We somehow managed to survive the rainy weekend. By rainy weekend, I mean it literally rained from Friday night until Monday morning. I was very close to losing the very few marbles I have left. On Saturday we ventured to the library. Steve had a few books he wanted to check out and I agreed to take the kids to the children's wing thinking we could find some books to bring home as well. He promised me he would be "10 or 15 minutes". I really, really should have known better, having been married to the man for over seven years, that "10 or 15 minutes" in Steve speak is more like 30 - 45 minutes. Anyway, the kids were absolutely enthralled with the vast selection of books and bright colors. For about 10 minutes. After that, I was starring in my own version of hell on earth. Obviously I have toddlers and I know that they struggle (and by struggle, I mean completely don't understand) with the concept of "quiet voices". After the 63rd time of telling Stella to keep her voice down in five minutes, I realized my error in taking both kids by myself. They were pacified only by ripping books off the shelves and tossing them on a table. My OCD self was nearly hysterical trying to reshelf the books correctly while keeping up with the hooligans. After a while (let's say 6 minutes), I cried uncle and guilty just stacked the books as neatly as I could. Then began the wild chase through the shelves to find Simon. He thought it was hilarious in case you were wondering. When I did catch him and pick him up, he screamed as loud as humanly possible. After the third attempt at picking him up/ banshee screaming, I was getting "the look" from the librarians. I was completely mortified so naturally, I stormed back upstairs to find my totally relaxed, innocent husband engrossed in his search. I didn't use my library voice when I announced that we had to leave RIGHT BLOODY NOW.
Our house looked like a bad made for TV movie by late Sunday afternoon. Crap (by crap I mean toys, both child and dog, along with shredded up pieces of Murphy's latest kill which is usually a paper product of some sort) was strewn everywhere. At 5pm, I decided enough was enough and made a command decision to park the kids in front of the TV for a bit. Try not to be jealous of my amazing parenting skills. I went to pull up a show for the kids to watch from the DVR. Of course the ENTIRE system chose to freeze at that exact moment. Why is it that any technology I attempt to use only freaks out when I desperately need it? So, I called in Steve to help me out (by the way, this had already happened earlier in the day as well). Darn it if he couldn't get the stupid thing to work either. He decided to stream a movie for the kids. We chose the new Muppet Movie which was all well and good until it froze 57 times in the first 15 minutes. By this time it was close to dinner time and the kids were restless and really, how many times can you watch the opening credits since the stupid thing refused to fast forward. We finally got it working and Steve ran out to the grocery. I dared pause the movie (45 minutes in) to feed the kids dinner. After dinner, I hit start on the remote. It worked. For 30 seconds and then crashed. I fiddled and fuddled until my eyes crossed and finally gave up. I attempted to turn the regular TV back on, but I got an error message. I gave up entirely and let the kids resume their complete destruction of my home. It was an amazing weekend...
I had my pre-op appointment yesterday. My next surgery is scheduled for December 5. Luckily, this is an outpatient surgery and I'll get to sleep in my own bed that night. I was told that this surgery will be a piece of cake compared to the last two. Good news! With my pre-op appointment came the hospital registration and testing. Normally I can zip thru the entire process in an hour. Not to worry, yesterday that little pipe dream came crashing down. 90 minutes later I was on the verge of running out because I was going to be late picking up the kids. After I was about to leave, they decided I didn't need testing because I had just been in the hospital 3 months ago. Breaking news, I tell them every time I'm there that I need a damn frequent flier card. I was so irritated that I spent 90 minutes watching CNN in the pre-op waiting room. Is anything every easy?!?!?!
I hope everyone has a wonderful Thanksgiving. The kids and I are headed to Virginia to celebrate with the Riley side of the family. Steve will fly up later in the week. Say a little prayer for me as I spend 10 hours in the car by myself with my darling children listening to Jing Jang 457 times...
The Gang's All Here!
