I was very much looking forward to some respite care for the girls today. I get one day per month and it’s about 7 hours in length. Last night I developed an optical migraine, which developed overnight into a headache just teetering on the edge of a full blown migraine. With that of course came the exhaustion, the moodiness and the lack of appetite. Blech. I’m thankful it didn’t turn into a migraine, with Glen gone I can’t take my migraine medication, and they on average last at least a day. The meds make me useless for two days.
I took the girls into care and made my way to the big farmers market to pick up some grass fed beef and pork. Boy do I miss being part of the market, can’t do that till Glen gets back. Not fair to the kids, and too expensive to pay a sitter for that time. Fought the urge to fall asleep at the wheel the whole way home and spent the rest of my free time laying down dozing on and off.
My migraines have been coming more and more often, I need to talk to the doctor about them. I’ve been putting it off for a long time now. As it is, I’m waiting to hear back about some blood work and a scan I had a few weeks ago for another health related issue that they pestered me about.
I hate to complain, I don’t like people making a fuss over me, I always downplay how I am, thinking that it’s nothing. I think thats why I have a blog. I can vent it out, and it’s out of my head, then I can move on and not burden anyone with it. Growing up, my mother was always the center of attention medically and emotionally. She’s been dying for as long as I’ve known her and soaking up every ounce of sympathy that people throw her way. If there was a disease in the news, she’d call me up claiming to have it. She’s a one-upper. If I ever had a mild complaint….she’d have the same ONLY TEN TIMES WORSE AND SHE WAS GOING TO DIEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! at any moment so better say goodbye now!!!!! Glen and I used to joke that if her womanly bits were still in residence she would have been knocked up right along with me, only with quintuplets that all needed emergency surgery and vital organ transplants.
I’m glad that I’m not in contact with her right now. As much as I need a mother in my life, her drama and her “needs” would likely drive me over the edge. I wouln’t be allowed to be sad for myself, I’d have to be sad for her never ending drama. I’m done with drama and people who thrive on it. As someone whose life was shaped by drama, I can say with confidence that I am much happier without it. I have started to minimize contact with people who thrive on it. They can go find their drama elsewhere, I don’t have patience for it and I won’t feed it anymore.
Because of growing up around this type of person, I tend to neglect my own health. My neighbor, who has been keeping a motherly eye on me since Glen left dropped by yesterday to ask if I had made the doctors appointment yet. I’ve been having a lot of what I’d call “weak” days and she’s really concerned about me. I think her next step will be standing over me while I dial. I admit though, that its nice to have someone calling and dropping by to check up on me, to make sure that I’m Ok while Glen is gone. I’ve never had that. Sure, Glens mom does that…but she’s Glens mom.
One thing I did discover about respite care is that without the noise and hustle bustle of the kids, I really feel his absence. This is getting really old. People really don’t have any idea how hard it is for a military wife/mother to go through this. Other military wives get it, maybe that’s why my neighbor is taking care of me like that, she was in the same boat many times. I think it would be easier getting a divorce, because at least then there is a finality to things. There is a change in the relationship, there is the possibility for a new relationship, growth, new experiences. The kids still get to see the other parent. Instead, I’m stuck in limbo. Hellish hellish limbo. Playing both mom and dad. Being strong for the girls, not letting them see my tears, my anxiety, my frustration. My heart breaking when I go into my eldests room to see her clutching a post card and crying over her dad. I can’t tell him these things, because it wouldn’t be fair to him, it would be too hard for him to hear. He’s having a hard time too. Despite being a big tough military guy, he is a dad who loves his children, loves his family. I have to be strong for him too.
I have the stirrings of a migraine, not good. I’ve been getting migraines more often lately which I’m pretty sure are stress related.
Been unsuccessfully trying to clean the house lately. Between the cold and not being able to breathe and now this lingering migraine, it’s not looking good. I’m hoping to get rid of it this afternoon because I’d like to go into town early to do some shopping before meeting the inlaws plane. I won’t brave the malls with kids that will be hovering on the edge of insanity due to excitement with a pounding head.
The in-laws made it safely to Edmonton yesterday and by now they are on a plane winging their way here! It was my FIL’s birthday and we called to wish him a happy one last night. I’ll be making his favorite chocolate cake tomorrow and have a big ham in the fridge defrosting to make this weekend. He’d prefer turkey, but I had a ham in the freezer and Turkeys are expensive. He’ll be happy that there will be lots of meaty leftovers, and my MIL can make her famous Ham & Bean soup for him.
