Phew!! We are in the middle of 'renovation preparation hell' right now. While the end result will be SO worth the pandemonium and chaos within the walls of my home right now, the reality is, I'm struggling with the 'state' of my house. It's driving me absolutely bat-shit crazy. For real. If I end up 'offing' someone in these next couple of weeks, I think I can honestly plead insanity. SO take notice . . . don't piss off this Momma . . . she's barely holding by a thread.
Yesterday I had a 'break' from all things renovation related. I went to a day-long scrapbooking event. I met some new people (that's always fun!) and saw a side of my scrapbook "dealer" (I know she's reading this . . . and she knows who she is) that I never knew she had! She used her 'out loud' voice on numerous occassions - and totally cracked me up . . . she's more like me than I knew (love ya A.C! Thanks for another great day!!!). While I was out playing, my other half was busy parenting. He escorted Imp to a birthday party. But not just ANY party; it was a Tae Kwon Do party. A party that my son liked so MUCH that he's now begging and pleading with us to sign him up for Tae Kwon Do. Thanks L.B. Jerk. LOL! I know L.B. is reading this and she knows that I'm TOTALLY kidding. Besides, I already had 'words' with her about this topic anyway. And NEXT month?! L.B. will be attending the scrapbooking day with me - I signed her up already!! My other half continued home; switched kids with Teen (she was babysitting the 'other' kid); and took Banshee to the gym. THIS all on the tail of Teen going to the semi-formal dance and a sleepover afterwards, so you can well imagine how 'pleasant' she was, huh? I think I planned my day-long get-away PERFECTLY. SCORE for Momma bear!
To back peddle a smidge, I have a little 'aside' about the semi-formal. The dance was on Friday. On Wednesday Teen mentioned it to me. In case you didn't figure it out, that was TWO days before the event. She thought that I'd be all Stepford-like and drop everything to embrace her need for a Mom/Teen shopping extravaganza - you know for a dress, shoes, make up, etc. Yeah. She was wrong. It didn't *QUITE* work out that way. She wore her graduation dress (I do admit, I'm pleased that she's worn it more than once). AND . . . it was a rainy, freezing night out, and she didn't wear tights or nylons. Why?! Because nylons are for old people; tights for babies. And she didn't buy the cute little cardigan I offered to buy her - because you know, itty bitty spaghetti straps in the middle of winter is PERFECTLY normal and acceptable. So instead, she did the smart thing and walked outside to the school with bare legs and had no sweater to cover her bare shoulders at the dance - when it was -abazillion degrees and pissing rain outside. Yeah, I definitely don't even begin to understand the teenaged mind. I picked her up bright and early Saturday morning from her sleepover so she could watch her siblings.
Today has seen MANY trips back and forth to the building centres - because you know, gas is cheap and all, and multiple trips is completely cheap and warranted (seriously . . . that van has been into town at LEAST 6 times today). Is it too much to organize ourselves and figure out a plan of attack?! The simple answer; Yes. Yes it is. I went to Home Depot to 'borrow' the book of colours - because the girls are having troubles agreeing on colours for their room. The girl there was NOT helpful. Not. At. All. I was wishing that a certain someone had been working (she knows who she is too!!) because she would set me up. This other lady succeeded ONLY in REALLY pissing me off. Part of me was ready to fight back and toss out a snitty remark, but the 'rational' me (yes, in case you were concerned, the rational part is new. It's a work in progress in the VERY early stages) simply smiled and thanked her for her assistance (while in my head I was screaming something else . . . but it's a start, right?!) and walked away.
Later in the afternoon, after I'd taken down all the curtain rods; removed all the screws and nails from the walls; and scraped the border off Imp's wall (Note to self: Never, EVER put up wallpaper or a border again; and never, EVER buy a house that has wallpaper. It SUCKS getting it off), I desperately needed to make a trip to the grocery store. I literally had my boots on and was ready to go when Teen asked if she could take the little kids to the movies to watch Rango. I decided that *I* would go too . . . because I love grocery shopping *THAT* much. Not. When I informed my other half of my intentions, he too decided to go. Bad decision. We should have allowed Teen to take them. What a B-R-U-T-A-L movie. On the Banshee scale, it warranted 5 trips to the bathroom and one trip to get a frozen yogurt. That equals 5 thumbs down; which means it stunk. In Mommy scale, I took a nap and a walk (not in that order), so in my eyes, it *REALLY* stunk. I also had a kid wailing on the back of my seat - like kicking with all her might; and my hair was being blown about by the father as he coughed without EVER covering his mouth (YUCK!). If I get a cold from that guy, I WILL hunt him down and I'll kick his sick ass and sit on his chest while I cough right in his face; 'cuz I'm nice like that. Screw the rational crap!! The only consolation for a bad movie is theatre popcorn, right?! Wrong. It was TERRIBLE. It had a 'funny' taste to it, so I didn't eat it. So there I was, sitting in a bad, boring movie that I paid $10 to see with a bag of shitty popcorn and a vat (holy cow their cups are HUGE) of flat diet coke. Yeah. Whoopty-freakin'-do. I was SO glad to see the end of that movie. We all hightailed it out of there.
