and "key" and I realize that getting to the grocery store isn't going to happen this morning. In fact, I'll be lucky to get my hubby's phone to him and then make it back for David's pre-k bus.
When I finally get to the jobsite to drop off hubby's phone, I rolled down the window and said, "Here, don't have time to talk...." (I wasn't finished with my sentence) and instead of asking if everything was ok, hubby says instead, "I don't either." WOW. Next time pick up your own f-ing phone or better yet, take it out of your damn dirty pants and put it in your clean pants BEFORE leaving them on the floor of the basement because I certainly don't want to be carting our carsick girl all over creation just because you might miss a stupid f&^%$#g call.
So I hightailed it back home with 5 minutes to spare before Davey got off his bus - dragging. It's been a long week. Made longer by the fact that David has a cold and a runny nose. The kids have had lunch and I only can hope and pray that Em's doesn't come back up when we repeat the little car ride we've just had so we can pick Jerm & Bec up from school, hightail it home to drop off Bec & the little ones just so that I can drive like a maniac for Jerm's cardiologist consult this afternoon.
As a side note to all of these happenings this morning, my heart is deeply troubled for my minister & his family. He has been battling cancer for about 2 years now and I believe he is coming to the end of his path here on earth. He is a good man and I've enjoyed getting to know him and his family long before I ever checked out the church. They were the first to welcome us to town and immediately sought out to make us feel comfortable here. I keep wondering how they hold it together...how someone can make peace with the fact that they have to leave their children and/or spouse. I cannot imagine what either side is feeling. I want so desperately to help in some way, but I don't want to be intrusive either. My heart just hurts and while my beliefs tell me that P. will indeed see his family again and they will see him, it doesn't make it any easier to swallow.
Yeah, I'm already tired of today....
The day started off rather well actually. All the boys were up well before 7am and they pretty much did what they needed to do without my interference. At 7:40am I sent them out the door like every other day to wait at the end of the driveway for the bus that comes around 7:45. By 8am, there wasn't a bus and so I called the Superintendent's office and left a message. 5 minutes later I get a call back that says they are down one bus driver this morning and the kids should be picked up any minute. Oh ok...no biggie. I'm home, right? Then the phone rings again and it's the hubby telling me that he forgot his cell phone somewhere in the house, but doesn't know where and can I bring it to him. Oh ok, sure...I have to go to get a few things at the grocery store anyway. No big deal.
I get Em some oatmeal and while she eats I go do some laundry, check my email, check facebook and then my friend, A., calls. She is recently separated and going through a divorce. We don't get to "play" too much anymore as she is working many, many hours to ensure that the house (that her father built) will not be lost during said divorce. We chat a bit and I keep waiting for Becca's bus to come so Em & I can jump in the shower and get our day rolling. By 9 am I figure I probably should call the bus company and the school which is separate from the school I just called an hour earlier. Yeah, van driver has totally forgotten Bec and school starts in less than 20 minutes. Em and I are still in our pj's. We power shower and jump in the truck so we can drive Bec to school about 25 minutes away. We get within a mile of Bec's school and Em who has been whining for the last 10 minutes or so begins to vomit. Oy vey. Did I mention I didn't bring her pacifier? Did I mention that the pacifier seems to help her carsickness on car rides? She vomits 3 times and up comes her ENTIRE oatmeal w/blueberry applesauce breakfast. My poor girl is covered.
Thankfully, I've gotten slightly smarter in the last couple of months and have begun leaving a change of clothes for her in the back of the truck. We drop Bec off at the back of her school, make sure she gets into the building and park behind the DCS building. I begin to clean up my girl & her carseat all while making sure no one is trying to car jack me because here I am in a brand new vehicle with my back turned in a seemingly seedy area that I'm not familiar with. After what seemed like forever, we get back into the van and head towards home. We stop and pick up her "fire" and "key" and I realize that getting to the grocery store isn't going to happen this morning. In fact, I'll be lucky to get my hubby's phone to him and then make it back for David's pre-k bus.
When I finally get to the jobsite to drop off hubby's phone, I rolled down the window and said, "Here, don't have time to talk...." (I wasn't finished with my sentence) and instead of asking if everything was ok, hubby says instead, "I don't either." WOW. Next time pick up your own f-ing phone or better yet, take it out of your damn dirty pants and put it in your clean pants BEFORE leaving them on the floor of the basement because I certainly don't want to be carting our carsick girl all over creation just because you might miss a stupid f&^%$#g call.
So I hightailed it back home with 5 minutes to spare before Davey got off his bus - dragging. It's been a long week. Made longer by the fact that David has a cold and a runny nose. The kids have had lunch and I only can hope and pray that Em's doesn't come back up when we repeat the little car ride we've just had so we can pick Jerm & Bec up from school, hightail it home to drop off Bec & the little ones just so that I can drive like a maniac for Jerm's cardiologist consult this afternoon.
As a side note to all of these happenings this morning, my heart is deeply troubled for my minister & his family. He has been battling cancer for about 2 years now and I believe he is coming to the end of his path here on earth. He is a good man and I've enjoyed getting to know him and his family long before I ever checked out the church. They were the first to welcome us to town and immediately sought out to make us feel comfortable here. I keep wondering how they hold it together...how someone can make peace with the fact that they have to leave their children and/or spouse. I cannot imagine what either side is feeling. I want so desperately to help in some way, but I don't want to be intrusive either. My heart just hurts and while my beliefs tell me that P. will indeed see his family again and they will see him, it doesn't make it any easier to swallow.
Yeah, I'm already tired of today....
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