Details of Crazy

It’s been a month. Life got crazy…and here is where I detail the crazy.images

Last month we all exhaled from Christmas. And in our neck of the woods, Christmas came with every known virus you could think of. Everyone we knew got hit with at least 1 awful sickness. Some people got many. Have you ever read Stephen King’s “The Stand”? Hello super-flu! If you haven’t read it—your an idiot. You need to read it. ALL of it. Yes, all 1,436 pages.

Then there was my son’s birthday. At Chuck E Cheese. I was pleasantly surprised at the experience because usually CEC reminds me of every gross, germy, money-sucking, child-overrun play establishment. And this one serves beer. But this CEC was clean, orderly, and helpful. However the weeks leading up to it were murder. “How many more days till my party?” “When’s my party again?” “I CANNOT WAIT UNTIL MY PARTY!!”

His father wanted to buy him Transformers this year. He wasn’t having any luck finding them where he lives. I volunteered to help him out. Only to find out—it took me 30+ minutes to transform ONE of those things. Now he owns 5 of them. His father wrote me a check and was surprised I was willing to help him. Generally I steer clear of anything money-related with him. For the past 7 months he has been employed and Child Support Enforcement has been sending me regular checks. Yah for money! I thought…give him a break and help him out.

Bam. Unemployed again with a text telling me he’s sorry but the check is going to bounce. Hey Lucy, wanna play football?

Lastly, the weather has been kicking my ass every joint in my body. My rheumatologist would say it’s not the weather when I feel this bad. It’s the disease. And it means we need to do a better job of managing it. One thing I haven’t really tried is exercising. Who wants to exercise when the day after it leaves you in a ball of hurt?! Can I get a hell-yeah!?

In January our YMCA was offering half off their joining fee. When I calculated what I pay for a babysitter to “save my sanity” for 2 hours once a week, I realized the YMCA monthly fee was LESS. This Y has a rock wall, a heated pool (about 78), a HUGE hot tub, and indoor track, a Tween center, an endless supply of nautilus/running/biking equipment, a huge playroom, and a boat-load of classes. Drop the kids off and get time to myself while exercising. What could be better?

Here’s the rub: the day after I exercise—ball of hurt. And that’s where I am today. But I can’t give up.

So, please pass the anti-inflammatories, and the ulcer medicine (from too many anti-inflammatories).

Can I Bitch?

Well I’m going to anyway.

So, I’ve been a mother for what feels like forever a long time. I have been single-mothering-it for a few years now. Not as long as some, but more than enough for me.

I am getting married in October. Yeah! To this amazing, awesome guy who says to me, “You should really try to spend more time by yourself. Get out of the house and do something for YOU.” And he really means it. I know, awesome.

However, finding something to do for me, that fits around the rest of the family’s schedules is like threading a pool noodle through a needle. But I did my part and thought of something I’d LIKE to do for myself. Tai Chi.

Not only does it get me out of the house, it’s great for people with Rheumatoid Arthritis who need to stay active without hurting themselves. Bonus! Problem is…scheduling. There are 3 places that teach Tai Chi here. ALL THREE of them have their beginner classes on the same days, at the same time. Really people? Seriously? Of the 2 offered nights, only 1 is good for me. But it coincides with the fiancés martial arts class. So now I have to hire a babysitter.

I didn’t really have the money for the class, much less the money for a weekly babysitter. But this will be GOOD for me, right? Today’s the first class. And youuuuu guessed it. I have a sick kid. Luckily she isn’t all that sick (tummy ache, no vomiting.) So it’s still a go.

Then the babysitter calls and says she is puking. OK. Now I text another babysitter. And wait. She says yes. But I have to pick this one up. OK.

I call the pediatrician and schedule an appointment for the girl on the couch to make sure her tummy ache (which really has been coming and going for 3 weeks) isn’t something more serious. But it’s at 4:00 pm.

So, I will grab the boy off the bus at 3:40 and pack the sickie and the boy in the van to go to the appointment. Hopefully I don’t have to hit the pharmacy after. We should be home 4:45? 5:00? Just enough time to get everyone home and settled on the couch. Then I need to cook something for dinner. Something for dinner…dinner…I forgot I needed more oodles of noodles for the girl for dinner. So I have to add a trip to the store. Also need cat litter.

OK, dinner is cooking, noodles have been purchased…now to pack everyone BACK into the van to get the babysitter by 5:30. Get back home and instruct sitter to feed everyone the dinner(s) I cooked. Then RUN out the door to go to my new, stress-reducing, calming, soal-centering class without getting a speeding ticket by 6:00.

Isn’t it great to do something for myself?

Meh…

ImageI feel so…meh today. I haven’t been sleeping well. I have been feeling like crap because all my joints are aching. I actually wake up in the middle of the night in pain.

I haven’t had motivation to do much. And yet…I still have to care for and feed my children.
Therefore they watch endless hours of TV, that beautiful babysitter, so that I can do the same.

Pizza delivery for dinner again. Just like last Sunday. Yup, this sucks.