Wednesday, November 20, 2013
Thursday, November 14, 2013
The Cold Sweat
I had to break out my faux fur lined slippers. It was in the 20's here last night, so I felt like that was a reasonable time for them to make their annual debut. For anyone that knows me, you know that I really loathe wearing anything on my feet, especially socks - GAH! I feel like flip flops are a good compromise to going barefoot 9 months out of the year. That said, I do ADORE a fabulous pair of tall boots, but that's a discussion for another day. I think my point to this ramble, was that it's damn cold here right now. My faux lined slippers resemble moccasins and sometimes I forget that I have them on (and not shoes) and I leave the house with them on. Yup. I have definitely rolled up to Target in these bad boys and preschool on occasion. Nothing says classy like slippers and black yoga pants...
Since we're living in the tundra here in Georgia this week, that also means I've had to break out the winter coats. It's a joyful time for all...not. Which brings us to the conversation about kids, winter coats and car seats. Winter coats and car seats are going to be the UNDOING of my sanity. On Wednesday, it took us an extra five (5) minutes to get in the car and get buckled up. I thought my brain was going to blow out of my skull from frustration. Please keep in mind that we were already late (duh, this IS me we're talking about) so adding an extra 5 minutes to the chaos was my kryptonite. Not only do my children forget how to walk and function with their coats on, but asking them to climb into the car was a joke. I managed to wrestle Simon into his seat, not sure he was able to breathe, but that's neither here nor there. Stella was wearing her "Stay Puft" marshmallow jacket which basically doubles her width. Two attempts to buckle her into the seat and I knew it wasn't happening. "Take the jacket off!!", you cry! Yes well, that involves an extra 5 minutes convincing, bribing and pleading with the 3.75 year old to take off the damn jacket. So, I attempted to loosen the straps on the car seat which was an exercise in hilarity. Finally, I shoved all of my weight into pulling on the straps and managed to get them buckled. Stella definitely couldn't breathe (she didn't say a word on the way to school) and I was sweating. So we rolled up to school on 3 wheels and a prayer that no one suffocated on the way.
So, there you have it, pretty sure I'm not up for moving anywhere north of Georgia anytime in the near future. I've become a sissy since I moved further south, but I'm okay with that. This weekend I'm on dead plant detail. Most of my flowers were still blooming until this week when the frost rolled in. I'm pretty excited about that... If anyone would like to volunteer to rake up the 4 million leaves in my yard, I'll be happy to pay you with alcohol :)
Since we're living in the tundra here in Georgia this week, that also means I've had to break out the winter coats. It's a joyful time for all...not. Which brings us to the conversation about kids, winter coats and car seats. Winter coats and car seats are going to be the UNDOING of my sanity. On Wednesday, it took us an extra five (5) minutes to get in the car and get buckled up. I thought my brain was going to blow out of my skull from frustration. Please keep in mind that we were already late (duh, this IS me we're talking about) so adding an extra 5 minutes to the chaos was my kryptonite. Not only do my children forget how to walk and function with their coats on, but asking them to climb into the car was a joke. I managed to wrestle Simon into his seat, not sure he was able to breathe, but that's neither here nor there. Stella was wearing her "Stay Puft" marshmallow jacket which basically doubles her width. Two attempts to buckle her into the seat and I knew it wasn't happening. "Take the jacket off!!", you cry! Yes well, that involves an extra 5 minutes convincing, bribing and pleading with the 3.75 year old to take off the damn jacket. So, I attempted to loosen the straps on the car seat which was an exercise in hilarity. Finally, I shoved all of my weight into pulling on the straps and managed to get them buckled. Stella definitely couldn't breathe (she didn't say a word on the way to school) and I was sweating. So we rolled up to school on 3 wheels and a prayer that no one suffocated on the way.
So, there you have it, pretty sure I'm not up for moving anywhere north of Georgia anytime in the near future. I've become a sissy since I moved further south, but I'm okay with that. This weekend I'm on dead plant detail. Most of my flowers were still blooming until this week when the frost rolled in. I'm pretty excited about that... If anyone would like to volunteer to rake up the 4 million leaves in my yard, I'll be happy to pay you with alcohol :)
Thursday, November 7, 2013
Guilty Pleasure
I apologize in advance for this post, as I'm almost certain the sappy level will be borderline nauseating... However, my feelings are pretty intense and emotional at the moment, so I thought I'd share them will all of you.
