Random Nature of Weekends
It beats sleeping -- this blogging thing.
I hate going to bed on the weekends. It feels like I'm cheating myself out of something that might happen in the middle of the night.
Which is stupid, considering that most of what happens in the middle of the night on weekends is my kids staying up and breaking things. And I'd really rather miss that.
Yesterday was a bad day. Fridays are supposed to be lovely. Mine sucked. The Husband went for a follow-up doc appointment and they scheduled an CAT scan to find out why he has trace elements of blood in his urine. This is not a happy thing to face.
So I dropped about 200 miles inward and stayed there. I'm a bit better now, but not really. I keep asking him if he's feeling okay. He is, of course. Healthy as a horse that one. But I can't shake the image of him dropping to the ground with no one around to help him.
I took The Daughter out today. Being grounded, it's important to get her out of the house so she does not fall into despair. We went to the spa this morning, then went to see Our Town at her high school, and then went rummaging through a consignment shop. I bought a crocheted poncho. She laughed at me and said it looks like something a fat woman would wear after a Richard Simmons workout.
The Step-daughter is staying with us again this weekend. Her madre flew out of town for a hook-up.... sorry, "date." The Step-daughter said, "I might come back next weekend too." That would be four weekends in a row, which would be lovely. "I like having internet on the weekends," she finished. Teenagers suck.
The Son is glued to his Playstation. This is the life of a boy in a house full of girls.
There are exactly seven wine glasses on my computer desk, two coffee cups, one styrofoam coffee cup, six water tumblers, two water blottles, two empty yogurt containers, and four spoons. I hate cleaning.
There are three songs that I cannot listen to.
Mack the Knife -- it just scares me.
The Girl from Ipanema -- it's just stupid.
My Way -- I had a bad experience.
And that is just about enough randomness for tonight. Anything to keep my mind of The Husband's upcoming tests.
I hate going to bed on the weekends. It feels like I'm cheating myself out of something that might happen in the middle of the night.
Which is stupid, considering that most of what happens in the middle of the night on weekends is my kids staying up and breaking things. And I'd really rather miss that.
Yesterday was a bad day. Fridays are supposed to be lovely. Mine sucked. The Husband went for a follow-up doc appointment and they scheduled an CAT scan to find out why he has trace elements of blood in his urine. This is not a happy thing to face.
So I dropped about 200 miles inward and stayed there. I'm a bit better now, but not really. I keep asking him if he's feeling okay. He is, of course. Healthy as a horse that one. But I can't shake the image of him dropping to the ground with no one around to help him.
I took The Daughter out today. Being grounded, it's important to get her out of the house so she does not fall into despair. We went to the spa this morning, then went to see Our Town at her high school, and then went rummaging through a consignment shop. I bought a crocheted poncho. She laughed at me and said it looks like something a fat woman would wear after a Richard Simmons workout.
The Step-daughter is staying with us again this weekend. Her madre flew out of town for a hook-up.... sorry, "date." The Step-daughter said, "I might come back next weekend too." That would be four weekends in a row, which would be lovely. "I like having internet on the weekends," she finished. Teenagers suck.
The Son is glued to his Playstation. This is the life of a boy in a house full of girls.
There are exactly seven wine glasses on my computer desk, two coffee cups, one styrofoam coffee cup, six water tumblers, two water blottles, two empty yogurt containers, and four spoons. I hate cleaning.
There are three songs that I cannot listen to.
Mack the Knife -- it just scares me.
The Girl from Ipanema -- it's just stupid.
My Way -- I had a bad experience.
And that is just about enough randomness for tonight. Anything to keep my mind of The Husband's upcoming tests.
posted by Robin at 7:51 PM
6 Comments:
Oh here's hoping all of the tests come out well!
And I wish I had a mom that took me to a spa when I was grounded. ;P
Yeah yeah... bust my chops why doncha! LOL.
I'm a sucker when it comes to grounding my kids. Oh, the guilt.
Oh wow, I hope all goes well for the Hubs. I'm keeping him in my thoughts.
I could totally use a spa day.
Oh woman ~ I could come over & clean your computer place! I love organizing.
:)
M~
I hope your hubs is okay. He's my favorite ice skater!!
~~~good thoughts to you~~~
Those squiggly lines are the doodlydoo noises that Wayne and Garth make to travel to Wayne's world. I am using them for Robin to go to Funky's world of eternal happiness and no worries. Can I come too?
Love ya!
Songs I won't listen to... oh that's a good idea for a post. :)
~S
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