I dropped my other half and the youngest offspring off to the house, and then drove BACK into town to grocery shop. Teen and I completed that task and stopped at Burger King to grab dinner for her and my other half (the other 2 were already in bed). I didn't get anything for myself (that's the kind of stuff that would literally kill me if I ate much of), but I DID have one bite of my other half's whopper and a few fries.
And now?! I'm suffering with a gall bladder attack. OYE.
SO . . . I'm about to sign off and head to bed hoping to 'beat' this attack and to get some sleep. I NEED to be as 'calm' as possible for the upcoming week of repairs and painting. We need to to co-ordinate trips to the dump to get rid of the old ugly shit and I need the family and living rooms to be finished by Saturday for my delivery of new furniture (yay! New furniture!). I also need to keep daycare kids away from the workers and still maintain some sort of 'normal' for them. I've got a trip to the pediatrician with Banshee tossed into this week; and spring break starts at the end of the week for my kids and other half as well. This week just keeps getting better and better. If my family or I are not heard from by the end of the week, send in the authorities . . . someone (AKA: ME!) may have snapped by then. Just kidding . . . sort of.
Have a great week folks! Don't you wish you were living under THIS roof this week?! No, I didn't think so.
Welcome to my little corner of the inter-webs. This is a place for me to express myself . . . consider yourself warned.
6 comments:
Cranberry juice! And lots of it! That always helped me when I felt a gallbladder attack coming on. I sure don't miss those. {{{HUGS!}}}
You'll be glad to know that after going to many, many open houses for new model homes down here in Florida, I can assure you that wallpaper is making a comeback. next year your house would have been in vogue had you kept the wallpaper!!
Also, tights are huge with the working girls (and by that I don't mean hookers and call girls, I mean girls who work in offices) in Boston, the fashion mecca west of Paris, north of New York and south of Toronto. But I commiserate with the Teen in that they probably wouldn't be great with a prom dress. That said, even a scarf over the bare shoulders would have been better than bare.
I know how you are feeling with gall bladder attacks. I had them and was so happy to have had the operation. Once I knew what it was (The first attack sent me curled up on the floor with my dog Haylie attacking my face with her tongue. it actually redirected my focus onto trying to get away from that than feeling as if my belly was going to explode. All the while Robert was in panic mode and called 911. I ended up in the back of an ambulance heading for the General while the attendant calmly wrote out his report and I feeling so much better thanks to Haylie) I would do stomach exercises making big bending circles, twisting, anything that would help make the attack to go away slightly faster. Quite often done in the dark beside my bed in the middle of the night.
Whew!!!
You need to post before and after photos of the house, Jill! I love this kind of thing;)
Hey re: the cran juice comment Jill I've been doing that lately and I think it's helping....ironically it was the cranberry juice that you bought me at rockin' for a cure that tipped me off. I felt really good the whole next day which is pretty amazing for me since my problem is chronic and there have only been a handful of days in the past 8 years that I have not been in pain!
Ann: Shhhhh . . . don't say that. I can assure you that I will NEVER use wallpaper again. EVER. I don't care how 'stylin' it is - lol! Besides, aren't there a lot of Floridians that walk around with socks and sandals with their shorts?! If so, then it's likely *THOSE* folks who think wall paper is cool - and well, I don't think those folks are cool either - hee hee!
Dawn: Will do!!!
Lisa: That cranberry juice almost broke the bank - lol!!! I'll buy you juice ANY day - hee hee!!
I just need to get my gall bladder out, but I've not gotten around to it. I'm going to see our 'new' (hopefully) doctor next week, and that is one of the first things on my list - along with my knee and tailbone. Yeah, I know, I'm getting old and falling apart.
Post a Comment