I’m sitting outside on a warm October morning, drinking yucky coffee listening to the birds as they chirp and fly around me and still….I am not happy. No it’s not the coffee that has me in a dark space. It’s not the huge pile of clothes that still need to be washed, dried, folded and put away, it’s a general, overall blah feeling. I should be happy. It’s Sunday and I don’t have any pressing plans. Other than this blah feeling my health is good, my daughter is getting over some weird coughing thing (that I think has something to do with my husband smoking again) and my husband is off playing golf. What could possibly be wrong there? I don’t know.
What I do know is that I can’t really do anything today. I had plans to get my daughter’s birthday present last night when I went out but that got scratched. Her cough was bad so I wanted to stay in for the night. (I was going to go out but make it an early night, I need me time to you know?), but instead he wanted to go listen to one of the local bands play. What a waste of an hour. It was in the back of the business, not out front like I thought it was going to be. It was louder than it should have been so we stayed out back with a bunch of people who had been there for most of the day and had A LOT to drink. Not really a place for my 5-year-old to be. The upside, there was a fire pit.
So that meant that I was home by 8 with no dinner and hadn’t really eaten since about 3 that afternoon. I was not a happy camper. I wanted to work on my paper; that’s due on Monday by the way; but that was not in the game plan either. For most of the night I was answering questions to things that had nothing to do with me, or that I even knew the answer to! Stop talking to me when I am trying to work. I can’t wait until my computer room is done so I can go in there and work on things without being close enough that they can just talk to me when I am working on my computer.
This morning is more of the same. Oh wait I forgot to add that Halley, my English Pointer, took a dump in the house, in Savie’s room. That is something that she has never done before. I know that she is getting on in years but, dang it she’s only 10 years old. That is to young for a loss of bowel movements. But onto this morning, I knew he wanted to borrow my car for his turn to drive but I was not ready to empty out my car at 6 in the morning. That’s just to darn early. And he doesn’t help. Since he’s not in my car often he doesn’t know what goes where so having him “help” me with any of it just takes that much longer. So pack me up like a mule and away I go. I just on’t know what I am going to do. Maybe a little retail therapy; buying a blanket for Savie’s bed, will make me feel better. I need to stay away from the chocolate and chips and bread because I am starting to feel bloated again. I have to get back on my Atkins kick so I can get rid of this feeling.
Ok, take a deep breath and get on with my day. I have too much to do to just sit here and feel sorry for myself.
Some days you just know that something is going to go wrong. It never fails, it’s just a matter of time right? Well here’s my “it never fails” moment. Hubby goes out-of-town so very rarely that when he does I am a little freaked out by it. Yeah surprise there, right? It could be something small as finding a scorpion in the shower to something major as javelina’s in the driveway. Well this time it was Savie, she woke up sick. Unfortunately it’s probably swine flu but that can’t be helped at the moment. Savie was in so much pain today that it was hard to get things done. Now I’m not about to drag her all over the place, running errands because I need to but there were a few stops that I needed to make 2 stops. Both of them were for her.
It’s so hard to take her somewhere when she feels like this because everything is dramatic. And she cries. A lot. Which mens that people look at me like I’m the worst person in the world for not trying to comfort my child. If they only knew.
I love my husband, really I do. But there are some days when he’s just a pain in my butt annoying (is that bad of me to say that?) Today was my day to go shopping, clean the house, and do stuff for me. I got three loads of clothes washed and hanging up (nearly freezing my hands off in the process) and was working on my fourth when Savie said she wanted to go to school for awhile. Which was fine with me since she wasn’t doing anything here. Sometime around noon I finished and got Savie came home to drop off Halley and grab my coupon box and headed into town.
Just as we got to town and order lunch (I told Savie that if we made it quickly we could stop here for lunch) my phone rang. It was hubby calling to ask if we wanted to visit him on his job. An hour and a half away!!!!!! Now that I was in town that made it almost 3 hours away.
****since I am now finishing this the next morning I will shorten it some****
****sorry now it’s 3 days after the fact****
After getting lunch and coming back home to find the tools he needed, we drove out to the mountains we drove the hour and a half to the mountains to where hubby was. After hanging out for a good hour we drove back into light which is another 2 hours from where we were. But this time it was 8 pm. We were cold, hungry and still needed to go grocery shopping. It was a long night. It was 10:30pm by the time we to home and still needed to put all the groceries away, get her in the shower and dressed for the bed and make lunch for the next day.
It was a long night to say the least.
Yes I know that it’s late but hey, that’s me.
We had a great Halloween. We both dressed up as fairies with wings and wands. Only when we left school to go trick-or-treating we couldn’t find either one. Oh well off we go. We went with a couple of friends from school J with her mom S, R with his mom R, and N with his mom M. We were a cute little group of four. We walked the entire Vista, which is about a mile to walk both sides of the street, and even made an appearance at the Manson at the end of the street. Afterwards we went back the school so I could do my part at the party. I had a bucket ‘o worms” for the kids to put their hands in for a prize. I didn’t think the older kids would like it but there was one girl that get mad at her mom because she didn’t get her turn, but only a little mad. I felt bad for her. I didn’t think it would be that big of a hit but just goes to show that it’s the little things that help.
I’m not one for strict bedtimes but seeing as how Savie didn’t take a nap that day and it was almost 9pm she needed to go home. Hubby came and got her and that was the end of that. I thought there would be more of a fight from her because she’s leaving the party early but she was OK with it. When I got home hubby said that she was fine with not being able to eat any of her candy. I told her before we even started trick-or-treating that she wouldn’t get to eat any of it that night, maybe the next day but not that night. There were a couple of kids at the party that were having a crying fit because they couldn’t have any more candy.
I think that’s one of the problems that some parents have. They don’t tell their kids beforehand, what is going to happen. I’ve noticed that when I do this with her things go a lot better then when I don’t say anything to her. I have to remember to do that more often.
How was your Halloween?