I also splurged and bought them all their favorite foods to make life a little easier on them. Peanuts, ice cream, ice cream toppings, peanut butter made with sugar and oils and shit (he doesn’t like my peanut butter, which just contains mushed peanuts), bologna, extra milk because they drink a ton, lots of soup, kraft dinner and alphaghetti. Anything I can do to make their life easier while they’re here is a good thing.
My FIL, ever the grandpa believes that all kids should have ice cream for desert. One time when they were here and Glen and I took off for some alone time, the FIL gave the girls ice cream every night after dinner. It took me a long time to break them of the habit of desert every day. So, I asked very nicely the next time to please not give the girls ice cream every day after supper. He most definitely listened to me. Instead he gave it to them after lunch. That man has a wicked sense of humor. The next time (this last fall) I said that I wasn’t even going to buy ice cream! HA HA!!! Take that MR ICE CREAM MAN!!!
Yeah, I think they went shopping the moment we were out of view of the house.
THIS TIME?
I bought the damn ice cream for them. I’m not saying squat. Spoil at will grandparents…. I’ll deal with the fall out later.
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Onto a different topic, what is it about kids bathrooms that makes them smell like pee a day after I clean it? I know my kids aren’t the best for flushing, and I don’t think that they’re missing the large hole where their butts go, but I’m starting to wonder if the seal is leaking below the toilet? The thing is that the smell goes away when I clean the bathroom. I even throw the mats in the wash a few times a week, and yet, still stinky. Ideas?
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Six days and counting till I get to see Glen! YAY!
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I sent Glen an e-mail over some concerns that I had with the support that has been severely lacking at the local MFRC, he passed it along to his Major. Apparently, the e-mail I sent went all the way up the food chain, and back down to the MFRC. I got a call directly from them. I poked the hornets nest. I have a few issues with this. To begin with, it should have remained anonymous. All of the phone calls I received were basically defending the MFRC, boiling it down to budget cuts, misunderstandings and even implying that I should have called them first before expressing concern to my own husband. Um. No. So, I frankly gave them my concerns again on the phone.
It’s not like there is ONE issue, it was multiple issues. Frankly I was concerned more so for other young women at home with kids feeling lost or abandoned by the system. I wasn’t getting warm line calls (to ensure everything was OK and to let me know of happenings), I wasn’t getting their newsletters, their respite care has been cut in half (due to high demand and staff issues), casual child care is also having employee issues, so all of this has impacted me one way or another. If this has been happening to me, what is going on with young moms/wives with no experince as military furniture?
Apparently they canceled a special night out featuring manicures and chair massages (along with free childcare). I told the woman I would have been all over that in a heartbeat, and am ALWAYS looking for their events in the paper, cause REALLY who couldn’t use that?? The event was canceled due to lack of interest. I told her it sure as hell wasn’t because of lack of interest, but lack of communicating that event.
Another general irritation is that they offer these free movie passes, which are awesome. Except that they are only for Wednesday nights at 8pm showings. My kids go to bed at 7:30 and they only play kids movies on the weekends. When they called, they informed me that they did indeed have some respite dates on Wednesdays from 5-9pm, so I could use their free child care to go see a movie!
Um, does no one think these things through? So, I can enjoy the first 45 minutes of the actual movie before I have to go pick up my kids, who are now overtired and are all bouncy and won’t settle down to go to bed so they can go to school the next day?
This cold is trying to take over, I’ve been battling it off with Oil of Oregano, and while the cold isn’t as bad as it could be, it’s causing me issues. It’s settled into my chest so I’m having a hard time breathing. The surgery I had in ‘05 collapsed a lung, so now it’s prone to problems because of the scar tissue. Most of the day yesterday I was light headed and weak. Standing for any period of time was an issue, and I desperately needed to bring in wood. I had planned on bringing some in yesterday, but it wasn’t happening.
I called our sponsor, who happens to be a friend of Glens, and I am so thankful that he is very easy going helpful. I asked him to bring in enough wood to last a few days. Glens dad will be here tomorrow and he isn’t happy unless he’s complaining about all the work he has to do, so I didn’t need much. He didn’t listen to me and packed it full. I feel so fortunate for people like him. He gave me shit for feeling like I needed a reason to call for help. He assured me that I could call at anytime for help, and he thought that women married to military men must be genetically different to be able to handle everything that they need to do.
I hate asking for help. Ever. It’s incredibly hard for me to do, and I always feel vulnerable when I do. When I ask something of someone, I feel like I’m putting myself out there to be judged and the fear of being rejected is very real. I don’t deal well with those kinds of situations at all.
