Sunday, November 18, 2007

Life Sucks


How's that for a turnaround. I went to bed at 9:00 p.m. last night, having faced the scatalogical (I'm trying to raise the reading level around here, so look out for the big words) one too many times yesterday. Coming off of the worst week of getting very little sleep, I cried uncle. I woke up this morning feeling the worst I had since I took my new job. I couldn't figure out why, but I was determined to ask for help.

After taking a shower, where Doc was kind enough to wash my back and feet, fixing my hair, putting on my make up, and donning my punk rock pants, I'm feeling much better. I took a moment to reflect on the last couple of months and realised that I've been through the shit, both literally and figuratively. I had a good reason for feeling bummed out.

So, I made some plans to get out of the house. I am highly succeptable to cabin fever, and I knew that staying around here would only make things worse. So I called my parents and made plans to see them this evening. In the meantime, I'm going to take the kids to the library and see if Elizabeth and Genn6 are up for seeing Fred Claus with us. The laundry is not done, the house needs tidying, but I've got enough clothes for the upcoming short week and there's not poop or puke anywhere. Good Housekeeping might ding me, but Parent magazine will applaud me for finding a way to enjoy life with my kids.

Perhaps having a few days off this week will trip my reset button and I'll be good to go for the duration of the holiday season. Doc has agreed to help with the Christmas shopping and Mom and Dad are planning on sending a little extra cash our way. I am a bit alarmed at my looming sense of humbuggery, but I think I'll be able to conquer it.

I know I promised a new chapter in my novel by today, but it's not going to happen. I'll get to it when I get to it. Until then, I'm going to soak up the Christmas music that is playing and watch my girls' faces light up as they look in wonder at the decorations and miles of toys.

7 comments:

  1. Hey! I can scat with the best of them.

    Shoe-be-doobie do be do bop bop shomone she doobie do...

    Feeling better?

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  2. wait a sec-- are you saying that God just gave U more than you can handle?? You need to rethink, toots, 'cuz He don'na DO dat sheeet to us!!

    ...unless... ::gasp:: WE GOT IT ALL WRONG!!

    meanwhile, "humbuggery" might have some naughty connotations to it, yew know...

    and meanwhile-meanwhile, I'm dreamin' of a big-ass purple mother of a truck to get me th' hell OUTTA here meself...

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  3. There's a reason that scat and scat are the same word. Jus' sayin'...

    I missed the only holiday I enjoy this holiday season. I need my Halloween recharge to immunize myself against the long Thanksmasalentine's season.

    I wonder if booze will work.

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  4. Drink up everyone, the lights look prettier through the blur.

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  5. Flannery, where's the link to your novel? Is it near the tightrope walker picture over on the margin? (Seriously, I don't see the link.)

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  6. I hope you are feeling a bit better today. It has been a rough few months on you, physically and mentally. You've had a lot of unjustified work/poop thrown at you at the same time you're trying to adjust to a new job and Doc's been illin' a bit himself....

    Yeah, you have every right to be tired. ;) Soory we missed you Saturday night but you made the right decision.

    luv ya!

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  7. SD: You always make me feel better.

    Hot Lemon: I knew you'd say that.

    Deadspot: There's always next year...I know that's no consolation. What's wrong with scat?

    Dale: You are correct, sir.

    BWUWG: It's invitation only. I'm a snob...but I'll invite you in.

    Genn6: Thanks for understanding. I hope you know that only wild horses could have kept me in bed when you were coming to town. And boy did they.

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