And now I can sort of calm down
The baby shower went very well today. I think almost everyone who promised to show up actually came, although three of them were late (two of them because they got lost, and one because she can't seem to understand the laws of space and time). We had way too much food, but this is a family trait and I wasn't really disturbed by it, probably because there was no actual cooking involved on anyone's part. My friend got some really nice gifts, including many she had registered for, and she seemed to enjoy herself, which was the most important part. I didn't even get incredibly stressed about the whole thing today, which was unusual for me. Better living through pharmaceuticals, I assume.
Lest you think I all do is sit around and whine and bitch, I got a lot accomplished this week, especially Friday. This still surprises me since I didn't take a shower that morning, which I almost never do, because I could solve the oil problem in the USA right now if someone could figure out how to mine (drill?) the t-zone on my face and my hair every morning. Damned female hormones. 35 years old and they're still raging! Um, where was I? Oh, right, Friday. Part of what made that day work was once I got my son on the bus, I had to take my dog to the groomer, and that made me leave the house. So then I went to the grocery store, and got shopping done. Then, I came home and started cleaning the house and doing laundry. And then I started doing shower stuff, got my son off the bus, made cupcakes, and even attempted to make supper until I opened the pizza crust I had bought and realized there was mold on it. SO GROSS. So were ordered take out, and I brought the crusts back to the store for a refund and a replacement.
You have to realize, for me to get through a day like that without collapsing in exhaustion is odd for me. I think I have been running on adrenalin all week in preparation for the baby shower, or maybe the sleep apnea is a little better, or maybe my meds are just working better than usual. I have no idea.
There is this sign which I love in a nearby town. To set the scene, you must realize that we (meaning those of us in My Town) have made fun of this other town for years. There were like three founding families in this other town, and the whole place is related to each other, swear to God. It shows. Also, we refer to it as the place "where the men are men and the sheep know it." (Or, alternatively, "where the men are men and the sheep are scared.") Anyway, there is a gift shop on a major road in this town that advertises its wares on a big sign right on the road. It reads: "Bait, Adult Video XXX, T-shirts, Porn, and WEBKINZ." So the people in this town are clearly going in to see to their sexual needs, but also getting a little something for the kids (and for fishing). This cracks my shit up every time I see it. Although that could just be me.
My husband's grandmother turned 95 last month. She still lives on her own, although she has a very bad knee and is rapidly losing her hearing. We couldn't make it up for her birthday (it was my son's birthday, and Mother's Day, and we were getting ready to go on vacation and just couldn't take any more days off), so we sent her two dozen roses and some chocolate. Upon receiving all of her flowers (there were many more in addition to ours), she commented, "It looks like a funeral parlor in here. I haven't died yet." Then she laughed and ate her chocolates. I hope I am like her when I am old.
My son and daughter do not understand why the party we went to today was called a shower. My daughter wanted to know if we were all taking showers, or if some of us could take tubbies instead? My son made a similar comment a few years ago when I told him I was going to a bridal shower. I think maybe we need to call these parties something else.
Lest you think I all do is sit around and whine and bitch, I got a lot accomplished this week, especially Friday. This still surprises me since I didn't take a shower that morning, which I almost never do, because I could solve the oil problem in the USA right now if someone could figure out how to mine (drill?) the t-zone on my face and my hair every morning. Damned female hormones. 35 years old and they're still raging! Um, where was I? Oh, right, Friday. Part of what made that day work was once I got my son on the bus, I had to take my dog to the groomer, and that made me leave the house. So then I went to the grocery store, and got shopping done. Then, I came home and started cleaning the house and doing laundry. And then I started doing shower stuff, got my son off the bus, made cupcakes, and even attempted to make supper until I opened the pizza crust I had bought and realized there was mold on it. SO GROSS. So were ordered take out, and I brought the crusts back to the store for a refund and a replacement.
You have to realize, for me to get through a day like that without collapsing in exhaustion is odd for me. I think I have been running on adrenalin all week in preparation for the baby shower, or maybe the sleep apnea is a little better, or maybe my meds are just working better than usual. I have no idea.
There is this sign which I love in a nearby town. To set the scene, you must realize that we (meaning those of us in My Town) have made fun of this other town for years. There were like three founding families in this other town, and the whole place is related to each other, swear to God. It shows. Also, we refer to it as the place "where the men are men and the sheep know it." (Or, alternatively, "where the men are men and the sheep are scared.") Anyway, there is a gift shop on a major road in this town that advertises its wares on a big sign right on the road. It reads: "Bait, Adult Video XXX, T-shirts, Porn, and WEBKINZ." So the people in this town are clearly going in to see to their sexual needs, but also getting a little something for the kids (and for fishing). This cracks my shit up every time I see it. Although that could just be me.
My husband's grandmother turned 95 last month. She still lives on her own, although she has a very bad knee and is rapidly losing her hearing. We couldn't make it up for her birthday (it was my son's birthday, and Mother's Day, and we were getting ready to go on vacation and just couldn't take any more days off), so we sent her two dozen roses and some chocolate. Upon receiving all of her flowers (there were many more in addition to ours), she commented, "It looks like a funeral parlor in here. I haven't died yet." Then she laughed and ate her chocolates. I hope I am like her when I am old.
My son and daughter do not understand why the party we went to today was called a shower. My daughter wanted to know if we were all taking showers, or if some of us could take tubbies instead? My son made a similar comment a few years ago when I told him I was going to a bridal shower. I think maybe we need to call these parties something else.