Saturday is Simon's birthday - he's turning 2. How in the world is he already 2? Wasn't he just born a couple of months ago?!?!? I was chatting with a fellow mom today as we were walking in to school to pick up our kids. She asked me how I was feeling about Simon turning two. It was a perfectly worded question, because honestly, I've been feeling sad about this birthday for him. I remember being so excited for Stella when she turned 2, she was becoming such a big girl and learning so many new things. It's not that Simon isn't doing these same things, but I guess I'm having trouble saying good-bye to the baby years. He's my youngest and it's hard to think that before long he's not going to want to snuggle, and enjoy that "mammmma" time that we spend together each morning before her royal highness, (AKA Stella) makes her entrance. I'd also like to add that I cannot wait for Stella to turn 4, the 3's have certainly not been my favorite age.
Something I've been thinking an awful lot about this week is Simon's journey into the world to now. It's not at all like I would have wanted it to be, and yet, here we are. This is difficult for me to admit, but I also feel that it's worth sharing, in case anyone ever finds themselves in a similar situation. I consider both Stella and Simon the greatest accomplishments in my life. They will always be the two parts I did right, no matter how you add things up. I struggle with so much guilt when it comes to Simon. I was diagnosed with an extremely serious type of cancer when he was two months old. I've mentioned several times in the past that my doctors told me that having him probably saved my life. As a result, I think of Simon as my guardian angel. Cheesy as that might sound, without him, I very likely may not be sitting here typing this today. That's a pretty big title for such a little guy.
So why do I feel guilty? Mostly because I feel like he was robbed of the mom I was "supposed" to be. Because of my cancer treatments, I wasn't giving 100% of myself, because I couldn't. No, I wasn't sick, but I sure didn't feel like a million bucks. The exhaustion alone was enough to send me precariously close to the edge of hopelessness. Obviously, I realize that the situation was beyond my control, but it still happened. I also realize that I'm being hard on myself, and very likely irrational, no surprise there. The fact remains, that I have these feelings of guilt because I wasn't half the mom to Simon that I was to Stella when she was that age. With Stella I was enthusiastic, well read in the months of what to expect for each stage that first year and made all of her baby food while working a full time job. For the first year of Simon's life, it was all I could do to get him to eat solids (at 8 months, he finally resigned himself to trying solids and ate a bagel...). I would walk around Target aimlessly just trying to keep myself in motion. Play time included me lying on the floor next to him, hoping that he knew how much I really, really wanted to be the mom I wanted to be, and I just couldn't. It really pisses me off how much of his first year was me just trying to survive.
Somehow, through all of the insanity of the past 22 months, Simon has turned into an absolutely amazing kid. His smile would melt a stick of butter in a second. Kids are resilient when it comes down to it. But, even though I know he won't remember the mom I wasn't his first year, I do. It's my guilt, justified or not, that propels me forward, striving to be the best mom I can every day now. That's a bitter pill to swallow, but I also acknowledge the motivation this guilt has spurned inside me. And for that, I'm thankful. A special thank you to Simon for bringing such joy, patience (more than I could ever known!), and love into my heart. I hope one day Simon will realize just how much I appreciate everything he has done for me. Love is a powerful thing :)
Saturday is Simon's birthday - he's turning 2. How in the world is he already 2? Wasn't he just born a couple of months ago?!?!? I was chatting with a fellow mom today as we were walking in to school to pick up our kids. She asked me how I was feeling about Simon turning two. It was a perfectly worded question, because honestly, I've been feeling sad about this birthday for him. I remember being so excited for Stella when she turned 2, she was becoming such a big girl and learning so many new things. It's not that Simon isn't doing these same things, but I guess I'm having trouble saying good-bye to the baby years. He's my youngest and it's hard to think that before long he's not going to want to snuggle, and enjoy that "mammmma" time that we spend together each morning before her royal highness, (AKA Stella) makes her entrance. I'd also like to add that I cannot wait for Stella to turn 4, the 3's have certainly not been my favorite age.
