To all my beloved followers,
I must apologize for my lack of blogging over the past couple, or perhaps few, months. Life has been insanely crazy and most days I'm not sure if I'm coming or going. Lest we not forget the title of my blog, "The Insanity Chronicles" and friends, I am the Queen!
Let's try to get you up to speed with the insanity around here, shall we? As far as I can tell my last blog was in October, WOW! I do suck and have let my court down! I am very sorry and I hope that you can find it in your blessed little hearts to forgive me (I HATE a grudge holder - please don't make me hate you). I feel pretty confident this blog will be more like a novel so you better just grab a drink and get cozy!
October: Came and went, the kids went trick or treating. Abigail played the role of Dorothy, Emma was a Zombie, Olivia and Sarah were both witches. Boy do I miss the days of sweet little Disney Princess costumes! In some ways I am glad to see them go. Why? Well if you think about it, I mean really think about it, Snow White, Cinderella, Aurora and the likes all start off as broken, if you will, meet Mr Perfect, fall in love and ride off into the sunset. Is this reality??? Hell no! I don't want my daughters buying into this fantasy. It's a set-up for a life of misery. Jaded? Why thank you, yes I am!
November: In case you were unaware, there was a presidential election. I, of course, was glad to see it come to an end despite the fact it put cold hard cash into our checking account. It never ceases to amaze me how passionate people become over politics. Seriously, I am not willing to lose friendships and family members because I don't share like opinions. In my humble ole opinion, each elected official brings their own screwed up agenda to office - It's four years, eight max and then some other idiot moves in with their version of what "We The People" need.
My bestie was the first to hit a numerical birthday that we all dread for the same reason - it's a milestone birthday. However, I think she wore it well, alone, for the month and a half it took me to catch up. On a positive note, it also marks thirty years of friendship for us and how many people can say that these days? No gift required!
November also brings the death of harmless turkeys all over, we cheerfully call it, Thanksgiving. Thank you little turkeys for your yummy light and dark meat smothered in dressing and gravy. YUM! All kidding aside, I am not particularly fond of this holiday for various reasons. Do you really care what my various reasons are? Bottom line, I'm going to tell you so deal with it! I haven't been around for awhile, I have a lot to say.
1. Not a huge fan of turkey
*Did the pilgrims not have access to a cow? Why not fillet mignon?
2. I despise pumpkin pie.
3. Black Friday
*This signifies assholes coming out of every nook and cranny to spread holiday cheer!
4. Christmas wish lists
*Because money just falls like manna from the sky????
5. I work in retail
*No comment needed*
December: A lot of things happened in this month of my birth - A queen was born! End of story, right? HA!
For starters, I began to see a therapist at the urging of my family physician. Why? Let me count thy reasons........For several years now I have been on medication for anxiety. Anxious? Me? Doubtful! Anxiety medication never has had the desired effect - I never felt a true relief from what my doctor felt sure was ailing me. I had told her and told her I didn't think I was anxious. No, I felt pretty sure it was something else, something one of my children had been diagnosed with - Attention Deficit Disorder. Shut the front door! She had refused to treat me for it without my seeking the educated opinion of a licensed shrink. I had delayed this for at least a year because the last thing I want to do in my 42.7 seconds of free time is sit down on a couch and spill my guts about how disorganized and scatterbrained I am. What I finally decided was this, my family has suffered me long enough. You may be thinking, "Dear Queen, we all feel like this sometimes....scatterbrained, disorganized and a little bit lost!" I assure you, my level of chaos is like a constant hurricane.
It took two appointments for her to determine without a doubt, I was certifiably suffering from A.D.D. At the first appointment we just talked about why I was there and family history. She gave me a 128 question test to fill out at my own pace over two weeks. The questions were yes or no and she assured me it was "OKAY" to just do a few at a time. I thought, "Easy, piece of cake, this will be a ten minute test, worse case scenario - fifteen minutes. Are you sitting down? I finished the test the morning I was supposed to be turning it in. Not because it was hard or it required a lot of thought or effort - it took me two weeks because I have it - I have the A.D.D.!!!! Truth be told, the questions had me in stitches. I would tell you some of them but I don't have a copy of it anymore. Just know that what you find annoying in some people, they find hilarious about themselves simply because it is so ridiculous. As if some Christmas miracle had occurred my doctor prescribed me Adderal on Christmas Eve.
You might assume the above mentioned was the end of December, you would be mistaken. There is more, always more where I am concerned. We took on three new residents at our abode. It's the Insanity people, I can't control it! May be it's the A.D.D. no one can say for sure!
The first new resident is Woody. He is the sweetest, cutest boxer ever! I am pretty sure I failed to mention before my sweet little Lilly passed away unexpectedly in late November. This left a huge hole in my heart. She was my little companion. If you don't have a dog or even if you do - you totally take for granted your love for them! I may call my dogs, especially Mabel, every name in the book but I love them all dearly. Back to Woody now, he was abandoned at the old dog pound in Columbus by a spiteful man. I am grateful though because had this man had a heart, I wouldn't have Woody now. He has been a great addition to our family and like Lilly - he loves me the best!
