Finally got the old bonneville replaced. Yay. I don’t even remember what kind of car the new car is. Only that it is white and about five years newer than our old ’97. Okay, six years, because I’m pretty sure the new one is an ’03. Plus we set up whole new insurance. So, good. Done. Taken care of.
With two exceptions on my treadmill at home, I haven’t been running since the 5k. It’s been cold out, or rainy, or I’ve been just plain sore. The upside is, with the show date getting closer, I am actually dancing into a sweat three nights a week for at least two and half to three hours, so I think that counts.
This morning after I dragged my reluctant ass out of bed, I decided to have a bath, which I rarely do, but my hip, sciatic, thighs are so sore that I really needed a good hot one.
I noticed that I have new bruises on my legs, and have NO idea how they got there. I love unexplained injuries. Even if it’s just mystery bruises.
I’ve been very tired lately. I don’t know if it’s just the changing of the seasons or what, but I can’t seem to get enough shut eye time. It’s starting to affect my mental capabilities. For instance. When at Tim Horton’s this morning to get my coffee, the lovely lady asked me if she could take my order and I said yes. That was it. Just yes. She looked at me for probably a full two minutes and then asked, okay, what would you like?
I just blanked. Hmm, what do I like? I like coffee? Right? Well, decaf. I muttered out decaf and thankfully one of the girls who knows me there said, “decaf, large, 3 milk 1 sugar, I got it hon.”
Well thank goodness she knows what I drink. My brain obviously doesn’t.
And a good thing too that I ate at home before leaving, because if someone had asked me about a food order today, I likely would have just pointed at my mouth and said “eat”.
I’m also stymied on my book right now. I can’t seem to get into the characters the way I need to. The last bunch of mornings at home have been spent on the phone, or researching stuff, or editing, but not writing, because with the fall colds coming through the house, there have also been kids at home quite a bit and I just can’t get a flow going if I’m constantly interrupted. So I’m stuck. Mid way through the book.
For the next two weeks I’ll be on full time days to cover for the holidays of a colleague. Approximately a week and a half after that, I’ll be on the stage, four nights a week for two weeks.
And then…down time.
I hope.
Here is me saying “NO” and giving a big fat finger to life if it throws any more shit my way. My plate is full, my capacity is reached, my bowl is over flowing. I can deal with no more. I’m rapidly reaching the point where I’d blow you for a week on a beach in a hot climate with a frosty drink in my hand and no demands whatsoever. Yeah. That.
And yes, mother, I just used a dirty sexual word. Out loud. On the blog. In everyone’s face. Try not to faint.
In an interesting conversation with one of my sisters this morning, she pointed out how exhausted she is. Not with the newborn (2 months old) baby, but with her two daughters, 3 and 1 & 1/2. The constant talking, questioning, bickering, pushing, yelling, kissing, needing, wanting. It never ends. They love each other almost as loudly as they fight with each other. And she said to me, you remember that. Well yes, I do. And it’s draining when they’re little like that. But you know what?
It doesn’t ever stop.
They just get older and the fights are louder and the talking keeps going and the questions never stop and the demands are more expensive.
And I love my kids, but some days I’m just done. I’m tired. I need sleep and I need for nobody to need a ride/new shoes/papers signed/dinner praised/dinner whined about/lunch wrong/fight with each other/argue over t.v. control/argue over internet turns/don’t do their chores. That stuff.
So I sit here, making sure that I’m on my own time and I write a blog. And sometimes it’s funny, and sometimes it’s sad. Sometimes it’s for no other reason than for me to rant about life.
But it’s a good day today. Because we got a new car. It’s white. It’s newer. And it’s one more thing crossed off the list.
If nothing else, that is a real good reason to smile.
Got it.
I know 7 kids ranging in age from 36 to 20 that still love each other LOUDLY and the demands are always different and changing, and it never stops, Thank God.
Thank you all.
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Good speach! I liked that a lot. So… you’re a bottom line woman. Well here’s the bottom line…….OK. Do you want to join us for my B-day celebrations. A dinner at The Belworth House and costume party after? Oct 30. Let me know. I would like to have you there as we are planning only 4 couples. Oh, by the way, what kind of car did you get??
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We’d love to! That sounds fabulous. Aaand, after checking with the hubs we got an Oldsmobile Intrigue. We used to have an Oldsmobile van once upon a time that I completely loved, so hopefully the car will be just as awesome.
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