And Here I am...NOT Complaining
It has been forever and a day since I have written and that is mainly because I have not made or had time to think about me....and thus probably why I ended up in bed this last week. And I do mean week!!
I woke up last Saturday and couldn't move, couldn't roll over, couldn't walk, couldn't stand...NOTHIN!! I was a complete and utter mess....and so, you ask..."how does one end up flat on their back for an entire week?" Well I will tell you... by STUFFIN IT DOWN, and I don't mean cookies!
We moved into our new house on July 13th and since then I have been on SUPERWOMAN OVERLOAD! I have done it all. Watched the un-freaking-watch-able Brock, had an entire 3000 feet of house rewired, 28 new windows put in, hardwood floors redone, painting (I feel a sudden pain coming on, hold-on, I think my red cape is strangling me), a new school system, a new dance studio, a new preschool, new, changed, different, strange, people, in, my, house...kill me!!
Oh, but wait...I have a new house...what I have been waiting for...I can't complain, I can't be stressed or overwhelmed, or exhausted BECAUSE THIS IS WHAT I HAVE WANTED AND YOU CAN'T COMPLAIN WHEN YOU GET WHAT YOU WANT....RIGHT?
So I didn't. I just did did did did and did some more. Oh, did I mention my mom and I aren't speaking and haven't been speaking since March. Yeah, I'm over anyone knowing, so there ya have it. We aren't speaking and that just adds to the SILENT FREAKING KILLER CALLED LIFE..."Smile, Your neighbors are watching...gotta be happy, you're in a new house and have your shit together *cheese!*
So we are in and I have bought and returned curtains and paint and beds and pillows and all at a discount because it has to look good but it can't cost anything and I gotta get it on sale or with a 10% dicount card because that is what has to happen. I SWEAR I AM NOT COMPLAINING ....BECAUSE I CAN'T BECAUSE I HAVE A NEW HOUSE AND THAT WOULD BE DISGUSTING TO COMPLAIN WITH A NEW HOUSE.... Is venting ok?
So I get a call from Cody that "mom, I can't breath and I'm dying and I need dad to take me to the hospital," but of course you are Cody, I'm ironing curtains that the old owners left here and I have washed and bleached and am reusing...of course you are dying, hold on while I organize how I can save you. So I put down the iron, and talk Cody through speaking to his dad about him going to the Emergency Room.... Isn't this what you did when you were ironing curtains? Isn't this what everyone does?
And two days later I was on a plane to Ohio as Cody was laying in a hospital bed with full-blown pneumonia! But I will leave that for tomorrow... Now I need to go to the chiropractor, or as I put it in my phone calendar "chiro" wherein Skylar asks "what's churro?" like the dessert...Oh don't I wish....
But I'm having my third "chiro" appointment to try and fix my mess...or at least make me feel like I am an active participant in my healing process.....This is after my ultrasound this morning at the GYNO office...just a cyst leaking....oh geeze I'm getting ahead of myself....come back tomorrow...I can do this shit all day!
I woke up last Saturday and couldn't move, couldn't roll over, couldn't walk, couldn't stand...NOTHIN!! I was a complete and utter mess....and so, you ask..."how does one end up flat on their back for an entire week?" Well I will tell you... by STUFFIN IT DOWN, and I don't mean cookies!
We moved into our new house on July 13th and since then I have been on SUPERWOMAN OVERLOAD! I have done it all. Watched the un-freaking-watch-able Brock, had an entire 3000 feet of house rewired, 28 new windows put in, hardwood floors redone, painting (I feel a sudden pain coming on, hold-on, I think my red cape is strangling me), a new school system, a new dance studio, a new preschool, new, changed, different, strange, people, in, my, house...kill me!!
Oh, but wait...I have a new house...what I have been waiting for...I can't complain, I can't be stressed or overwhelmed, or exhausted BECAUSE THIS IS WHAT I HAVE WANTED AND YOU CAN'T COMPLAIN WHEN YOU GET WHAT YOU WANT....RIGHT?
So I didn't. I just did did did did and did some more. Oh, did I mention my mom and I aren't speaking and haven't been speaking since March. Yeah, I'm over anyone knowing, so there ya have it. We aren't speaking and that just adds to the SILENT FREAKING KILLER CALLED LIFE..."Smile, Your neighbors are watching...gotta be happy, you're in a new house and have your shit together *cheese!*
So we are in and I have bought and returned curtains and paint and beds and pillows and all at a discount because it has to look good but it can't cost anything and I gotta get it on sale or with a 10% dicount card because that is what has to happen. I SWEAR I AM NOT COMPLAINING ....BECAUSE I CAN'T BECAUSE I HAVE A NEW HOUSE AND THAT WOULD BE DISGUSTING TO COMPLAIN WITH A NEW HOUSE.... Is venting ok?
So I get a call from Cody that "mom, I can't breath and I'm dying and I need dad to take me to the hospital," but of course you are Cody, I'm ironing curtains that the old owners left here and I have washed and bleached and am reusing...of course you are dying, hold on while I organize how I can save you. So I put down the iron, and talk Cody through speaking to his dad about him going to the Emergency Room.... Isn't this what you did when you were ironing curtains? Isn't this what everyone does?
And two days later I was on a plane to Ohio as Cody was laying in a hospital bed with full-blown pneumonia! But I will leave that for tomorrow... Now I need to go to the chiropractor, or as I put it in my phone calendar "chiro" wherein Skylar asks "what's churro?" like the dessert...Oh don't I wish....
But I'm having my third "chiro" appointment to try and fix my mess...or at least make me feel like I am an active participant in my healing process.....This is after my ultrasound this morning at the GYNO office...just a cyst leaking....oh geeze I'm getting ahead of myself....come back tomorrow...I can do this shit all day!
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