The other two residents are humans - we are an equal opportunity facility after all! They came to live with us after my friend decided there were irreconcilable differences in her marriage. It happens! Those damn Disney Princesses strike again....happily ever after is for the naive. Don't jump me about this - I am completely entitled to have an opinion. Sometimes things just don't work out and it takes bravery to admit it's time to make your own happily ever after! You may also be thinking, "Girl, you have lost your mind!" but the joke is on you, I lost mine a long long long time ago!
The truth is, it hasn't been a hard transition. I entirely understand the whole "sister-wife" theory! It's fantastic having another "Mom" in the house. In the words of the Wonder Pets, "What's gonna work? Team WORK!" I have an extra set of hands around here to help clean, fold laundry, do dishes, chauffeur the kids and a whole list of other perks. We don't share the King of the house - just in case you were wondering! All in all, I think everyone here is happy with all the new residents.
January Oh January: The King of our homestead made some big changes. He took a promotion (which to me doesn't seem like a promotion at all) at work. This required a decision in two hours. They called and offered him a position as a Corporal in the jail. Much to my surprise, he accepted it and was promoted the very next day! I went with him to the ceremony, along with several other K9 officers. We stood in the back whispering amongst ourselves about this so-called promotion until it was time for him to get his new stripes. I was honored to move to the front of the room and place these new stripes on his uniform along with his new badge. Let me clarify my discord about this promotion to Corporal.
First of all, we have to give up Mira. Despite the fact she ate an entire sectional couch to show her dissatisfaction with our choice to leave her alone, we kind of love her. She probably has a couple more weeks here with us, not sure about the time frame but it will be a sad day when we have to say goodbye to her.
Secondly, the take home cruiser had to be turned in to the department. Goodbye free ride to work - Hello gas station!
Lastly, different work hours for the mister. He is now a first shift worker. Yup, 7am to 3pm. My first inclination was to dread the idea he would be home EVERY night. No more control of the remote control, no more free time alone in the evenings and a whole list of negatives. Before you judge me, let me further explain alright? We have been married almost 20 years and in those 20 years he has only ever worked 1st shift during training periods at work. The kids and I are not accustomed to him being "around". This was going to throw a huge wrench in our existence! As it turns out, I hate this new shift for an entirely different reason. I NEVER see him now. Who'd a thunk it? Not me! Between the kids activities and my working part-time, we just don't really get to spend time together anymore. It has become apparent to me I was irritated for all the wrong reasons. It's true, hindsight is 20/20.
Other than all of the above mentioned, we are busy as ever running to dance, gymnastics and me working but we're plugging away at this thing called life and I wouldn't change it if I could. I am just sorry that you all have to suffer without my regular blogging. I do the best I can.
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
Friday, February 8, 2013
Sunday, October 14, 2012
Who's Your Favorite?
fa·vor·ite
[fey-ver-it, feyv-rit] Show IPA
noun
1. a person or thing regarded with special favor or preference: That song is an old favorite of mine.
2. Sports . a competitor considered likely to win.
3. a person or thing popular with the public.
4. a person treated with special or undue favor by a king, official, etc.: favorites at the court.
Let's face it, we are born with innate preferences and as we grow in knowledge and experience, we find things that we love as well as despise. It's a matter of fact, pretty people get ahead in this world - don't even try to argue this untrue. The beautiful, the skinny, he with the most (insert whatever here) wins, and all kinds of what society views as perfection is given "preference". FACT
If you haven't already figured it out, today's edition of my blog is not about playing favorites at home. The battle of favorites in the eyes of one's own children can never be won - well at least not until they have children of their own and realize there is a special kind of compartmentalized love for each and every child. You love them each whole-heartedly. This chronicle is about the world.
How do you teach your children to be fair and to give every one a chance when this example is lacking every where you look? As a parent, I am trying to instill into my four hooligans to be honest, fair, dedicated to their activities and the horrible truth: The world is not a fair place! At times it seems impossible to teach these lessons. We all want the very best for your our offspring and for some of us, it means robbing Peter to pay Paul and in desperate cases, beating down Mary! I know this seems like ramblings of a mad woman but rest assured, this IS going somewhere.
The competitive world is ugly and YET I have three out of four of my children in knee deep! It's the insanity, it has to be! In competition there will always be a winner and there will always be a loser. I'm okay with this. What I am not okay with is blatant favoritism. I am forever telling a dear friend of mine, "No worries, they will get by on their own accord". Truth be told, this is only partially true. I have seen this go either way but in my heart of hearts, I must believe sometimes it's true. We spend a vast majority of our time training in our activities of choice and always hope our best will shine through - sometimes our best isn't enough.
Today we had a mock competition and overall I think everyone did their best! It was awesome to see the fruit of their labors come into fruition. What I am taking issue with is the fairness of the judgement. Do I think my daughter was scored fairly? I actually do. Do I think others were? Not so much. You see, some of them are what I would kinda, actually consider, "favorites". It just miffs me a bit. Guess what? You are going to find this shocking......I am going to tell you why!
When preferential treatment is given to some, only the ones given said treatment are generally going to reach success. What is the hope for those who aren't given the same? Why should they even try? My hope is they will rise above the circumstance, take every opportunity given to them and kick the butts of those given preference. Please don't think me a poor sport! I do believe the girls who came out ahead today were deserving. Truthfully, I watch them work on their craft and am completely amazed at what they accomplish! Furthermore, it isn't their fault they are chosen. The issue for me is how difficult it becomes for someone to be impartial when put in a position of judging their own work and/or prodigies if you will. Just do the opposite of Nike's slogan, "Don't do it!". I would have thought more of the results had impartial evaluation taken place. I know! I know! Do I want some wine with my cheese? I think I may even be repeating myself at this point.
