Yeah, I've got a little stress right now. We're going to the bank later this afternoon to sign loan papers for the new camper we bought. In order to do that, I had to once again ask my mother and sister to come wrangle the little ones that will still be here at that time. We have to run right back home after we sign the papers because I am an idiot. I allowed Drama Queen to invite 11(!) other wiggly, giggle, screaming girls for a birthday sleepover (Yes, my baby turns 9 tomorrow). Not only that, Karate Kid is having one of the girl's brothers over to keep him occupied and out of the girls' hair. Fat chance of that happening.
Once the girls go home tomorrow, I will have 3 hours to run get Drama Queen signed up for cheerleading, straighten up the house (what little I'm going to do), and host her family party. I decided to just go all out and get all of the partying over in one fell swoop.
And what am I dreading the most? Making more payments to the bank? Twelve shrieking little girls? The sleep deprivation of a sleepover? No. My mil, the Queen of Clean, is coming over for the family party. My heart rate and blood pressure are already up. Countdown in T minus 21 hours.
2:35 PM ~
My sister tagged me with this. The rules are to reveal six weird/strange things about yourself. I've already listed some weird facts about myself, but I'm sure I can come up with more. Most of my friends don't have their own blogs, and I'm very behind at reading my favorite ones, so I'm not going to tag anybody. If you make it by here and see this, please leave your list in the comments or on your blog with a link in the comments.
So here's what I've come up with:
1. I have to walk on the right side of people. It just doesn't feel right until I am on that side.
2. I hate listening to CD's. Listening to the same person(s) sing over and over again drives me crazy.
3. Not only do I hate for my food to touch, I finish one thing at a time: all of my hamburger before I start my fries, all of my spaghetti before my salad, etc.
4. When I see someone I know while I'm at the store (except for very close friends), I pretend like I don't see them so I don't have to stop and talk. It's not that I'm anti-social so much as it is that I'm shy and in a perpetual hurry.
5. Although I hate to be late, I hate to be too early because I don't want to have to find things to talk about with others (again with the shyness). I like to get places just in time to get a seat and get situated before the event starts.
6. Most people want to talk to a live person when they call a business. I like the computerized, press 1 for _____ type of thing.
I promise I'm not the anti-social hermit that I sound like. If you met me in person and there were only one or two people around instead of a whole crowd, I would probably talk your ear off. And I love to visit online, so give me a holler whenever you can.
5:02 PM ~
May I just say that I love my brother-in-law? (No, not like that. Ewwww.) He ran into one of The Hubster's co-workers this weekend and heard about why this co-worker doesn't like The Hubster. You wanna know why? Get this. Turns out he doesn't like The Hubster because he makes him work. AND makes him do it right. Are you kidding me?! What a concept: working and doing it right. It's called a job, you moron, not a vacation.
Now The Hubster is far from perfect, but I have no room to talk. He puts up with me, so he gets an "A" in my book any day. He has little quirks that irritate me, snoring being the #1 thing. When he is conscious, he thinks everything is a conspiracy. The government watching us through our computers and Tivo is his favorite theory to date. I don't know how much of this stuff he really believes and how much he just spouts off to get a rise out of me.
So back to the reason why I love my bil. He stood up for my one and only. I'm sure he gets just as annoyed by The Hubster as anyone else, but he. stood. up. for. him. I have tears in my eyes right now. That's what families do, ladies and gentlemen. They stick up for one another. And he also said that he likes hanging out with The Hubster. So now the welling eyes have transformed into tears running down my face.
He may not be related to me my blood, but he is most definitely part of my family!
11:58 AM ~
My brain is an old, dried-up excuse for a command center. I'm blaming it on lack of sleep. Whatever the case, I have nothing, nothing, to blog about. Sometimes that's not a bad thing because it means that things are just plugging right along without any major ups or downs. I can do boring for a little while!
5:33 PM ~
I never was any good at math. I managed A's and B's in all of my math classes, but it was a mighty struggle. I never would have passed Geometry if the teacher hadn't let us use our notebook--a compilation of notes from her lectures and the week's homework. It was basically like using the book, if you took good enough notes.
Karate Kid seems to be following in my footsteps. I have never told him that I struggled in math because I didn't want him to think that he would just because I did. He brings his math home every night so I can check it. What a joke. I end up turning back through the whole book trying to figure out how in the world they do this stuff. Thankfully some smart textbook writer put the lesson number next to each one of the problems. It makes it so much easier for us parents to figure things out!
They teach math so differently now. And so much earlier. I wasn't doing some of the stuff that Karate Kid is doing until I was at least in the 9th grade. But I ran across one that I have never, ever seen before. Ever.
What are the next three terms in this Fibonacci sequence?
1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, _____, _____, _____ *
And this is only 5th grade math! He is going to be taking Honors Math next year, per his teacher's recommendation. I'm doomed.
(* For all you math majors out there, yes, I figured it out.)
6:58 PM ~
Who needs a baby in the house to interrupt sleep? Not me. My night was full of interruptions, thank you very much.
We went for a cookout with my sister and some of their friends last night. We were all exhausted when we got home, so we all headed to bed at the same time. Drama Queen started hollering for someone to come turn on her fan because she was too scared to get out of bed. I had just put some Neosporin and lotion on my feet. No matter how many times I told her I wasn't walking on the carpet, she kept telling me she was going to call us until someone turned it on. The Hubster was already almost asleep by this time, so he wasn't willing to get up either. Ten minutes of arguing later, I finally heard the chain on the fan being pulled, so it was off to dream land.
A little while later Karate Kid woke me up and asked to sleep in our floor because he was scared. I knew he would be coming in at some point because a storm was headed our way. He is deathly afraid of storms. He has spent many, many evenings pacing the living room while waiting out a storm. I remember being scared like that when I was little, crying for hours, but my parents never let me sleep in their room. I told myself I would never do that to my children. It's just a given now. Storm? Nightime visitors in the master suite.
I was good and asleep when the phone rang. It was 11:20 old time/12:20 new time. Nobody ever calls that late at night unless there's something wrong, so my heart was pounding and I was shaking all over, fearing the worst. It was Karate Kid's friend. I have no idea what he wanted that late at night. I know that's probably not late to those of you with teenagers, but my children go to bed at 9:00. It was w-a-y past bedtime.
I crawled back in bed, still shaking and trying to get my heart to beat in normal time again, and then I realized that the storm had hit. The wind was gusting to 60 and 70 mph, so it did sound a little worrisome. I had just settled back in when I heard a little voice asking me to turn on the TV and see what was going on. A few minutes of reassurance from the weatherman and it was off to try to get some uninterrupted sleep.
No such luck. Drama Queen woke me up at 2:30 with a stomach ache. She wanted to watch TV because she couldn't get back to sleep, but I didn't want her to be awake for hours. I remembered that there was a sleep function on her TV, so I fumbled around in the dark until I found it and figured out how to set it. At this point I would have let her get up and cook a full meal if I could just get. some. sleep.
Amazingly, I was then able to enjoy 5 hours of deep, dreamy sleep. And this, my friends, reminds me once again of why I am finished having babies! At least last night was an unusual night. Getting up once or twice a night every night? I don't think so.
1:40 PM ~