What Goes Up . . . Must Come Down :(

Guess where I've been all. day. long?

Having my Mom involuntarily committed for inpatient treatment at the mental hospital.

Tears, tears. tears. That's all.


Until next time . . .

Through Sickness & Health, The Show Must Go On

Thanks for all the well wishes. I'm still phlegmy, but mostly well. I've been taking it very easy this week.


My family has been laboring on in their various pursuits with only a little gentle-sickly-Mom guidance from me:

• Mom #2 and Baby Boy got the garage all cleaned up. It lasted for exactly one day and then Mom #2 found some old pallets that she can rip apart and so now there are old scraps of wood, saws, and various sawdust piles everywhere, but it was a very nice day.

• Mom #2 and Baby Boy planted the first box of seedlings in the back yard garden. Onions. So I wouldn't drop by looking for any close-talking discussions if I were y'all, LOL. I think she's planting the potatoes today. *** By the way, Mom #2 has started a gardening blog, even though she's not really a gardener. If you have any tips and/or tricks she can use or if you just want to see how our garden does this year, drop on by. Actually, could you please just drop by and say "Hi" anyway, even if you're not into gardening. It really would make my life a lot easier if you do, LOL. ***
  

• Baby Boy finished all of his schoolwork and did a really good job at it too. I'll spare you the details.
  

So, I don't know if I should be happy that my family can carry on in spite of me being down for the count, or nervous that my position may be getting phased out. I think I'm on notice. I'd better not call in sick anymore, LOL. Then again, no one swept or mopped the kitchen floor or got that grimy stuff out of the tub, so I guess as long as there is grunt work to do . . . I'll still have a position here. ;-)


Everyone please wish Baby Boy good luck. He has his Ultimate Frisbee tournament this weekend. Good thing I got well just in time to go sit outside for 6 hours in the elements. Don't ya just love the home schooling lifestyle!


Have a great weekend!



Until next time . . .

Ultimate Illness

Today I'm missing Baby Boy's Ultimate game.


I don't like missing his games . . . his practices . . . his catching drills . . . his throwing drills . . . his running drills . . . his standing up . . . his sitting down . . . his snack eating . . . his talking . . . his breathing . . . his EVERYTHING!!!! I am the Number One Mom, I should be there.

But. I'm. Sick.


Something blew in last night and I woke up about 3 o'clock this morning in misery. Everything hurts: my eyes are burning, my nose is runny and stuffy depending on when you ask, my ears are hurting, my body is aching. I'm definitely sick.


I'm holding off on my determination as to whether I actually have a flu bug or if it's just cedar fever. The cedar has been pretty high for the past couple of days, so, if I'm lucky this could just last a day or two. I guess we'll see. I am highly allergic to cedar pollen, usually if I can get through January without getting sick, I'm home free.


Apparently I'm the butt of a little black-history-month-joke from the Universe. It bites.


I guess this all actually works out for the best. I had planned on taking next week off from schoolwork anyway. Baby Boy has to go to work during the daytime on Monday, so that day was already out. Mom #2 and I discussed tilling up the soon to be garden portion of the back yard on Tuesday so she can get started with the planting. The rest of the week has been slated out to clean the garage. So far we've been shuffling the stuff from one area of the garage to the other, but it really needs to be cleaned.


Now . . . I don't have to feel guilty because I don't want to do any of that stuff. Mom #2 and Baby Boy can handle it.


I want no part of it.


After all . . . I'm sick. Remember?



Until next time . . .

I Know . . . You're All Wondering . . .

. . . How the Mom visit went. Right?


Well, I must admit. It went great!


As you know, I did get up early and enlist the assistance of my entire family and we scrubbed the house from top to bottom. I like to think I keep a fairly clean house anyway, but both my Mother and Father are military veterans and cleanliness is truly only next to Godliness in their eyes. All my growing-up years, I was held to an extremely high cleanliness standard.

Check this out, she actually said these exact words right out loud, "Everything just looks and smells so clean and fresh!"

Yippee!!! I was giddy; simply delirious with joy! I know it sounds weird, but seriously, in my opinion, there is no higher compliment.

Also, to add to the festivities, Mom was in a bright and beautiful mood, speaking clearly and coherently, and was not interested in converting me to her religion.


Success!