The question became are these girls ready to compete? My opinion, yes I have one, we won't know until we put them out there. When it became a matter to be voted on, after a heated debate, I abstained from voting because I felt too conflicted to put my opinion out there. I believe as a whole the coach is the best judge of readiness. I also believe what I heard from another parent, others are already competing, being critiqued and improving on their abilities. We are coming in behind the game! What really struck me about this heated debate was every time a dash of nepotism was thrown in, the parent threw it back as a reminder they are a team. What a cool drink of water, eh?
In conclusion, it doesn't matter if it costs everyone the same financially because some will ultimately pay more than others.
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
Thursday, October 11, 2012
What I Deal With
My offspring keep me on my tippy toes at all times. There is no rest for the weary people! It should come as no surprise to you my life is a three ring circus, therefore, you won't be anything less than entertained by this week in review.
First of all, the fire department visited Sarah's kindergarten class last Thursday. She arrived off the bus in full chatter about all the things she had learned from their visit. Just to name a few, "Stop, drop, roll - and cover your face!", "In an emergency call 9-1-1" and "Never, EVER play with matches! EVER!" It never ceases to amaze me how much Sarah takes in from the world and this was no exception. In fact, the entire family had to hear about her escape plan, how we should never play with matches and it's okay if the dogs are still in the house, even if we make it out first because the firemen will save them. She's a smart kid, I'll give her that. However, smart can be made into a compound word: smart ass. See how easy that was? Before you judge me for calling my sweet little five year old a smart ass - you should live with her! Truthfully, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree but for all intense purposes this is the best description I could give for her.
Fast forward to Monday afternoon....
Sarah gets home from school and we are just hanging out enjoying some quality time. I decide to go out on the deck and enjoy some sunshine with my cigarette (Calm down people! I smoke outside and yes, I know smoking is likely going to kill me but it's my vice so give me a break, alright?) I light up my cigarette and take a little drag and sit my lighter on the table. Sarah comes out back, looks at me, looks at the lighter and then back at me as she moves her hand towards my lighter. Her finger extends and there it is! Her little pointer finger is on the lighter and she exclaims, "Well look at that! Nothing! Nothing is happening Mom! My teacher was sooooooooo wrong!" I couldn't help but laugh and think to myself that this child will be the death of me. Seriously, she is the last apple to fall in the basket and her mind is sharp as a tack. Lest we forget that I am coming up on my 29k birthday and by the time she is a teenager I am going to be completely exhausted, out of whitty comebacks and 100% certifiable. Pray for me!
On Tuesday, one of my teenage daughters came home from school and informed me that one of the emu/goth girls at school shaved her head, leaving only a Mohawk on top of her head. Lovely, right? Then an update on the pregnant girl (8th grade...ugggg), she is apparently back at school. I write this as if I had previously mentioned it and I haven't. I seriously can't imagine it and will just leave it at that - she's back at school. This is where the story shows my advance maternal age - She tells me one of the boys was stoned at school. Alright before I go on, she continued on to say he got suspended because he was high at school and apparently dealing drugs. My story couldn't proceed without me throwing that little tidbit in there because once I tell you my immediate after she told me he was stoned at school, you will not even care there was more because you'll be too busy thinking what a moron I am!
Her: Mom, a boy was stoned at school today!
In my mind: STONED? Why would they ever do such a thing in this day and age? Where were the teachers? Holy Mackerel....what is this world coming to? Where did they get the stones to throw at him?
Me: Do you mean he was high?
No, I'm not old enough to remember a time when anyone anywhere was stoned. This is a perfect example of growing older and wanting to pretend like MY kids don't know the lingo.
Sadly, I am of that age.
Moving on to Wednesday, both of my eighth grade children came home from school and confessed they both got in trouble at school. What is wrong with them? Why do they feel it necessary to confess all of their transgressions to me? I would have never busted myself out if I knew my parents weren't going to find out. I guess it's a sign of the relationship we have. I think as a parent it is very difficult to pretend to agree with the "establishment" for the sake of solidarity. Anyone else find this challenging? May be I should clarify what I mean here.
Lets say your child gets a lunch detention for not completing a homework assignment. She thought she finished it in her support class. Much to her dismay this wasn't the case and therefore there must be a consequence. For the record, I am down with consequences but in my opinion the punishment must fit the crime. Someone please tell me what happened to the days when you turned incomplete work in, it was simply reflected in your grade? They are apparently gone with the wind. Here is what happened to my daughter. First her teacher sent her to sit in the hall to fill out her lunch detention paperwork and proceeded to forget about her. So she sat out in the hall, (Because let's face it, who wants to risk more trouble by reminding the teacher you are out there?) and missed the entire day's lesson. Honestly!!!!!! I just do NOT understand this thought process at all! Let me get this straight, my A.D.D. child (probably the reason she thought her homework was done and in fact wasn't) was sent to the hall, forgotten about and missed the entire days lesson, then had to sit in the cafeteria at a "special" table to further her punishment? WOW! Lesson learned, no doubt.