Something I've been thinking an awful lot about this week is Simon's journey into the world to now. It's not at all like I would have wanted it to be, and yet, here we are. This is difficult for me to admit, but I also feel that it's worth sharing, in case anyone ever finds themselves in a similar situation. I consider both Stella and Simon the greatest accomplishments in my life. They will always be the two parts I did right, no matter how you add things up. I struggle with so much guilt when it comes to Simon. I was diagnosed with an extremely serious type of cancer when he was two months old. I've mentioned several times in the past that my doctors told me that having him probably saved my life. As a result, I think of Simon as my guardian angel. Cheesy as that might sound, without him, I very likely may not be sitting here typing this today. That's a pretty big title for such a little guy.
So why do I feel guilty? Mostly because I feel like he was robbed of the mom I was "supposed" to be. Because of my cancer treatments, I wasn't giving 100% of myself, because I couldn't. No, I wasn't sick, but I sure didn't feel like a million bucks. The exhaustion alone was enough to send me precariously close to the edge of hopelessness. Obviously, I realize that the situation was beyond my control, but it still happened. I also realize that I'm being hard on myself, and very likely irrational, no surprise there. The fact remains, that I have these feelings of guilt because I wasn't half the mom to Simon that I was to Stella when she was that age. With Stella I was enthusiastic, well read in the months of what to expect for each stage that first year and made all of her baby food while working a full time job. For the first year of Simon's life, it was all I could do to get him to eat solids (at 8 months, he finally resigned himself to trying solids and ate a bagel...). I would walk around Target aimlessly just trying to keep myself in motion. Play time included me lying on the floor next to him, hoping that he knew how much I really, really wanted to be the mom I wanted to be, and I just couldn't. It really pisses me off how much of his first year was me just trying to survive.
Somehow, through all of the insanity of the past 22 months, Simon has turned into an absolutely amazing kid. His smile would melt a stick of butter in a second. Kids are resilient when it comes down to it. But, even though I know he won't remember the mom I wasn't his first year, I do. It's my guilt, justified or not, that propels me forward, striving to be the best mom I can every day now. That's a bitter pill to swallow, but I also acknowledge the motivation this guilt has spurned inside me. And for that, I'm thankful. A special thank you to Simon for bringing such joy, patience (more than I could ever known!), and love into my heart. I hope one day Simon will realize just how much I appreciate everything he has done for me. Love is a powerful thing :)
Friday, November 1, 2013
Walk of Shame
Here we are, November already! Not that you'd know it in Georgia, it's a balmy 75 with blue skies and plenty of sunshine. Our leaves are finally at their peak, and it's gorgeous!! I've been doing a lot of hiking lately and have really enjoyed the beautiful fall we've had. There are so many great trails around here and the explorer (nerd) in me adores seeing new places.
The kids really enjoyed trick or treating last night. We've made it an annual tradition to spend our Halloween evening with good friends in their neighborhood. It's so much fun and their neighbors are great, most sit out on their porches or front stoops handing out candy. Stella and Simon went as Minnie and Mickey this year. They were so cute!!Both kids also had Halloween parties at school, so needless to say by the time we got home last night, they were exhausted. Steve (or me, not sure) spilled beer all over the stroller last night (trick or treating is much more fun with a little toter while walking) while attempting to navigate a curb... Poor choice to have the open container in the cup holder. I had to run some errands this morning, so naturally I just put Simon in stroller and we were off. As I walked into the store, I kept smelling beer. Then I was like, OMG, it smells like I've been boozing it up this morning! The stroller reeked of beer and here I am waltzing through Carter's... Ugh, talk about mother of the year! Anyway...
I had treatment yesterday. All is well in cancer land, my counts continue to look good so no scans needed at this time, yay!! I was hoping to get my flu shot yesterday, but after waiting an hour and a half for my herceptin, I didn't have an extra hour to wait for a shot. Good lord they were slammed with patients yesterday! Every single treatment chair was filled (I think there are 50?!?!) and I've never seen that happen before. Nothing says Happy Halloween like chemo!
The kids really enjoyed trick or treating last night. We've made it an annual tradition to spend our Halloween evening with good friends in their neighborhood. It's so much fun and their neighbors are great, most sit out on their porches or front stoops handing out candy. Stella and Simon went as Minnie and Mickey this year. They were so cute!!Both kids also had Halloween parties at school, so needless to say by the time we got home last night, they were exhausted. Steve (or me, not sure) spilled beer all over the stroller last night (trick or treating is much more fun with a little toter while walking) while attempting to navigate a curb... Poor choice to have the open container in the cup holder. I had to run some errands this morning, so naturally I just put Simon in stroller and we were off. As I walked into the store, I kept smelling beer. Then I was like, OMG, it smells like I've been boozing it up this morning! The stroller reeked of beer and here I am waltzing through Carter's... Ugh, talk about mother of the year! Anyway...
