Hijacked!
I know I’ve got nothing on you :-p but here’s my shit…
Friday, I tended the gaping hole that is my heart. This is apparently the “in” thing for the end of my period. Whatever the hell it is, I’m thinking Wellbutrin, needs to take a leap.
I sat on the couch and watched Oprah, then I put my kids in front of the television and slinked to my room for a nap. I desperately wanted Straight From New York but had to keep my pocketbook in check… Hell, this is going to be a long one! I’m moving it over to my blog…
Sorry Chey, I knew I’d be long-winded one way or another so I figured I might as well get the mileage of a blog entry out of it. LOL!
I could no longer ignore the guilt of letting my childrens’ brains become mush so I woke myself up, dressed us, and took us out for dinner at the buffet. We had an ok time. My daughter ate little, I didn’t do too bad and I think it was mostly stress free. I can barely stretch back in the recesses of my mind. For the life of me I have no idea what we did when we arrived home. I’m thinking bed because we had to stop at Hellmart for a birthday gift.
Saturday we woke up. I may have engaged in some cleaning. I can’t be certain. I do know that at some point I did declutter my “bill corner” on my kitchen counter. Hell, I’m not sure why I am even bothering to write this now.
My weekend consisted of a trip to Albany for my niece’s recital. Back to Salem, sat around uncomfortably at an 8 year old’s birthday party. I didn’t know him or his family so I felt I must stay and hover. It was a bit awkward with Zoe in tow as well. Left party and spent a few hours at my grandparents. I tried to stay engaged for my son’s sake. My sisters had left for shopping and I had no company until my grandmother awoke. Eventually after killing several hours visiting with family we went to dinner with family. My children were hellions and I was stuck in a corner. I hate going out in public and feeling the need to apologize to everyone else in the restaurant. But hey, dinner was free 
Went home, watched Rugrats Go Wild and put us all to bed at 9.
Got up yesterday morning at 4:30, 6:30, 7 and finally 8:30. I had some quiet time on the couch before my kids woke up.
We ate cereal for breakfast together, as we had Saturday morning. I did some tidying, if I didn’t do it Saturday. I wrote out a shopping list and enjoyed a thoroughly too rare conversation with my best friend. We dressed ourselves and headed out for grocery shopping. My kids did very well indeed! I however, was a horrible mom and forgot to feed them a snack beforehand and ended up with a sad, depressed little princess. We ran home, deposited cold foods and grabbed a quick bite. We headed back to my grandparents for round 2 of family time. After eating we left the boy and Little Miss and I headed to another store. I picked up the last few items on my list, a couple things I hadn’t planned for and forgot something I needed. The highlight of my weekend was running into my Spanish professor/friend. I haven’t seen him in some time. I adore him, to put it lightly.
Quick stop at auto supply store, wrangled daredevil princess and headed back to grandparents. My sister, cousin, nephew, son, niece and I played the world edition of Monopoly. Which is wrong by the way! Debit cards? I don’t like it.After a visit with family we headed home around 6:30. My sister M came with us. I started the 1st load of laundry of the weekend. M kept me entertained/accompanied/and lent a hand in the making of my first batch ever of homemade soup. Now that I’ve made soup, a pureed soup actually, I don’t know why I was so imtimidated. This could be a nice new chapter in my life.
At the late-ish hour of 10om I rounded up my kids (more tv vegging), threw a 2nd load in the washer and drove my sister home to Albany. We stopped for gas and for storage containers and I made it home shortly after 11 with 2 sleeping kids. After I deposited the kids in their beds I set about making the vegan goldfish. I was determined to accomplish as much as I could last night because I had spent so much of the day not doing what I had wanted.
Round 1 - Goes to the crackers! Their oponent uses the wrong measuring spoon to add baking soda
Round 2 - Goes to the crackers! Sabotaged by flood! Better known as “Did I measure something wrong because why else is this like soup instead of dough?”
Round 3 - I am triumphant! It was a little dicey there for a bit. The hour was late, the parchment paper nonexistent, or so I thought, but I persevered. I think maybe the gods/ddesses were trying to tell me something but I refused to listen.
I settled into the couch around 2:10am. I was already hooked on a “mystery” edition of Dateline so I stayed until the end. I packaged the crackers and climbed into bed at 3:15am.
I awoke slowly this morning around 7:30, so very thankful I have such a flexible schedule. I worried a little about getting through the day (my stomach and I have a hard time getting along when I don’t get enough sleep). It has been a very pleasant Monday. I’m working at a slow pace but I’m engaged, awake, and about to call it a day. I’m managed to avoid caffeine, nicotine and much sugar. I think I may need one or more of those to make it through the rest of the evening but I’m cool with that.
I’m a little stressed about the state of my kitchen, or my house in general but I know that time spent among family, downtime, food for my house, soulfood for those I care about, and a sense of community will get me through until I get my Moxie back. And sometime soon, Moxie in my blood will get me through until I’ve got more energy for all the rest.
