I have to start out saying I am thankful this comes before this weekend, but what a bad week to get sick. We have been fighting the stomach flu here for several days. We are almost over it, but not quite there yet. It just makes getting ready to leave town that much harder. I must admit, my stomach still is churning most the day. I just want to lay down and relax, but I feel like I have so much to do and finish for the baby shower this weekend. If only the effects of the stomach flu wouldn't linger so long. So goes life though. I might leave with a not so perfect house, but I will live. I just hope we are all done with this craziness before Friday.
My kids are a crack up. I don't know where they come up with things half the time.
Background: My house is disgusting me(big surprise, it's that spring fever cleaning time of year for me). Today while washing Harley's sheets I decided to give the whole bed a washing, mattress cover, bed skirt, all of it.
Story: I go to put on the freshly cleaned, bleached and dried bed skirt on Harley's bed (not a fun task). As I'm doing my acrobatics of balancing the mattress and laying down the bed skirt underneath it, all while trying to keep it straight, I notice a nasty looking shriveled up thing on the bed. As I get closer, without getting to close, my mind is racing as to what it could be. Some bugs nasty nest, a dried up centipede, and egg sack (I had nightmares about bugs last night, can you tell). I grab the trash and find a fruit by the foot wrapper to grab the nasty thing. My heart is pounding. I really just want to run and scream and wait for Scott, I'm a fraidy cat. I take a deep breath, scoop up the centipede and go in for a closer look, but not to close. I should note that I don't have my glasses on and really should. As I look at the disgusting things and contemplate what it could be, again with out getting to close, I decide to chuck it. I continue to work on the bed and then it hits me. The kids got a pea and stuffed it under the mattress to see if Harley could tell. Obviously she is not a princess, for she forgot about the pea and didn't even notice it. It's crushing to find out you're not royalty and heart pounding situation to clean up for the germ/bug aphob.
I am the queen of procrastination. I am very good at putting things of and then freaking out to get it done. I have always done this and continue to do this. It only adds to the felling of my life spinning out of control. You ask, "Why don't I fix it?" The answer is Who knows, certainly not me. Case in point:
Noah has been preparing for his third grade project of report on someone famous that made a difference in America. He choose to do his report on Daniel Boone. Let me tell you that kids has no (I stress the no) organization skills. We did and re-did things many times because of miss placed items. I was ready for this to be over, until last night. I realized that the next day was when he needed a costume to present his information in the living museum. YIKES!! How do you come up with an outfit like that. Luckily I thought I was ahead of the game, ha, an bought stuff to make a costume. Then the stress set in when I realized I had to have the outfit done that night and not in two days. Needless to say I got it done. The outfit was OK and his hat was a riot. BUT, I had an outfit he loved none the less. He memorized his lines, the morning of, and present them to kids all day when they pressed the button on his hand. Then we went back tonight to let the parents listen. I am happy it is over so I can work o the baby shower stuff (that I am not procrastinating) and be done with the re-doing of his report. Noah is happy to have new pj's too.
Today we went in for another check up with Noah's Psychiatrist. We sat down and went through some questions. He asked Noah if he liked school. Noah replied "No.....I LOVE it." The psychiatrist got a kick out of it and laughed for a minute and then told me I needed to record it. So I thought I would record it along with his progress. Noah is doing well on his medication. we still have our moments, but they aren't as bad or nearly as often. He is a different boy, a true 8 almost 9 year old. It is good to see. He has told me that he likes how his medicine makes him feel better and not so worried. The plan right now is to keep him on his meds. until this summer, and then when he doesn't have the pressures of school we will take him off and see how he does. His doctor says with maturity and help he can learn the coping mechanisms to deal with stress and anxiety. So we will see how it goes. I am along for the ride, as always, and hope that I can help Noah get the skills he needs to have a good life (not that I feel slightly successful at any given time).
My kids have the Webb blood that runs deep, you can't escape it no matter how hard you try. They need dessert every night before bed. I t is a part of our routine. If Noah doesn't have his dessert, he can not fall asleep. Within a few minutes of giving him his dessert he is out cold, after trying for hour to fall asleep without having it. This drives Scott crazy! He dreads the nightly, "What about dessert?" One night he had had it with the kids asking for dessert and not heading to bed. Needless to say, he lost it. He ranted and raved about how he hates dessert and whoever invented it. So, my smartalic kids came up with asking for their veggies before bedtime. So now at night I do not hear "What about dessert," but instead I hear "What about my Veggies?" That is so something my sisters and brothers would have done when we were growing up. It puts a smile on my face, not sure it should though.
Why is it so hard to feel like we have it together? Sometimes I feel OK with where I'm at, but right now I feel like a run away train barreling down the tracks with no stopping in sight. My house is in complete shams, how it got there I don't know. I NEED to work out at least 4 times a week, which is not always the easiest thing to fit in when your life is out of control. My kids asked their Dad this morning "Why is Mom mean all the time". I will admit there really is not a nice bone in my body this week, but the kids are out of control too. I can't believe how irritating they are being. I really feel like I am losing it and there is no coming back this time. Last night I felt like being hauled off to a mental hospital for some R&R. Will I every get some semblance of order in my life? Will I feel like I have control over anything? Probably not. Maybe I can fake the nice till I make it. Well off to work out and try to clean my house that is hanging on by a nail.