That leads me to the meat of the post. I had horrible nightmares last night about Glen. I revisited the “rejection” theme again and again last night in la-la land and it was horrible. One of the worst things that someone can do to me is to go from being loving and accepting, to hateful, mean and rejecting. My mother did that all the time. I could quite literally bounce through the door all happy, see happiness on her face………only to have her say something horribly mean to me. Her favorite trick was to start out pleasant…..telling me how much she loved me or other such nonsense, only to then switch to detailing all my faults and wishing me dead. There is a damn good reason why she isn’t in my life anymore, I learned to stop letting people do that to me.
But my subconscious? I sometimes revert to that scared little girl that believed everything her mommy said. Is it ever apparent in dream land. I woke up really pissed off at Glen. He was in the shoes of my mother, betraying me verbally and even physically (cheating, the ultimate form of rejection). I was heartbroken and my life was falling apart in the dream. Thankfully I woke up, and calmed down slightly.
It was so emotional, it was so real, the emotions were raw and nasty and painful. I woke up pissed at him. He has done nothing wrong, but I’m still hurt. He’s been my rock for the last 21 years, has never betrayed me, has never broken my heart, has never rejected me, yet my subconscious was revealing that primal fear to me last night in my dream. It was only a dream.
I think it’s a good reminder to me, to be thankful to have rocks like him in my life. To remember that when it comes to people close to me, look at their actions more than their words because they tell the real tale. Everyone else, can stay beyond the wall.
My eldest kid recently participated in her first Science project. She didn’t win, and was rather upset about it.
I explained of course that she cannot win them all, and what she needs to do, is take a look at what others have done, compared to hers and determine what she could do better next time.
We went to a viewing to see the winners.
I wasn’t sure we were in the proper building, then I thought there was some mistake, and her project had been placed with the grade 5 projects instead of the grade 1’s.
I was SHOCKED to see the level sophistication that these grade 1 (ONE!) projects had. I started reading them and started to get suspicious right away. The language. There is no way that a grade one kid wrote over half of what I saw. I saw very well designed, very well put together presentations. Double matted pictures, colored graphs, charts and really complex questions and answers.There was even a power point presentation. Seriously. POWER FUCKING POINT.
Show me a grade one kid that could design and set up a damn power point presentation.
To say that Morgans looked juvenile sitting amongst these shining stars would be an understatement. Oh sure, there were a few other projects that looked pretty much like Morgans, none of them won either.
These events, they are NOT judged by teachers, they are people from the community, I’m guessing either they never had kids, don’t have kids yet or their kids are in university and have completely FORGOTTEN what its like to have a grade one kid.
Morgan made a volcano. Original I know, but it was all about the volcanic eruption for her. After she created her volcano, I told her that she had to also teach people something about volcanos. So, I asked her what are the most important things to know about volcanos? We came up with, “What is a Volcano?” “Where are Volcanos found?” “Why do Volcanos erupt?” “What is Lava?” and I can’t remember the last one.
We researched it, found the answers and then I asked her those questions again and wrote down her answers verbatim.
She copied it onto white paper, cut them out and taped them haphazardly to construction paper.
Surprisingly, it looked like a grade 1 kid did it.
I’m proud of her though, and told her as much. I didn’t tell her what I firmly beleive about those other projects, because there is no point. I simply told her that there were some really neat ideas, and maybe she should think about the cool question she can ask and answer next year.
Developing a strong work ethic starts early. Those parents are teaching their kids nothing by doing the work for them.
Yeah, my kid will get the last laugh when she makes it through university without mommy and daddy doing her work for her.
I woke up at 3am with a throat on fire. I checked my glands to see if I was maybe snoring, and they were swollen like walnuts. Lovely.
I’ve been taking oil of oregano every 4 or 5 hours or so, and so far it seems to be kicking its butt. But, that also leaves me very lethargic today. The whole battling evil cold germs thing I guess.
I still have lots of time before I leave, I’m down to 10 days. Glen apparently is starting to have a hard time sleeping. Not me dude, chasing after kids and keeping a house is hard work.
My MIL keeps calling. I think she’s been concerned about me more than anything right now, and I am so grateful to have her in my life. At one point, I used to rant about how intrusive in our lives they were, I wasn’t used to it. While, they can be a little over involved at times, I’m seeing things with a different set of eyes now and feel a little guilty for how I would bitch about them.