The other rebellious child was given a color change and a five point deduction from her grade. Why? The better question here is: Why are they giving color changes to 8th graders?? HA! In the 8th grade they are required to have a flash drive. The assignment was a power point presentation and due on the flash drive. Never mind if she knows how to use one or not, or say her mother! The night before the presentation was due, she had completed her work and transferred it to the flash drive - or in this case did not transfer the assignment. According to her father, she was very excited and proud of herself to have figured it out all on her own. She went to school and low and behold, no presentation on the flash drive! Again, I am okay with consequence. In this situation however, what is the point? Your expectation is to hand a child a flash drive and expect they or their parent knows how to use it? EERRRRRR Point deduction fine - but a pointless color change? Come on, really?
My point is this: There are kids at their school doing far worse things (please see above) and they are handing out lunch detention because a kid didn't complete their assignment? I have never heard of such a thing until now. What has our world come to?
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
First of all, the fire department visited Sarah's kindergarten class last Thursday. She arrived off the bus in full chatter about all the things she had learned from their visit. Just to name a few, "Stop, drop, roll - and cover your face!", "In an emergency call 9-1-1" and "Never, EVER play with matches! EVER!" It never ceases to amaze me how much Sarah takes in from the world and this was no exception. In fact, the entire family had to hear about her escape plan, how we should never play with matches and it's okay if the dogs are still in the house, even if we make it out first because the firemen will save them. She's a smart kid, I'll give her that. However, smart can be made into a compound word: smart ass. See how easy that was? Before you judge me for calling my sweet little five year old a smart ass - you should live with her! Truthfully, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree but for all intense purposes this is the best description I could give for her.
Fast forward to Monday afternoon....
Sarah gets home from school and we are just hanging out enjoying some quality time. I decide to go out on the deck and enjoy some sunshine with my cigarette (Calm down people! I smoke outside and yes, I know smoking is likely going to kill me but it's my vice so give me a break, alright?) I light up my cigarette and take a little drag and sit my lighter on the table. Sarah comes out back, looks at me, looks at the lighter and then back at me as she moves her hand towards my lighter. Her finger extends and there it is! Her little pointer finger is on the lighter and she exclaims, "Well look at that! Nothing! Nothing is happening Mom! My teacher was sooooooooo wrong!" I couldn't help but laugh and think to myself that this child will be the death of me. Seriously, she is the last apple to fall in the basket and her mind is sharp as a tack. Lest we forget that I am coming up on my 29k birthday and by the time she is a teenager I am going to be completely exhausted, out of whitty comebacks and 100% certifiable. Pray for me!
On Tuesday, one of my teenage daughters came home from school and informed me that one of the emu/goth girls at school shaved her head, leaving only a Mohawk on top of her head. Lovely, right? Then an update on the pregnant girl (8th grade...ugggg), she is apparently back at school. I write this as if I had previously mentioned it and I haven't. I seriously can't imagine it and will just leave it at that - she's back at school. This is where the story shows my advance maternal age - She tells me one of the boys was stoned at school. Alright before I go on, she continued on to say he got suspended because he was high at school and apparently dealing drugs. My story couldn't proceed without me throwing that little tidbit in there because once I tell you my immediate after she told me he was stoned at school, you will not even care there was more because you'll be too busy thinking what a moron I am!
Her: Mom, a boy was stoned at school today!
In my mind: STONED? Why would they ever do such a thing in this day and age? Where were the teachers? Holy Mackerel....what is this world coming to? Where did they get the stones to throw at him?
Me: Do you mean he was high?
No, I'm not old enough to remember a time when anyone anywhere was stoned. This is a perfect example of growing older and wanting to pretend like MY kids don't know the lingo.
Sadly, I am of that age.
Moving on to Wednesday, both of my eighth grade children came home from school and confessed they both got in trouble at school. What is wrong with them? Why do they feel it necessary to confess all of their transgressions to me? I would have never busted myself out if I knew my parents weren't going to find out. I guess it's a sign of the relationship we have. I think as a parent it is very difficult to pretend to agree with the "establishment" for the sake of solidarity. Anyone else find this challenging? May be I should clarify what I mean here.
Lets say your child gets a lunch detention for not completing a homework assignment. She thought she finished it in her support class. Much to her dismay this wasn't the case and therefore there must be a consequence. For the record, I am down with consequences but in my opinion the punishment must fit the crime. Someone please tell me what happened to the days when you turned incomplete work in, it was simply reflected in your grade? They are apparently gone with the wind. Here is what happened to my daughter. First her teacher sent her to sit in the hall to fill out her lunch detention paperwork and proceeded to forget about her. So she sat out in the hall, (Because let's face it, who wants to risk more trouble by reminding the teacher you are out there?) and missed the entire day's lesson. Honestly!!!!!! I just do NOT understand this thought process at all! Let me get this straight, my A.D.D. child (probably the reason she thought her homework was done and in fact wasn't) was sent to the hall, forgotten about and missed the entire days lesson, then had to sit in the cafeteria at a "special" table to further her punishment? WOW! Lesson learned, no doubt.
