Rah!
RAH! Not the cheerleader's kind of "RAH!" but the baby lion cub kind of "RAH!"
Ok, so these peoples have been working on the roof at my school for well, since school started. And the work is accompanied by this hideous tar smell to which I am allergic. It, the smell, gives me a headache and a stomachache and makes my eyes all gooey! It also makes Erik's seizures and migraines worse - Soooooooo we've gotten to ride in an abulance to Schumpert Medical Center two times in the last week! Yipee! (VERY SARCASTICALLY SAID!) Can't WAIT to get THOSE bills!
Then, Friday night, we went to Bryd's foosball game, yes, I typed Bryd. I call it that, ok? So, we were at Bryd's foosball game, watching a VERY nervous Tinka perform a routine which she had just A) learned and B) choreographed part of. She looked good until such time as she dropped what she calls an "easy trick." Ok, so none of that is EASY as far as I am concerned, but hey, I'm not a twirler! Anywho...then she got mad at herself, as she often does when she drops an "easy trick" and proceeded to drop another "easy trick." Well, down hill it went from there...Next thing I know, Brook Stanley is running up to me telling me that Christina is having one of her "Oh my gosh one of her (waving her hands frantically in front of her face and breathing heavily) thingies!!" So I run down the bleachers and begin searching the sea of faces for my daughter. I get to her FINALLY! She's white as a sheet, people crowded around her, hyperventilating, and her hands spasmed into what looks like old people's arthritis. I call over the parametics to ask for some oxygen, which they never did give her...but would have helped her immediately had she been given the oxygen as it would have FORCED her to slow her breathing, but hey...what do I know? ANYWHO....much later, she finally calmed down enough to breathe somewhat normally and we decided to leave the Bryd game....Did I mention they got whooped??
So...I've been spending the last month and a half (since school started) - A. worrying about my job, which is still not 100% secure, B. dealing with the hideous tar monster outside of my classroom window, C. worrying about my son and his seizure/migraine dealios, D. worrying about my daughter and her anxiety/stress/panic things, and E. wishing things would mellow out so I could just not stress any more
Did I mention that all of this stressing has given me this major case of pregnant bellyitis? In other words, everytime I eat I swell up and look pregnant?! It's pathetic!
RAH!
Ok, so these peoples have been working on the roof at my school for well, since school started. And the work is accompanied by this hideous tar smell to which I am allergic. It, the smell, gives me a headache and a stomachache and makes my eyes all gooey! It also makes Erik's seizures and migraines worse - Soooooooo we've gotten to ride in an abulance to Schumpert Medical Center two times in the last week! Yipee! (VERY SARCASTICALLY SAID!) Can't WAIT to get THOSE bills!
Then, Friday night, we went to Bryd's foosball game, yes, I typed Bryd. I call it that, ok? So, we were at Bryd's foosball game, watching a VERY nervous Tinka perform a routine which she had just A) learned and B) choreographed part of. She looked good until such time as she dropped what she calls an "easy trick." Ok, so none of that is EASY as far as I am concerned, but hey, I'm not a twirler! Anywho...then she got mad at herself, as she often does when she drops an "easy trick" and proceeded to drop another "easy trick." Well, down hill it went from there...Next thing I know, Brook Stanley is running up to me telling me that Christina is having one of her "Oh my gosh one of her (waving her hands frantically in front of her face and breathing heavily) thingies!!" So I run down the bleachers and begin searching the sea of faces for my daughter. I get to her FINALLY! She's white as a sheet, people crowded around her, hyperventilating, and her hands spasmed into what looks like old people's arthritis. I call over the parametics to ask for some oxygen, which they never did give her...but would have helped her immediately had she been given the oxygen as it would have FORCED her to slow her breathing, but hey...what do I know? ANYWHO....much later, she finally calmed down enough to breathe somewhat normally and we decided to leave the Bryd game....Did I mention they got whooped??
So...I've been spending the last month and a half (since school started) - A. worrying about my job, which is still not 100% secure, B. dealing with the hideous tar monster outside of my classroom window, C. worrying about my son and his seizure/migraine dealios, D. worrying about my daughter and her anxiety/stress/panic things, and E. wishing things would mellow out so I could just not stress any more
Did I mention that all of this stressing has given me this major case of pregnant bellyitis? In other words, everytime I eat I swell up and look pregnant?! It's pathetic!
RAH!