If we were living in Alberta right now, I would have all the support I could ever get while Glen is gone. I wouldn’t have to deal with the support networks that the military put in place falling apart. The local MFRC has tanked on promises more than once, has canceled respite and their casual childcare services seem to be defunct. I really don’t need this right now. I swear that because the majority of the military is FROM here, most of my friends who have deployed spouses, also have family that live within a few hours. I know, the grass is greener syndrome. If we were there, I’d want to leave.
Truthfully, I’ve been really spoiled with this deployment, we spent Christmas in Alberta, my MIL and SIL flew here to take care of the girls so I could take the business to the Trade Show and now they will be arriving again in 4 days for 3 weeks to take care of the girls while I meet Glen in the UK. It cleaned out my air mile account, but it’s totally worth it.
I’m not sure what I will do when we get back, they leave and I’m on my own again till he gets home. Twelve weeks. That’s a long stretch. I did 6 weeks last year, and it was hard. I didn’t loose my mind, we had some fun, they survived and I have hope that the 12 weeks will go quickly.
In that time is Morgans 7th birthday. She wants a big party. Of course she does! Last year she wanted a family day in the city. We rented a hotel, saw kids movies and played mini golf. I could do that again! I don’t think that will fly though. She wants to go to the local indoor playground, invite 22 of her closest friends and have pizza and DQ cake with a spider man on it. I will likely ask a friend to help me. The food is the hardest, as well as ensuring that we keep track of all the kids and not let them kill each other or themselves.
It LOOKS like we may have escaped the tour being extended, they seem to have made alternative arrangements that make everyone happy. Apparently they are currently scrambling to get the flight arrangements made and approved for their flight home. Maybe to make it more difficult to change them later? We may be seeing him about June 12. Just in time for Fathers Day. Of course. Last mothers day I was on my own too. 2011 is gonna be a hella year for Glen, two valentines AND two mothers day for him to make up for.
Life is good. Contrary to my complaining (I’m trying to complain here, and not to Glen – he doesn’t need more stress), the girls are healthy and happy, I am coping pretty well, with only a few visits to Captain Morgan to take the edge off and frankly I’m proud of myself for suriving without him. I worried for a long time that I had some co-dependency issues and that I would slip into a depression, or not be able to cope effectively.
I say that now, ask me tomorrow and it may be a different story.
I’ve been keeping myself busy working on wholesale orders, getting the soap curing so when I get back I can get to work on them.
I keep wondering if renting and driving a car from the UK is a wise idea. Rentals in France are much more expensive, plus the additional cost of getting around in the UK before we cross the channel would really add up and makes the cheapskate in me cringe. But I’m kinda twitchy about driving a right hand drive car on the wrong side of the road. Not that “I” will be driving the damn thing. Glen has all the driver training and he’s never been in an accident, so it will be on him if he gets us killed.
People do it all the time, and I’m hoping that as long as Glen and I are just super aware of the fact that he has to stay on the LEFT and remember that the rest of the car is also on his left so he doesn’t try to land us in the rhubarb by trying to center the car automatically. I think we’ll be OK. We’re not heading into London, so that worry isn’t there, and we are planning on sticking to the lesser used roads in the UK to avoid the crazy drivers as I’ve been warned already by a friendly Fishmonger who settled here about 10 years ago.
The fishmonger and Morgan share their name! She loves to tell him that every time she sees him, and he gives a grandpa like chuckle and says that she has the best name ever.
Speaking of Morgan, she has taken to calling herself Morganna. She keeps asking the origin of her name, so I fill her in for the 800th time. I told her that we will be taking a trip through Glastonbury which some beleive is linked to the Arthurian Legend. I’m eager to find out more and if I can find some little trinket or story about Morgan Le Fey for her, all the better.
We went to see the Princess and The Frog today, the kids loved it. I tried to nap through it but it was too loud. I have to stop staying up so late watching awesome late night-no-kids-allowed TV.
If it appears that lately I’ve been bubbling over with words, its because I’m feeling fantastic.
Better than I have in years. MANY MANY years.
Over the Christmas break I began to do a lot of research on sugar and it’s effects on the body.
I read something that made me go hmmmm.
When your body is processing the food we eat, it breaks it down into little chains of thingys and molecules and other strange sounding things. I don’t begin to be able to explain it properly, but what I got from the article was the idea that your body breaks everything down into its essential elements of the food you are eating.
We have not evolved over the last several thousand years to eat a lot of grains, sugars and processed foods. Until the 20th century, the average amount of sugar a person would eat over the year was a pound. Now, the figure per person is closer to 150lbs. Crazy isn’t it.
