This will be brief, this will be brief… I swear: This will be that brief Middle post I aspire to.
Slip sliding Away, that’s me (listen to the those words, or read them here). I know a woman! Life sucks buckets right now. Sucks. Buckets. There I said it. No grace here, no sunny outlook, and no weepy, deep commentary. It just sucks buckets of doo-doo. And some of it sucks in such stupid, normal, little ways that I just have to laugh. Mind you, I am beginning to look like the kind of person that not only laughs to herself, but talks to herself as well. I did in fact catch myself this morning, having a sarcastic, terribly snarky conversation with myself (or my dog?) about spilt milk and tears. I wouldn’t have cried about the milk, if my stupid coffee maker hadn’t malfunctioned half way through making my latte… AND, when I opened the machine, the grounds were not in fact full. Hello? Machine, stop messing with me! I have three teens doing that and I don’t need you adding to the fun. That grounds bin is NOT full! –>
This all came after one teen called to say that he’d confused the “block days” and had all the wrong books. Could I “Pleeeease bring (his) books to (him) right away?” I’ve done WAY too much driving of teens this week. Denmark has had a concert, sleep over or something nearly every day and many are thirty minutes to an hour… hello? That can only mean sitting in the car waiting. In her defense she’s managed to get a few rides one way, but man… Stop Chorus, stop! So, I told Little Man, that I would jump right in the car, but would be in my pajamas, fuzzy slippers and he’d better be waiting in front of the school. This is the second time in one week that I have run to the school in my PJs. I actually got out and pumped gas a few days ago in them. Thank G it’s still dark at 7:15 AM… but if you see someone who looks like me in those Walmart photo montages, you’ll know I’ve slipped all the way down. (Hey, my feet were warm! Yes officer, I do go out like this… and your point?—>)
<– LOVE my new rug… perfect with the wall color. (See Off the Wheel).
Yesterday I broke a molar and had to have my first crown, which involved much more drilling and work than it would have, had I dealt with this when the tooth started hurting, um… years ago. When the dentist said “This is going to be a bit intense,” well, hello? Add it to the list my friend. At least there were drugs for this intense. The rest of the week has been pretty comparable to the dental work. But laugh I have. And get some things done too. I laid down our new carpet, that I love! I put lights on that 10.5′ tree, all on my own. I climbed on the roof and put lights there too. I edited 300 pages of the manuscript, back from the Editor. I drove those kids, I went to my husband’s office party to represent the husband who is still in Chile (safe, based on a 1 minute call yesterday) and I spent a lot of hours sitting with my mother… mostly tearful, well, because it was a hard week for both of us.
The status of things remains much the same, day to day… poopy with some laughter on the side. Please don’t ask me how I’m doing: I’m hanging on by a thread. Please don’t ask me if my Mom is doing any better or how she’s doing: She’s dying… it doesn’t get better. Please don’t judge me if my PJs don’t match and I don’t have matching earrings (twice this week). I appreciate all the love, support and goodwill, truly I do. But I can’t provide updates. So, I may be talking to myself, the dog, the spilt milk and coffee maker, a bit. And I may be driving around town in my pajamas. And, I may be officially unable to gloat about good teeth anymore (ok, that one really gets me), but I’m laughing too… and that’s a good sign. AND, this is a short post. Tada!
(It’s short even if I don’t count the words below, which I hope you will READ. AND, this is my 75th post!!)
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