The other rebellious child was given a color change and a five point deduction from her grade. Why? The better question here is: Why are they giving color changes to 8th graders?? HA! In the 8th grade they are required to have a flash drive. The assignment was a power point presentation and due on the flash drive. Never mind if she knows how to use one or not, or say her mother! The night before the presentation was due, she had completed her work and transferred it to the flash drive - or in this case did not transfer the assignment. According to her father, she was very excited and proud of herself to have figured it out all on her own. She went to school and low and behold, no presentation on the flash drive! Again, I am okay with consequence. In this situation however, what is the point? Your expectation is to hand a child a flash drive and expect they or their parent knows how to use it? EERRRRRR Point deduction fine - but a pointless color change? Come on, really?
My point is this: There are kids at their school doing far worse things (please see above) and they are handing out lunch detention because a kid didn't complete their assignment? I have never heard of such a thing until now. What has our world come to?
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Hand, Foot and Mouth
Based on the title of this particular blog, you might think I was talking about inserting my hand or foot into my mouth. As likely as this prospect is, where I am concerned, this is not the case here. No friends, I am referring to a childhood virus called Coxsackie Disease, also known as Hand, Foot, Mouth Disease. Hand, Foot, Mouth Disease (Coxsackie Disease) is a virus in which the hands, feet and mouth become covered in bumps/blisters. It is sometimes accompanied by a fever - this was not the case with Olivia.
I picked her up from school for gymnastics on Thursday and when I turned around to say hello, I noticed she had some kind of rash on her legs. I thought to myself, "Well that's strange!" and drove on out of the pick up line. I investigated the rash a bit when we got to the gym and determined (because I'm a non-licensed doctor in my spare time) it must just be some kind of a contact dermatitis; After all, she was rolling around in the front yard the night before! She did her time in the gym and on the way home we stopped by my work and got some of that Aveeno oatmeal bath.
The next morning the rash on her legs was gone. YAY! Oh snap! Hold up sister....this is strange, what the???? Bumps on your feet? All over your hands and palms? What ever could this be? Nothing a little cortisone cream won't help! I slather her up with cortisone cream and instruct her to call home if they start becoming more bothersome. Off to the big yellow limousine because as you know, we never pass up an opportunity to hop on the limo! The day goes by and no call. I pick her up from school and off to gymnastics we go.
Fast forward to the next morning, we get up and get ready to head off to gymnastics AGAIN (This is our life, ya know!?!). As we are driving there I know that we aren't staying, I must take this spotted child to the doctor! Stopping at the gym to inform her coach she will not be there because of this strange rash. My next stop was to my parents' house. No, neither of my parents are doctors. Despite the fact my Dad is often referred to as Dr. Jay - his non-licensed medical practice is based in neurosurgery. I stopped at their house to borrow money. People I have no shame, I'm broke! I had approximately $30.00 in my checking account, my gas gauge was 1/4 mm away from E, a trip to urgent care is $25.00 and heaven forbid she get a prescription! ALL HAIL PARENTS!!! My wonderful Mom gave me some money and off we went.
The diagnosis: Hand, Foot, Mouth Disease. End of story? NO!
What I failed to mention above, is my other three children had left Friday night for a weekend getaway at their Grandma Joyce's to swim. I was supposed to drop Olivia off after gymnastics and clearly this wasn't going to happen now (H.F.M.D. is apparently very contagious). Before I continue, Mom time is a precious commodity! I had all these great plans to lay on my couch with my iditorod team and watch Discovery I.D. and Lifetime all weekend. Clearly, my plan went up in smoke. Whatever! I will just hang out with Spot and we'll watch Cartoon Network..may be she'll fall asleep and I can watch Adult Swim. HA! In reality what happened was I went to my sister's house to drop off mums and have dinner. On the way home my phone rings, it's Emma.
Me: Hello
Emma: Mooooom, I'm coming home. I don't feel good - I think I'm going to throw up.
Me: "ARE YOU FREAKIN' KIDDING ME??????" Oh wait that was my thought! Let's try that again
Me: Oh no baby girl! Okay well we are on our way from Aunt Tammy's. I'll see you soon.
Emma: Okay.
I return home and before I know it, all three of the other girls are filing into the house. Emma and Sarah plop on the couch and Abigail goes to her room. I tell the two on the couch to go to their beds - Emma with a bowl. I do a few things around the house and go to bed.
The next morning I awake to several texts from Scott:
When I got home I made myself something to eat and when I went to sit down to eat it,
discovered someone had thrown up all over the couch. I cleaned it up the best I could. Then I came across a mess made by one of the dogs (Lilly). Had to clean that up, it took me two hours to eat my food and get to bed.
Welcome to my personal hell mister! Poor guy :o(
It turns out Sarah was the phantom couch puker. I spent my morning cleaning and disinfecting the house and then off to work (Dang it!) I went. I kept Olivia home until Wednesday and since I deemed she was no longer contagious took all the girls to swim at Grandma's. End of story....WRONG!
I went to bed at 11pm, which is pretty early for me but I was tired and dozed off pretty quickly. My slumber didn't last but 20 minutes! I'm laying in my bed and I hear loud mumbling coming from Sarah's room, it got progressively louder until it was a scream and then the crying began. Emma went to her aid and then finally I had to get up and see what the heck was going on. Within minutes I knew what was wrong - Ear infection! Why oh WHY do ear infections always wait till bedtime to show themselves? Needless to say, Scott and I were awake all night dealing with her. If I were a better wife and mother a couple of things would have been different. For one thing, I would have had a full supply, rather than none, of children's ibuprofen! Two, I would have taken her to the couch and laid with her there knowing that Scott had to work early the next day. Yeah, well, no one is perfect!