I had treatment yesterday. All is well in cancer land, my counts continue to look good so no scans needed at this time, yay!! I was hoping to get my flu shot yesterday, but after waiting an hour and a half for my herceptin, I didn't have an extra hour to wait for a shot. Good lord they were slammed with patients yesterday! Every single treatment chair was filled (I think there are 50?!?!) and I've never seen that happen before. Nothing says Happy Halloween like chemo!
Wednesday, October 23, 2013
Just Kidding
I know I said in my last post that I was having surgery tomorrow. Just kidding on that. We just couldn't get our schedules/ calendars/ children to align, so my surgery has been postponed until December. Yup, smack dab in the middle of the holiday season, should be just dandy for everyone. I thought I'd spread a little extra holiday cheer this year...
I wish I had more time to write this week, but I'm drowning in unfinished to-do lists. Out of pure guilt, I volunteered to be Simon's room mom for his class. I volunteered out of guilt because no one else volunteered and I couldn't stand the thought of his teachers not being appreciated (a HUGE deal at my kids school) and someone to organize our class basket for the silent auction (our schools only fundraiser, it's really cool). Well, in true Erin fashion, I had no idea what I was signing up for. I am in way over my head, and I'm probably the most out-of-control parent of the group. We're always late for school and this week alone I've had two different moms compliment me on my "calm demeanor" strolling into school late. Wait, what?!?! One, I'm sure they were being sarcastic and two, Im pretty sure my hair is on fire and we're lucky if both kids have on matching shoes along with the correct lunches in the correct bags (yes, I've screwed that up, don't worry). So, to sum up, I'm out of control at the moment.
Also, I typed this on the iPad, so please pardon my extreme typing and 567 errors!!
I wish I had more time to write this week, but I'm drowning in unfinished to-do lists. Out of pure guilt, I volunteered to be Simon's room mom for his class. I volunteered out of guilt because no one else volunteered and I couldn't stand the thought of his teachers not being appreciated (a HUGE deal at my kids school) and someone to organize our class basket for the silent auction (our schools only fundraiser, it's really cool). Well, in true Erin fashion, I had no idea what I was signing up for. I am in way over my head, and I'm probably the most out-of-control parent of the group. We're always late for school and this week alone I've had two different moms compliment me on my "calm demeanor" strolling into school late. Wait, what?!?! One, I'm sure they were being sarcastic and two, Im pretty sure my hair is on fire and we're lucky if both kids have on matching shoes along with the correct lunches in the correct bags (yes, I've screwed that up, don't worry). So, to sum up, I'm out of control at the moment.
Also, I typed this on the iPad, so please pardon my extreme typing and 567 errors!!
Wednesday, October 16, 2013
Crazytown
So, it's been a busy week so far. We went to the pumpkin patch over the weekend (along with at least half of the state of Georgia, holy humanity...) which, although hot and crowded, was really fun. We met up with our very good friends (family, as we think of them) and Stella's future husband. Yes, it's an arranged marriage and no, I'm not kidding (well, I'm mostly kidding, but sort of not...). Surely arranged marriages are going to make a comeback at some point, right? Things are just so much easier this way ;) (okay, obviously I'm kidding, but wouldn't life be so much more interesting?!?!). Anyway... we picked out some pumpkins, devoured some pumpkin bread and enjoyed the beautiful weather.
On Monday I decided to meet up with a friend so we could take our kids to the zoo. I figured Monday would be a slow day since it's the beginning of the week and all. Or, it wasn't because apparently Monday was a holiday (sorry Columbus, you're not hugely popular in the south). Yeah, my bad on that one. So, we joined the other half of Atlanta at the zoo. We did have a great time and the kids were beyond excited. We always ride the train while we're there - a huge favorite of both Stella and Simon. This trip we decided to try out the carousel. Stella was absolutely beaming and just thrilled beyond her wildest dreams. I think Simon enjoyed it, but nothing like Stella did. She's still talking about riding the "casserole" :).
