too many hats
my absence is due to too many hats. the notion of a stay at home mom is hillllarious.
this morning about 4/5/6 am derek got stupid sick again. like he does sometimes. he's been in and out of bed all day.
so i found my new wii fit at the door to the bedroom, guarded by a fierce inflatable pink flamingo. i will name it eugene or howard when i figure out his name.
every day is twin peaks day at my house.
so derek moaned from the bed and wished me a happy mother's day. i took kids to church, dad took us to eat dinner. dad was off, he said he'd lite a candle and was sitting thinking. i wonder if it's the loss of his mom as granny's mind slowly flickers like a dimming flame or if it is the loss of the mother of his children. guess i won't know.
he brought me red buds and irises he dug from his yard this morning.
dad is down to 170. i asked if it's a full on eating disorder or if he was going to stop. he was wearing the smallest shirt i've seen him wear in years and it wasn't too tight. the veins in his arms standout. is it the girlfriend? the youth fading? has he had a health scare?
my family is sometimes so hard to crack. you ask point blank and get riddles in return.
on fiona's health, turns out, she'll have surgery in a few weeks to put the tubes back in her ear drums. and then in two years? she'll have massive painful bone surgery for the malformation of her mastoid bones. i can't imagine the pain. i'm worried about my super sensitive girl. also the surgeon performing his work with a bone drill so close to her brain.
i exercised for an hour on my wii fit. i'm sweaty, because i'm out of shape. weirdly though, the yoga poses went really well. i maxed a few out first try. maybe this will be a good imitation of actually going outside and doing things, since i feel tied to the interior of my house.
if there were only a few more hours in the day, so i could teach myself to sew, practice banjo more, exercise, and keep a clean home. maybe i should drop off the internet. that might free up some time.
this morning about 4/5/6 am derek got stupid sick again. like he does sometimes. he's been in and out of bed all day.
so i found my new wii fit at the door to the bedroom, guarded by a fierce inflatable pink flamingo. i will name it eugene or howard when i figure out his name.
every day is twin peaks day at my house.
so derek moaned from the bed and wished me a happy mother's day. i took kids to church, dad took us to eat dinner. dad was off, he said he'd lite a candle and was sitting thinking. i wonder if it's the loss of his mom as granny's mind slowly flickers like a dimming flame or if it is the loss of the mother of his children. guess i won't know.
he brought me red buds and irises he dug from his yard this morning.
dad is down to 170. i asked if it's a full on eating disorder or if he was going to stop. he was wearing the smallest shirt i've seen him wear in years and it wasn't too tight. the veins in his arms standout. is it the girlfriend? the youth fading? has he had a health scare?
my family is sometimes so hard to crack. you ask point blank and get riddles in return.
on fiona's health, turns out, she'll have surgery in a few weeks to put the tubes back in her ear drums. and then in two years? she'll have massive painful bone surgery for the malformation of her mastoid bones. i can't imagine the pain. i'm worried about my super sensitive girl. also the surgeon performing his work with a bone drill so close to her brain.
i exercised for an hour on my wii fit. i'm sweaty, because i'm out of shape. weirdly though, the yoga poses went really well. i maxed a few out first try. maybe this will be a good imitation of actually going outside and doing things, since i feel tied to the interior of my house.
if there were only a few more hours in the day, so i could teach myself to sew, practice banjo more, exercise, and keep a clean home. maybe i should drop off the internet. that might free up some time.