She managed to have a lovely visit with me, Mom #2, Baby Boy, and even Baby Doggy and didn't get on any one's nerves. I'm just so glad it's done and over with. I know that each and every visit is unique and just because this one went great, it doesn't mean they all will. In fact, with her particular mental illness, odds are the next one will be awful, but I'm not letting my mind go there today. Today I'm going to be happy.

As proof of the great time we had . . . here's a photo Mom #2 took on the sly while the rest of us were rocking out to a little Guitar Hero World Tour (or at least attempting to rock out, LOL).




In the end, she did talk me into going with her to a Mary Kay training class with her. I let her use me as her make-over dummy. (Oh, I forgot to tell you, since she quit her job, she's a Southern Baptist minister by day and a Mary Kay salesperson by night - it's quite an existence she's carved out for herself.) She actually did a pretty good job, I was impressed.

Of course, now I'm on the prowl to see if any of my IRL friends want to come over for a Mary Kay party. This is a little more stress than I had planned on bringing on myself, but it's for a good cause - keeping my Mother from moving into my guest room.


SO . . . if any of y'all want to buy any Mary Kay products, drop me a line, I've got the hook-up.



Until next time . . .

Am I Sweet, Sour, or Only Worth 50 Cents?

Whichever the case may be, in the past couple of days Ami, Wendy and Hula Hank (aka Hula Hoop Hank) have all awarded me the LEMONADE AWARD!

Hurray for me!

Oh, and let's not forget to be humble . . . thanks to all the little people with big personalities who have led to my receiving this award.

HA! HA!

I'm supposed to be passing it on to either 5, 10, or 10,000,000 other bloggers depending on who's rules you'd like to follow.

Since I follow no rules . . . the buck stops here this time. Almost every blog I've visited today has at one time or another already had this award . . .

So consider yourselves awarded . . . lemonade for everyone.

In fact, make mine a hard lemonade nudge-nudge-wink-wink. Take and sip and pass it on. It's delicious!


Until next time . . .

Getting Up Pretty Early In The Morning . . .

. . . To prepare for The Mom visit. Tomorrow. Afternoon.

Oh, I have to admit, I don't talk to my Mom as often as I should and I hardly ever see her even though she lives less than 30 minutes away from me. Before we moved, she lived literally 5 minutes away from me . . . true walking distance. Still . . . not many visits.

We aren't close. She has lots of issues . . . some I've mentioned here . . . some are too much to display here in print . . . it would make them too real. Mostly it's due to her pretty tiresome mental illness that isn't really her fault . . . but she seems to really take out her crazy on me . . . and I'm tired

I always have to really "pump myself up" for The Mom visit.

She's been chomping at the bit to get over here every since we moved. It's been three weeks and I literally could not hold her off any longer. If I didn't let her plan tomorrow's visit, she may have resorted to the pop-in. Believe me, no one wants to endure a Mom pop-in. They aren't pretty. They are usually at all odd hours of the day and/or night, they are not proceeded by a phone call, they usually involve bathrobes and hair curlers (hers not mine), and most importantly they come with an accompanying lecture involving people laying in ditches and not breathing on their own. No, the pop-in is never pretty.

So. I'll be getting up early, washing linens, vacuuming carpets and mopping floors . . . it's multipurpose actually. I clean when stressed AND Mom will be cutting her eyes at every corner, so I would have to clean if I wanted to or not.


So. Tomorrow. I'll. Clean.


Nighty night!



Until next time . . .

Ultimately Exhausted!

Baby Boy, and by default Mom #2 and I, recently signed up for the winter Ultimate Frisbee League in our area. I had no idea at the time, but we have to go and sit outside for 4 hours every Sunday for the next 4 weeks. 4 hours! It's because it's a combination of home school and public school students and the-powers-that-be decided to do marathon weekly games for all the teams instead of breaking it up into single session team games throughout the week.

WHAT?

HUH?

Do these people not have families . . . pets . . . homes . . . LIVES!

Pile that on top of the constant of trying to unpack those last few boxes, tae kwon do three times a week, my usual wifely duties (read cooking and cleaning - get your minds out of the gutter), our car being on the fritz (HELP!), and oh yeah . . . the schoolwork. I'm a walking zombie, but I'm outside all the time. No vitamin D deficiency for me. Although I'm already sufficiently tanned and cancer free, thank you very much, hence the tribal size SPF 30 sunblock I've been lugging around.


No time to chat. Gotta get some more work done. We're attending home school bowling tomorrow. I think we may need another wife around here . . . anyone watch that show Big Love? NOT!


Until next time . . .