Today I had a check-up with my plastic surgeon. She's not happy (that's an understatement) with my results. Admittedly, the girls are not perfect yet and my surgeon, being the perfectionist that she is, wants them fixed. I wasn't surprised by this news, and honestly, if the girls are going to be new, might as well have them perfect! So, Steve and I sat down with her surgery coordinator to work out a date. Turns out, the only available date between now and Christmas, is next week. So, SURPRISE! I'm having surgery next week!! Ready or not... Yes, I'm completely aware of the insanity of this, but I'm also anxious to get a move on with my life. And, I have no interest in giving up any of my holiday time with family. So, ready or not, surgery is scheduled for Thursday, October 24th. This surgery only requires an overnight stay in the hospital (not 4 days like last time), so my recovery time should be quick and relatively painless.
In other Crazytown news, Murphy was kind enough to dig up one of our sprinkler heads in the yard. Super sweet of her. She also destroyed my decorative gourds and finished off the one wicker chair I had left in the sunroom. Don't worry, we also took a $120 trip to the vet yesterday only to discover that there's NOTHING wrong with her (other than she's a complete terror). I took her to the vet because she's been favoring her right front leg. She even refused to come down the stairs for a couple of days. We think she's got an awkward nail (for lack of a better term) that may cause her some pain. Of course at the vet, she was walking perfectly and charming everyone there. We were given new anti-inflammatories which "only" cost $60... Living in the loony bin is so much fun, weeeeeeeeeee!!!
On Monday I decided to meet up with a friend so we could take our kids to the zoo. I figured Monday would be a slow day since it's the beginning of the week and all. Or, it wasn't because apparently Monday was a holiday (sorry Columbus, you're not hugely popular in the south). Yeah, my bad on that one. So, we joined the other half of Atlanta at the zoo. We did have a great time and the kids were beyond excited. We always ride the train while we're there - a huge favorite of both Stella and Simon. This trip we decided to try out the carousel. Stella was absolutely beaming and just thrilled beyond her wildest dreams. I think Simon enjoyed it, but nothing like Stella did. She's still talking about riding the "casserole" :).
Today I had a check-up with my plastic surgeon. She's not happy (that's an understatement) with my results. Admittedly, the girls are not perfect yet and my surgeon, being the perfectionist that she is, wants them fixed. I wasn't surprised by this news, and honestly, if the girls are going to be new, might as well have them perfect! So, Steve and I sat down with her surgery coordinator to work out a date. Turns out, the only available date between now and Christmas, is next week. So, SURPRISE! I'm having surgery next week!! Ready or not... Yes, I'm completely aware of the insanity of this, but I'm also anxious to get a move on with my life. And, I have no interest in giving up any of my holiday time with family. So, ready or not, surgery is scheduled for Thursday, October 24th. This surgery only requires an overnight stay in the hospital (not 4 days like last time), so my recovery time should be quick and relatively painless.
In other Crazytown news, Murphy was kind enough to dig up one of our sprinkler heads in the yard. Super sweet of her. She also destroyed my decorative gourds and finished off the one wicker chair I had left in the sunroom. Don't worry, we also took a $120 trip to the vet yesterday only to discover that there's NOTHING wrong with her (other than she's a complete terror). I took her to the vet because she's been favoring her right front leg. She even refused to come down the stairs for a couple of days. We think she's got an awkward nail (for lack of a better term) that may cause her some pain. Of course at the vet, she was walking perfectly and charming everyone there. We were given new anti-inflammatories which "only" cost $60... Living in the loony bin is so much fun, weeeeeeeeeee!!!