Thursday I kept Sarah home from school and her E.N.T. called her in some antibiotic drops. I also had to take our puppy, Mabel, to the vet for a routine check-up. Turns out she had double ear infections. Can you feel my joy?
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
I picked her up from school for gymnastics on Thursday and when I turned around to say hello, I noticed she had some kind of rash on her legs. I thought to myself, "Well that's strange!" and drove on out of the pick up line. I investigated the rash a bit when we got to the gym and determined (because I'm a non-licensed doctor in my spare time) it must just be some kind of a contact dermatitis; After all, she was rolling around in the front yard the night before! She did her time in the gym and on the way home we stopped by my work and got some of that Aveeno oatmeal bath.
The next morning the rash on her legs was gone. YAY! Oh snap! Hold up sister....this is strange, what the???? Bumps on your feet? All over your hands and palms? What ever could this be? Nothing a little cortisone cream won't help! I slather her up with cortisone cream and instruct her to call home if they start becoming more bothersome. Off to the big yellow limousine because as you know, we never pass up an opportunity to hop on the limo! The day goes by and no call. I pick her up from school and off to gymnastics we go.
Fast forward to the next morning, we get up and get ready to head off to gymnastics AGAIN (This is our life, ya know!?!). As we are driving there I know that we aren't staying, I must take this spotted child to the doctor! Stopping at the gym to inform her coach she will not be there because of this strange rash. My next stop was to my parents' house. No, neither of my parents are doctors. Despite the fact my Dad is often referred to as Dr. Jay - his non-licensed medical practice is based in neurosurgery. I stopped at their house to borrow money. People I have no shame, I'm broke! I had approximately $30.00 in my checking account, my gas gauge was 1/4 mm away from E, a trip to urgent care is $25.00 and heaven forbid she get a prescription! ALL HAIL PARENTS!!! My wonderful Mom gave me some money and off we went.
The diagnosis: Hand, Foot, Mouth Disease. End of story? NO!
What I failed to mention above, is my other three children had left Friday night for a weekend getaway at their Grandma Joyce's to swim. I was supposed to drop Olivia off after gymnastics and clearly this wasn't going to happen now (H.F.M.D. is apparently very contagious). Before I continue, Mom time is a precious commodity! I had all these great plans to lay on my couch with my iditorod team and watch Discovery I.D. and Lifetime all weekend. Clearly, my plan went up in smoke. Whatever! I will just hang out with Spot and we'll watch Cartoon Network..may be she'll fall asleep and I can watch Adult Swim. HA! In reality what happened was I went to my sister's house to drop off mums and have dinner. On the way home my phone rings, it's Emma.
Me: Hello
Emma: Mooooom, I'm coming home. I don't feel good - I think I'm going to throw up.
Me: "ARE YOU FREAKIN' KIDDING ME??????" Oh wait that was my thought! Let's try that again
Me: Oh no baby girl! Okay well we are on our way from Aunt Tammy's. I'll see you soon.
Emma: Okay.
I return home and before I know it, all three of the other girls are filing into the house. Emma and Sarah plop on the couch and Abigail goes to her room. I tell the two on the couch to go to their beds - Emma with a bowl. I do a few things around the house and go to bed.
The next morning I awake to several texts from Scott:
When I got home I made myself something to eat and when I went to sit down to eat it,
discovered someone had thrown up all over the couch. I cleaned it up the best I could. Then I came across a mess made by one of the dogs (Lilly). Had to clean that up, it took me two hours to eat my food and get to bed.
It turns out Sarah was the phantom couch puker. I spent my morning cleaning and disinfecting the house and then off to work (Dang it!) I went. I kept Olivia home until Wednesday and since I deemed she was no longer contagious took all the girls to swim at Grandma's. End of story....WRONG!
I went to bed at 11pm, which is pretty early for me but I was tired and dozed off pretty quickly. My slumber didn't last but 20 minutes! I'm laying in my bed and I hear loud mumbling coming from Sarah's room, it got progressively louder until it was a scream and then the crying began. Emma went to her aid and then finally I had to get up and see what the heck was going on. Within minutes I knew what was wrong - Ear infection! Why oh WHY do ear infections always wait till bedtime to show themselves? Needless to say, Scott and I were awake all night dealing with her. If I were a better wife and mother a couple of things would have been different. For one thing, I would have had a full supply, rather than none, of children's ibuprofen! Two, I would have taken her to the couch and laid with her there knowing that Scott had to work early the next day. Yeah, well, no one is perfect!
Thursday I kept Sarah home from school and her E.N.T. called her in some antibiotic drops. I also had to take our puppy, Mabel, to the vet for a routine check-up. Turns out she had double ear infections. Can you feel my joy?
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Where Oh Where Has The Insane One Gone??
Where oh where has the insane blogger gone?
Oh Where? Oh where can she be?
