What a find nestled between my many colored pens! This newly found pricey long lasting lip gloss has been given a new life!
I know a lot of women will recognize the “EPH” (SEPHORA) on the side. If you are a person, like me, that will only bring cash and leave my cards at home when going to Costco, don’t even enter SEPHORA . You’ll involuntarily spend at least $65 by just crossing the threshold!
A few months back I had written “A Little Taste of Crazy” where the campus monitor and I were searching the grassy knoll behind the school for Allison’s phone.
If I wasn’t then I am now officially a “helicopter parent”.
This time Allison lost her violin. We went down to the orchestra room to look for it. We checked among all of the other violins. Allison saw it, but I said it wasn’t the hers because it didn’t have the correct tags.
The violin was rented and would cost me $340 to replace, so I was highly motivated to find it. I started out asking people as they passed by my desk and in the hallways. That then escalated to sending out a school wide email. This went on for two days.
Finally I called the rental place and asked for the serial numbers thinking another student may have taken the wrong violin. I went down to the cupboard again in the orchestra room. This is the part you’re going to love…it was there all the time!!! I felt terrible and apologized profusely to Allison.
I had to slink around the school avoiding the inevitable question, “Have you found Allison’s violin yet?” I would try to wiggle out of the question as best as I could with anemic answers such as, “Yes, thanks.” and if they asked where, I would tell most of the truth saying, “in the music room’s cupboard.”
Then I realized what I had been doing. The “absence” of detail on my part was letting them assume it was Allison’s fault!
I’m going to hell.
P.S. In good conscience I did start to elaborate as much as necessary saying something like, “It was there all along, I didn’t see it. I don’t want to talk about it”.
P.S.S. Still going to hell.
I felt so cool the way I handled my in-laws recently.
They seem to think I am not a great housekeeper. They would be right, but why do they care?
The last straw were the little hints and back handed comments about my messy car. They were making my blood boil, but I was too nice or scared to say anything. I know it is incomprehensible to some people that I could keep my mouth shut, but unfortunately it’s been figuratively beaten out of me.
I hate to clean. I find cleaning pretty close to the feeling of suffocation. As with a lot of things in life it must be done, so I do it. I put my headphones on and rock out when cleaning the toilet or loading the dishwasher. The other problem with my housekeeping skills is my ADHD or at least that is what I’m going with. I just don’t see the dirt. I mean some of it is noticeably obvious, but on my way there to clean it there is almost always something more interesting that catches my attention.
My passive aggressive stand to my in-laws was to wash my car the day after they left!
I did and then it snowed, not cool.
Oh, how we persevered, puzzle from hell!
As I was picking it out at Barnes and Noble, Emily said, “No, Mom, it’s too complicated and too many pieces.”
No, I thought, I like the picture and that is all I could focus on. The fact it was 1000 pieces of 100 cartoon horses seemed to be a non-issue.
I feel like I do this a lot; in fact I have kind of a reputation in my family of not seeing the big picture. To me it doesn’t seem to have any rhyme or reason so it is hard for me to correct. I know my loved ones would disagree. They seem to see the common denominators in these situations and try to point them out to me before I take that fatal step. Sometimes it’s something benign like the puzzle and sometimes quite severe like moving to a town with less than 800 people.
Well, this puzzle has become a metaphor for mine and Emily’s life together.
We persevered until it was done. Even though it took up half the dining room table and we made everyone squish at one end to eat, we did not give in. After two days, we did not give in. We did it together until we were seeing double. Then one would take a break and the other would continue. Tristan came by and helped a bit. Allison stuck in there for a few minutes until she announced every time, “I hate puzzles!”
When it was finally done and we realized there were three pieces missing, we felt annoyed for a minute and then let it roll off our backs. We did everything we could do and it was enough.
The puzzle was just like us, a little broken, but we could see the big picture.
By popular demand, imagined or not, I must release my diet plan to the clamoring masses.