One would have to be blind to not see the rising rates of obesity. To be bombarded by advertising encouraging people to loose weight, and their miracle cure. I wanted to research it. I began reading tons of books, watching lectures and following the research.
The biggest “aha” moment came for me when I watched Sugar: The Bitter Truth. It’s a lecture given by Robert H. Lustig, MD, UCSF Professor of Pediatrics in the Division of Endocrinology.
Dr. Lustig does a fantastic job of explaining the scientific process of how sugar and HFCS is processed in the body and why it is so destructive. To be frank, your body considers it a toxin. Anyone who is still in the dark about exactly how carbohydrates in general (sugar and HFCS specifically) botches-up the blood chemistry and ramps-up the body’s fat storage mechanisms, needs to watch this.
What hit home for me, is the idea that your body does break down all foods into their simplest form. Namely sugars. Now, some foods have more easily accessible sugars than others, proteins, while also broken down into sugars require fat to break them down further. Easily accesible sugars, mainly carbs are easy to digest into glucose (sugar) to use as fuel. So even that serving of whole grain toast, or brown rice….however many carbs are in that serving…your body doesn’t know the difference between a few teaspoons of sugar or its equivilant in carbs.
There are 12 carbs in a tablespoon of sugar. There are 22 carbs in a 1/2 cup of brown rice. Your body only sees the rice as about 2 tablespoons of sugar. Your body reacts with an insulin spike, which means no fat burning for a while.
All of this started to make sense.
Even when I ate healthy, my carbohydrate load was likely too high for me to effectively loose weight.
From the research I’ve done, I concluded that sugar was a bad thing for me. People in general, but I think that certain people can handle it better than others.
For me, too much and I go on a sweets binge. MY body is lazy in that it looks for quick and easy access to sugars.
Now, beyond that new leap in understanding, I also watched another video/lecture by Dr. Randy Blaylock on sugar and neurodevelopment. I was bombarded by information on how sugar affects behavior. Causes depression, acting out, addiction behaviors and a whole host of other things that I won’t go into here.
When we got back from Edmonton, the first thing I did was cut out Emily’s apple juice. Once we got over that hump of addiction (holy crap, detox!), she’s a very different kid. I really notice behavior changes when she gets too much sugar now- a few bites of a cupcake can send her into a tizzy.
I then, bravely cut out all sugar and caffine about mid January out of my own diet.
Oh the migraine. It was hell. I craaaaved sugar.
After that hump I did ok, I didn’t have as much energy as I was expecting, but I was OK.
Then came the Halifax trade show, and I ended up slipping into bad habits, and a big depression due to “healthy” food not being available to me. I really noticed how my moods were directly related to the types of food I was eating. I was much more sensitive to sugar all of a sudden. I noticed that when I had a little sugar, I had big cravings for more. I noticed that if I had too many carbs, my mood dropped, my energy plummeted, I had bad dreams and I was….bitchy, filled with anxiety and even shakey. Hence the late night “woe is me” post on the last day of the show.
Since doing another round of cutting out the sugar (over the weekend) I feel like a different person. I notice myself smiling more. For no reason! I’m happier, I’m more patient, I have much more energy than ever before and of course there is the bonus of the pounds coming off the scale.
Once I get back from France/UK I will have to get back into running again, or at least doing weights to speed the weight loss along.
I’m eating as we were made too. Fresh foods, non processed, no sugar except for naturally occurring ones.
I’ve written a lot on here about my mother, mostly in the lost data base.
We haven’t spoken in over three years, it was her decision. I guess she didn’t want to communicate through the written word anymore, and I stood my ground when she decided to push my boundaries by calling me. So, contact was lost.
Her loss really.
I was recently catching up with my aunt, who mentioned that my grandmother had begin to miss her daughter, as my mother had also decided to cut off contact with her sisters and mother around the same time. Last year she decided to call and suggest that they drive up to where my mother is now living for a visit. All was well on the phone, she was receptive, she was looking forward to it, it seems like there would be some healing from all of this.
Then, a week later they received a letter from my mother. There were accusations about my aunt sleeping with my mothers ex-husband, that on their last visit her private letters and pictures were stolen, that there was some “sabotaging” going on….of what my aunt didn’t go into, things being broken into etc. She rambled on with her acusations, her version of reality was quite different from theirs and they were both left hurt, shocked and out in left field.
She ended the letter with an invite to stay at the local hotel, and she may even invite them over for supper one night.