I would love to report my recent absence has been due to the fact that I had been institutionalized but no, I have simply been losing my mind of my own accord. Yes, I have been busier than a store on Black Friday!
Let me catch you up to speed. I took a part-time job at a local drug store, Olivia has gymnastics 16 hours per week, I babysit a little girl three days a week and then there's my crazy life. I know this doesn't sound like much but I assure you, it is more of an undertaking than one might think.
My part-time work schedule consists of varied hours, therefore, I do not know what I am working week to week. This makes it nearly impossible to prepare for the next week until it's almost too late. I have a love-hate relationship with my job. What I love about my job is being back out in the world, around other adults, nice and funny customers, a paycheck and 90% of my co-workers. But of course, there are things I hate about it; working, stupid customers, working, asshole customers, working and not being able to do what I want when I want. I have had several of my friends tell me my part-time job needs to be more part-time!
Let's talk about customers, shall we? As you know, I have a lot to say about the parents of competitive athletes. I have discovered over my past three months of outside employment is there is a lot to be said about customers. For instance, it has been said in the retail world, "The customer is always right!". I am gonna throw out the bullshit card on this one.
While I am all about being kind, courteous and helpful to a customer. Just because you are paying for something doesn't mean you are always right. The following are some examples: Trying to use a coupon that is clearly expired - not right! Accusing an employee of jacking up your pictures - just admit it, you are a crappy photographer! Yelling at us because you have no patience when you are second in line, really? My favorite thus far is the tourist (No, we do not live in a tourist area but apparently people visit family from another country). Four people came up to the counter to make a $32.00 purchase. They paid with a one hundred dollar bill, this in itself is not a huge deal. Rather than try to make change from my cash drawer (which by the way, does not contain even close to change for a hundred dollar bill), I call my supervisor to give me five twenties. I take three of the twenty dollar bills and hand them back to the "out of country" customer and proceed to use the other two as payment for their purchase. It quickly became apparent to me the customer was confused and for some unknown reason, was stacking all kinds of change on the counter. What the? I attempt to hand back the eight dollars in cash and was quickly told by the one English speaking person, that was not correct. Ummm......really? Not only am I proficient at making and counting back change, I can do it without the register screen that confirms I am correct. I know, I know, I'm talented! This is not a trait you find in today's youth. At this point, I have to explain the basics of making change and kindly tell these non-English speaking customers they are wrong. After the five minute lesson in American currency, they bring up the mound of change they have placed upon the counter. They want it converted to cash dollars. REALLY? Okay, I give them the cash for their change and finally they exit the store. I don't clearly understand why the pharmacy isn't authorized to pass out Xanax after a rough customer.
Chauffeur, my other part-time job. Olivia's gymnastics schedule is very time consuming and has ruined any thought I had of sleeping in during the summer, not only for me but for her as well. We are at the gym from 8:30am till 12:45pm every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Saturday we get an extra 30 minutes of sleep because we don't have to be there until 9:00am. WOOHOO!!! This schedule, in addition to my paid position at the drug store does not leave much time for any kind of adult fun (IE: Mom's Night Out). Wait! That should have read, "does not leave ANY time!". Since we live 30 minutes from the gym, this activity consumes around twenty-two hours of every week. Now add in around sixteen to twenty hours of outside employment and you got yourself a full-time job. Mind you, this is just one child's schedule!
Dance is a school calender activity and other than summer dance camp, which lasted one month of Mondays, we have had the summer off. However, you might be aware the new school year is about to begin and thus begins my life as a full-time chauffeur. You can imagine my excitement when Olivia's coach announced this fall the girls will continue with the sixteen hour a week training schedule. One good thing is one of the girls' that lives here in town has been moved into Olivia's class and for the past couple weeks we have been carpooling! I will list what my schedule will resemble below.
Sunday - More than likely work at least six hours
Monday - Kids off to school, work 9am to 2pm, Pick Olivia and Alivia up at school, drive to gymnastics, drive back home to get Abigail and Sarah to dance class.
Tuesday - Kids off to school - possible dance class and/or assisting for Sarah and Abigail.
Wednesday - Kids off to school, hopefully no work, pick Olivia, Sarah and Alivia up at school, drive to gymnastics. Wait for Sarah's gymnastics class to be over and drive back home.
Thursday - Kids off to school, work at some point
Friday - Kids off to school, pick up Olivia and Alivia at school, drive to gymnastics, drive back home.
Saturday - drive to gymnastics and be there by 8:00am, drive home...work Saturday evenings.
Now, mind you this is a rough schedule. Abigail might be helping at the dance studio two or three nights a week in addition to her own classes. The schedule also does not cover any school activities or household obligations such as cleaning, laundry, cooking, etc. I am completely and totally exhausted just thinking about what the next few weeks will bring. This begs the question, how do full-time working Moms do it? Truth be told, I could be a mean Mom and put the kabosh on every one's extra curricular activities. However, I love that my girls have found activities they love and are good at!
If you have been missing me and my blog, you know understand why I have been M.I.A. as of late. I have been trying to figure out how to blog from my smart phone but apparently you have to have a smart user as well!
Sincerely,
The Queen of Hyper Insanity
Oh Where? Oh where can she be?
I would love to report my recent absence has been due to the fact that I had been institutionalized but no, I have simply been losing my mind of my own accord. Yes, I have been busier than a store on Black Friday!
