My Babies Aren't Babies Anymore

Geez...I've been so emotional lately!  Really struggling with depression these last few weeks because of all my medical crap.  And today in church I was almost in tears watching all the little kids process to bring flowers to the Blessed Mother (it's a Catholic thing).  The year my daughter made communion, she was asked to crown the BM, and that's all I could think of today in church!  Maybe I was just missing her because she's been gone this weekend for a tournament, but I think it has more to do with the fact that my babies aren't babies anymore.  DD is a teenager (just barely at 13, but definitely if you're judging on attitude!) and going into high school in just a few short months.  And DS, who is my baby of babies, is going into middle school next year.  I'm having a real hard time with them growing up.  And with both of them moving up in schools at the same time...seems like too much for this mama to handle. 

Is this normal?  What am I going to do when they start leaving for college?  I'm already an emotional wreck!  Somebody please tell me this will get better.  They're only 13 and 10 for goodness sakes! 

My girl, crowning the Blessed Mother

If Only I Would Have Just Stayed In Bed

Hindsight is truly 20/20, yes?  Going out yesterday proved to be a terrible decision.  I only went to acupuncture in the morning because I thought that it would help me kick this cold a bit, and help with all the terrible neck pain I've been having over the past few weeks (yes, it's bad...again.)  And when I realized that I had to go out last night for a meeting...well, I should have just asked my husband to go.  I hesitated to ask because he had to run softball practice from 5-6pm last night...two towns over.  He barely got my daughter back in time to go with me to the meeting.  Anyway, I should have just asked him but I went anyway.

If only I would have just stayed in bed all day then maybe I wouldn't feel worse today than I did yesterday!  

Thankfully I found some leftover soup in the refrigerator that the hubby made over the weekend.  Three minutes in the microwave and I had hot, delicious soup.  I ate it so quickly...like a flippin animal.  If I'm going to be sick, I could at least lose my appetite and lose a few pounds.  Jeez illness...get with the program!

I was also craving some hot tea and scones.  Why scones?  How in the world do I know?  Instead I found some Angry Birds fun size graham cracker packs in the pantry.  These were obviously bought by the hubs for the kids' lunches.  So I stole a pack and had it with my tea.  Worked as a fantastic substitute :)  Sorry kiddos!

Friends, say a little prayer that I kick this soon. My daughter had it for over a week!  Honestly, I don't think my poor husband can take anymore of my complaining.

A Cruddy, Rainy Wednesday

Today was a cold, rainy day outside...one of those days that makes you want to crawl into bed as soon as you get out of it.  I've been suffering from a cold for five days now and would have gladly stayed in bed this morning except I had an acupuncture appointment today and thought it may actually help me finally kick this cold.  I haven't slept since last Friday.  My neck has also been bothering me since dinnertime last night...I'm guessing that's when the pressure and stuff started changing for the rain that we experienced today.  Can I just get a little sunshine and some even temperatures already?  My body seriously needs it.  All these ups and downs are killing me.

On top of all of this, I have to go to a Confirmation meeting tonight at the church.  Not looking forward to that.  I totally forgot all about this until this afternoon.  I was really hoping to be back in bed, in my cozy pajamas by 7pm...not at an hour long meeting where I have to feel guilty about how far behind my daughter is because I decided to home school her this year.  Probably not the best decision since I knew I was going to be having surgery again.  To be fair, my church has been really good about giving us the extra time to make up the work...I just still feel bad about it.  Good ole Catholic guilt!

Today is a day that I really, really need to drop a few f-bombs!  Where's my swear jar?

Ignorance Is Bliss

Yesterday I realized that I could walk around the house without my cane...still having the boot on, of course.  This is fantastic because now I have use of both my hands and I can get around quicker without the cane.  

But there is always a flip side.  

This new found freedom has led to some household discoveries...and none of them were good.

1. My kitchen is definitely not as clean as I'd like to believe. 

   
   
   There was enough food encrusted on the front of my kitchen cabinets for a toddler to snack on.  And I don't even want to think about what is underneath my stove.  Oh, and I have a small pantry in my kitchen...but it's big enough to stand inside of and shut the door.  My pantry, at the moment, has so much crap just randomly shoved in there that I'm lucky I can even close the door.  But, amazingly, there is still nothing to eat.
   
   

2. Anything requiring any sort of electrical power in the basement...was on. 

   
   
   Lights, tv, gaming systems, younameit.  Plus, it looks like the kids were hosting a book club down there with all my folding chairs out.  I think I counted 6 folding chairs.  This is in addition to the couch and wing-back chair that are down there.  And the floor!  Whatever happened to kids sitting on the floor???  There are board games out on the table, sleeping bags and pillows on the floor, and random crap all over the place.  I shut everything off and got the hell out of there as quickly as I could hobble. 
   
   

3. The ant problem that has emerged in the past couple of months has got to stop or I'm moving. 

   
   
   This happened after my last surgery too.  A couple of months go by where I'm not cleaning the kitchens and bathrooms on a consistent basis, and the little buggers (pun intended!) show up.  I took bleach to almost every surface in my bathroom, then sprayed with hardcore bug spray.  I think I lost a layer of skin on my hand (gloves are for the weak), and both of my feet are killing me, but I, hopefully, have gotten rid of the little bastards...in my bathroom at least.

I am now sitting on my recliner, with my feet up, trying not to look at anything else in the house.  Remind me again why I stopped taking all those good drugs?  I want my bubble world back.  There is something to be said about being confined to one room when you live with animals!

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On the bright side, my thigh muscles are a bit sore from PT yesterday...which makes me subconsciously feel thinner :)

Rant Over.

Anyone else feel the need to rant?  Feel free to rant away in the comments below!