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Wednesday, November 23, 2005

Aah, Thanksgiving. The holiday where you sit around with family, eating way too much. Some watch football, others play games. A few shop. I have the day planned out for me and my kids. Nothing. That's right. Nothing. No cleaning, no cooking, no parenting. Nothing. Cereal for breakfast? Sure. We have pop-tarts too if you want. Anyone care for popcorn for lunch? I was thinking peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for dinner, but that's too much like work, so I'm going to run to the store and get crackers so we can just scoop the peanut butter out of the jar. Got a bunch of movies and books from the library. Paper and crayons to color. We are set. That's what I'm thankful for: a day with the people I love the most with no stress and no worries. Happy Thanksgiving to you.

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

I can remember as a kid wanting to be as far away from parental figures as poosible. I would much rather play outside, go to a friends house, whatever. So how did I end up with alien kids? They are always up.my.butt. It's like the old saying goes when I fart they can tell me what flavor it is. They would pick going to the library with me over going outside to play with their friends. If I'm in another room too long they come looking for me. I have to lock the bathroom door to handle my business in semi-peace. Of course when I open the door they're sitting there in the hall playing with their toys. "What took so long, mommy?" Dang, kid, back up off me! If only they weren't so darn cute, I swear I'd donate them to the Salvation Army. They take kids don't they?

Friday, November 18, 2005

Time Magazine named Bob Taft from Ohio one of the worst governors in the country. Well, duh!
My husband and I are still separated. In fact we haven't so much as spoken to each other in over a month and I can honestly say it has been the best thing for me. I still haven't made any decisions, but not talking to him as allowed me to work out issues and feelings without being confused my the sound of his voice. I think I will contact him soon though because we really do have to talk and work things out, not to mention we are due to have a baby in a month or so.
My sister is ok. She returned to work this week and so far so good. She has prescriptions for about 4 different medicines, including Oxycontin and Percocet. I tease her that she's like a hypocondriact, except her illnesses turn out to be true. She sniffs and says she's coming down with pnumonia. "Whatever Marshmellow Head, it's just a cold." 2 days later, I get a call that My Marshmellow Head is in the hospital with pnumonia. She felt a lump in her breast and the doctor tells her she's too young to worry about it. She gets it checked out and it's breast cancer. She gets a migrane and jokes about having a tumor. I'm still convinced with all of her health problems, I will die before her. The worrying alone will kill me!
My mood is improving. Sort of . I just decided to go with the flow. I was angry and bitter, but tried to cover and suppress those feelings for the sake of the kids, but that wasn't working, so I just let it out. I don't bad mouth my husband in front of them, but I'm not trying to hide my anger anymore. Once I gave myself permission to feel what I was feeling (that sounds so life-coachy, doesn't it?), it became much easier to let it go and move on. So I have stepped off that "Emotional Rollercoaster." (Don't Vivian Green sing like a girl you can just chill with?) It's much easier to appreciate things and handle my business now.

Thursday, November 03, 2005

When it rains it pours. My sister called me this morning and told me that they found a tumor behind her eyes. She goes to see a couple of different specialists today to see what they want to do about it. After everything with my husband and my neighbor, now this, it's no wonder I've been a royal b*tch.