Thursday, October 10, 2013
Sh!tastic Thursday
I had the morning from hell. Our mornings are normally an exercise in chaos, but this morning really took it to the next dimension. I knew we had a busy day on tap - I had treatment today which meant I ALSO had to be showered, decently dressed (I try not to wear my normal mom clothes - which would be black yoga pants, flip flops and a tee shirt when I have doctor's appointments. Call me crazy, but dressing "professionally" makes me feel good, therefore I don't mind having 5,000 doctor's appointments like it's my job...), and fed before we walk out the door. I have also learned that my coffee needs to be completely consumed at least 30 minutes before my temperature is taken or they freak out that I might have a fever, but that's a story for another day... Anyway, I overslept and so did the kids. I absolutely loathe starting my day out behind. I got up, showered, got the kids up and fed them breakfast. While I feed them breakfast, I pack their lunches for school. They both like string cheese, so I always wait until we're headed out the door before I put that in their lunch boxes. So, I left the lunch boxes on the island (like I always do) and began the battle of getting the kids dressed. As a side note, isn't 3.5 years old way too young to have an opinion on clothes, hair and accessories? Good lord, please help me when Stella is a teenager. We were upstairs for 15 minutes max and only a few minutes behind schedule. And then we came back downstairs to complete destruction. Oh yes, our "darling" Murphy helped herself to both lunch boxes and their contents. Whoever said grapes are fatal to dogs obviously hasn't met Murphy - they didn't even phase her. She also ate the little plastic containers that the food was in. Of course I was completely frazzled because I had to re-pack both lunches and find containers to put them in. If you've ever seen my Tupperware cabinet, you know this was a horribly daunting task. Matching bowls and lids...hilarious. We were SO late for school and we all know how that rattles my OCD timetable cage, AUGHHHH!
Anyway, I had promised myself that since I had treatment today, I would treat myself to a pumpkin spice latte for the drive to the hospital. On my way to Starbucks, I realized I left my phone at home (add another level of awesomeness here). Since I was already late, I decided to go in and order my coffee instead of sitting in the drive thru. There wasn't a line so I was (in my head, mind you) cheering the near return to my timetable. Until I went to pick up my drink and the cup exploded. Yup, not sure what was going on there, but I guess in hindsight I'm really lucky I didn't burn the skin off of my hand. Of course I was mortified and flustered, AGAIN. The guy behind me laughed, but he was allowed to since his day sucked more than mine. He ordered his drink and then realized he forgot his wallet... So, after getting a new cup and only 2/3 of my latte, I jumped in the car, zoomed home to get my phone and headed down to treatment.
Luckily, treatment was uneventful and all my numbers looked great. I'm not sure everyone appreciated my new pumpkin spice perfume, but really, who doesn't love fall? I was just bringing a little ambiance to the room...
It may be that the universe is upset with me. You see, last night I went to the gym and took a Zumba class. My first one in over 4 years. What was I thinking, upsetting the balance of the universe by doing something healthy? Shame on me!! And, not to worry, after 4 years I was still going right while everyone else was going left. I really need to work on that. Yeah, just try to bask in the aura of my awesomeness :) If you see pigs flying tonight, I swear I had nothing to do with it!!
Anyway, I had promised myself that since I had treatment today, I would treat myself to a pumpkin spice latte for the drive to the hospital. On my way to Starbucks, I realized I left my phone at home (add another level of awesomeness here). Since I was already late, I decided to go in and order my coffee instead of sitting in the drive thru. There wasn't a line so I was (in my head, mind you) cheering the near return to my timetable. Until I went to pick up my drink and the cup exploded. Yup, not sure what was going on there, but I guess in hindsight I'm really lucky I didn't burn the skin off of my hand. Of course I was mortified and flustered, AGAIN. The guy behind me laughed, but he was allowed to since his day sucked more than mine. He ordered his drink and then realized he forgot his wallet... So, after getting a new cup and only 2/3 of my latte, I jumped in the car, zoomed home to get my phone and headed down to treatment.
Luckily, treatment was uneventful and all my numbers looked great. I'm not sure everyone appreciated my new pumpkin spice perfume, but really, who doesn't love fall? I was just bringing a little ambiance to the room...
It may be that the universe is upset with me. You see, last night I went to the gym and took a Zumba class. My first one in over 4 years. What was I thinking, upsetting the balance of the universe by doing something healthy? Shame on me!! And, not to worry, after 4 years I was still going right while everyone else was going left. I really need to work on that. Yeah, just try to bask in the aura of my awesomeness :) If you see pigs flying tonight, I swear I had nothing to do with it!!
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