Here is how I do it:
Wake up and have one cup of coffee with hazelnut creamer. I love creamer and I am willing to sacrifice food calories for it. I should get it delivered in a keg, have it on tap.
Coffee and creamer again at the office.
Yogurt, the best kind is the one where the water is sitting on top. You are so starving by this time it could be mold and it wouldn’t matter.
Lean cuisine or a salad for lunch.
Eat only protein like chicken breast in the evening for dinner and some veg. Just eat before 5pm. If it is after 5pm well I’m sorry you are screwed and hungry. Buck up. Wait until 7:00 pm.
Drink two glasses of wine, spread it over a couple of hours. Like the creamer, I love wine and am willing to give up that meatball sandwich in order to have it. Sacrifice, that is what it is all about in dieting. You may omit the wine, I can’t or won’t, but to each his own.
Don’t expect to be able to keep this up indefinitely, prepare yourself for a break down and eat a piece of bread or a bowl of cereal after 4-5 days.
Disclaimer: I am the only one that endorses this plan.
I have a full house this week of Christmas break.
And just how do you think I am handling the situation? You would be right, not well, not well at all. Tonight I took an anti anxiety pill I reserve for emergencies; second time in my life to use it. The first time I took one I actually had a panic attack. I was afraid what it would do to me. Irony at it’s best, the drug is to prevent panic attacks. Ha Ha Ha, what a crack up I am!
I wasn’t going to have a panic attack, but I was getting quite anxious knowing that my in-laws were joining my daughter, son in law and granddaughter (they were here first) at our house for a few days. On top of that I will be entertaining a cousin and his family. Oh, yeah then there are John’s friends. I tend to be a bit of an introvert so having this many people and for so long is wearing my nerves down.
They mean well, but when my sister-in-law starts telling me about people she knows, their names, their children’s names, their spouse’s names and their pets’ names, breed, age and gender. After I learn all of that there is the list of jobs each of them has, how great the jobs are and their co-workers. Half way through the evening I am so agitated from boredom, but trying to be polite and pay attention even by asking pertinent questions when I think appropriate. After two hours of this I feel like drowning myself in the kitchen sink.
Tonight I couldn’t take it, even though I had mother’s little helper swimming through my blood stream I begged off saying I was too tired and must go to bed. I sneaked the laptop into the bedroom and here I sit with headphones on writing to save my sanity for tomorrow.
I do most of this for my husband. I have to step up. Wait a minute, he was gone a suspiciously long time getting groceries just after they arrived. He didn’t have a good explanation of why it took one and half hours to spend $100 dollars. Coward.
My first celebrity crush was Tommy Shaw from Styx. My sister had their first album and at 12 I was transfixed by his pretty boy looks.
Then there was Jim Morrison. Adam Ant. Prince (disturbing, but true). I had a crush on a real life person for many years, an ex-boyfriend of mine.
Bono, need I say more? At least I actually met him. Shook his hand, twice! Also, met The Edge. Shook his hand too!
More recently was Johnny Depp. That crush kept going for a couple of years. It faded and I tossed him to the curb.
I was really feeling empty until, Adam Lambert. My newest pretty boy crush. I know, he’s gay, which sucks for him and me. Star crossed lovers is what we are. He is so completely gorgeous and talented I can’t believe he can’t and won’t ever be in the running. How can a straight woman have a crush on a gay man? Don’t know.
In a life like mine a little fantasy is a harmless outlet. Sex, drugs and alcohol have their merits, but having a harmless crush on someone can be quite therapeutic. They don’t demand anything from you, you can deny them when you are not in the mood and when you have moved on you don’t have to break the news to them. In fact you can be quite cruel which in itself can be freeing and satisfying. There is no splitting of the assets, the children or the pets. It’s a perfect arrangement.
There is the little thing that they don’t know you exist. I realize that, but in my case a handshake will do.