I said (and I quote) “Welcome to my world”. I explained to my aunt that behavior like this from her was an every day, even every hour occurence. I hate you….don’t leave me…worship me….I love you….you’re a bitch and I wish you were dead…..you can’t even try to kill yourself right…nobody wants you….only I could love a horrible person like you”. I could hear all that within the day.
No wonder I was so fucked up as a kid. Who am I kidding, it’s only within the last 6 years that I’ve put up boundaries for my children sake. Parents protect their children, my kids will not learn to walk on eggshells around the very people that they should receive unconditional love and acceptance from.
Needless to day, they decided not to go visit.
She apparently called them about a week later apologizing for her letter and saying that she wanted them to come up, sweet as pie.
They declined.
This is really typical Borderline Personality behavior. The “I hate you…..don’t leave me” senario. It causes confusion and hurt with those people that are close to them. Enmeshment can occur, with people close to BPD’s, their children, siblings, spouses, parents, to the point where they cannot see that they are victims of such verbal and emotional abuse. Their self worth is gone and is tied up into the emotional roller coaster of the other persons life.
It’s come full circle now. I’m no longer her victim, so she is trying to “hoover” my grandmother and aunt back into her life, only to abuse them and push them away again at some point….. and then try to suck them back in.
Again, anyone stumbling across this blog, I write about living with the BPD parent in more detail somewhere else.
If you want the link, comment here and I’ll send it, or e-mail me directly.
As I suspected, it snowed. Of course, that’s what the weather network said it was going to do. I was doubting it, as I went to bed at midnight (reading a great book!) and there was no snow, nothing but stars in the sky. As my alarm went off at 7am, I took a personal account. My head was pounding. That meant barometric shift, which means it went from beautiful clear skies to wet heavy cloudy skies. Which meant that there was likely snow on the ground. I peeked out the window, and sure enough tons of snow and more coming.
Today has been a day of making soap, talking to friends on the phone and online, talking to the husband, talking to the kids, I think my jaw is going to fall off.
I’ve been experimenting with this new technology shit, I got an Ipod Touch for Christmas and have been playing with all the features. I cannot beleive how many applications there are for this thing! Now, someone create an app to bring world peace and we’ll be all set.
I’ve found pretty much everything you can imagine. But I’ve been stuck on an idea lately and of course can’t find an application for it.
See, I’ve got this excel spreadsheet that has all our trip information on it. I’ve been adding hotel suggestions, sights that we want to see and other important information. It would be handy to be able to access the information easily, and the perfect tool would be the Touch. I mean, we’ll have Glens laptop to keep in touch with family in case they need us for any reason and to let them know we’re ok (Glens parents will want a play by play to ensure we’re safe), but it wouldn’t be something that we access from the car as we’re hunting for a hotel/B&B etc. From what I gather it’s as simple as sending the document to my touch, and voila! It will open and I can view it. Talk about simple!
We made cupcakes today, chocolate ones. I’m such a becky homemaker, they were from Dr.Osters “add milk, shake and pour”. Yeah, I bought some, goes against everything I stand for, but it was nice to have it on hand for a snow day!
Two weeks from today, at this time I will be in an Airport in Boston waiting to board my plane to England. It will be interesting for sure, he lands in Gatwick, I land at Heathrow at the same time, and to say it will be “fun” finding one another is a wild understatement.
FSM help me tomorrow better not be a snow day. 5 days. Stranded at home? With two stir crazy children? I may not survive with out a great deal of scotch. Makes me wish I had some of that yummy local fruit wine, great punch….hooey!
Holy crap! The snow is coming. Apparently 40 cms by Thursday evening. I’m all stocked up on wood in the basement, I have at least a weeks worth down there, not that I’ll need THAT much, and there is lots of gas in the blower, plus I have a jerry can half full of gas.
I’m expecting a snow day for school over the next few days, Friday is a PD day anyway, so it looks like Morgan may get a 5 day weekend! If I believed in god, I think I’d be praying.
On the bright side, we have some birthday projects to work on, some cupcakes to make and a house to clean in preparation for the invasion of the inlaws. So at least we’ll have lots of time, and I’ll have lots of slave labor!
I’m getting excited about their coming. For one, it means that I’ll be soon leaving for Europe, and two, they take the pressure off me when they’re here with the girls.
Huh. Emily just handed me a movie to watch. I guess I’d better take the child lock off that cabinet, she just opened it, then locked it up again.
When things like a bad storm are ready to strike, I always worry about a really bad one that leaves us stranded for a week, and try to crush the urge to go buy toilet paper and milk.
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