Let me catch you up to speed. I took a part-time job at a local drug store, Olivia has gymnastics 16 hours per week, I babysit a little girl three days a week and then there's my crazy life. I know this doesn't sound like much but I assure you, it is more of an undertaking than one might think.
My part-time work schedule consists of varied hours, therefore, I do not know what I am working week to week. This makes it nearly impossible to prepare for the next week until it's almost too late. I have a love-hate relationship with my job. What I love about my job is being back out in the world, around other adults, nice and funny customers, a paycheck and 90% of my co-workers. But of course, there are things I hate about it; working, stupid customers, working, asshole customers, working and not being able to do what I want when I want. I have had several of my friends tell me my part-time job needs to be more part-time!
Let's talk about customers, shall we? As you know, I have a lot to say about the parents of competitive athletes. I have discovered over my past three months of outside employment is there is a lot to be said about customers. For instance, it has been said in the retail world, "The customer is always right!". I am gonna throw out the bullshit card on this one.
While I am all about being kind, courteous and helpful to a customer. Just because you are paying for something doesn't mean you are always right. The following are some examples: Trying to use a coupon that is clearly expired - not right! Accusing an employee of jacking up your pictures - just admit it, you are a crappy photographer! Yelling at us because you have no patience when you are second in line, really? My favorite thus far is the tourist (No, we do not live in a tourist area but apparently people visit family from another country). Four people came up to the counter to make a $32.00 purchase. They paid with a one hundred dollar bill, this in itself is not a huge deal. Rather than try to make change from my cash drawer (which by the way, does not contain even close to change for a hundred dollar bill), I call my supervisor to give me five twenties. I take three of the twenty dollar bills and hand them back to the "out of country" customer and proceed to use the other two as payment for their purchase. It quickly became apparent to me the customer was confused and for some unknown reason, was stacking all kinds of change on the counter. What the? I attempt to hand back the eight dollars in cash and was quickly told by the one English speaking person, that was not correct. Ummm......really? Not only am I proficient at making and counting back change, I can do it without the register screen that confirms I am correct. I know, I know, I'm talented! This is not a trait you find in today's youth. At this point, I have to explain the basics of making change and kindly tell these non-English speaking customers they are wrong. After the five minute lesson in American currency, they bring up the mound of change they have placed upon the counter. They want it converted to cash dollars. REALLY? Okay, I give them the cash for their change and finally they exit the store. I don't clearly understand why the pharmacy isn't authorized to pass out Xanax after a rough customer.
Chauffeur, my other part-time job. Olivia's gymnastics schedule is very time consuming and has ruined any thought I had of sleeping in during the summer, not only for me but for her as well. We are at the gym from 8:30am till 12:45pm every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Saturday we get an extra 30 minutes of sleep because we don't have to be there until 9:00am. WOOHOO!!! This schedule, in addition to my paid position at the drug store does not leave much time for any kind of adult fun (IE: Mom's Night Out). Wait! That should have read, "does not leave ANY time!". Since we live 30 minutes from the gym, this activity consumes around twenty-two hours of every week. Now add in around sixteen to twenty hours of outside employment and you got yourself a full-time job. Mind you, this is just one child's schedule!
Dance is a school calender activity and other than summer dance camp, which lasted one month of Mondays, we have had the summer off. However, you might be aware the new school year is about to begin and thus begins my life as a full-time chauffeur. You can imagine my excitement when Olivia's coach announced this fall the girls will continue with the sixteen hour a week training schedule. One good thing is one of the girls' that lives here in town has been moved into Olivia's class and for the past couple weeks we have been carpooling! I will list what my schedule will resemble below.
Sunday - More than likely work at least six hours
Monday - Kids off to school, work 9am to 2pm, Pick Olivia and Alivia up at school, drive to gymnastics, drive back home to get Abigail and Sarah to dance class.
Tuesday - Kids off to school - possible dance class and/or assisting for Sarah and Abigail.
Wednesday - Kids off to school, hopefully no work, pick Olivia, Sarah and Alivia up at school, drive to gymnastics. Wait for Sarah's gymnastics class to be over and drive back home.
Thursday - Kids off to school, work at some point
Friday - Kids off to school, pick up Olivia and Alivia at school, drive to gymnastics, drive back home.
Saturday - drive to gymnastics and be there by 8:00am, drive home...work Saturday evenings.
Now, mind you this is a rough schedule. Abigail might be helping at the dance studio two or three nights a week in addition to her own classes. The schedule also does not cover any school activities or household obligations such as cleaning, laundry, cooking, etc. I am completely and totally exhausted just thinking about what the next few weeks will bring. This begs the question, how do full-time working Moms do it? Truth be told, I could be a mean Mom and put the kabosh on every one's extra curricular activities. However, I love that my girls have found activities they love and are good at!
If you have been missing me and my blog, you know understand why I have been M.I.A. as of late. I have been trying to figure out how to blog from my smart phone but apparently you have to have a smart user as well!
Sincerely,
The Queen of Hyper Insanity
Friday, June 8, 2012
It Didn't Take Long
No, it didn't take long for the drama to rear it's ugly head. Literally, I blogged just hours ago and by the end of gymnastics - Drama. HaaaLaaaa (does anyone know the correct spelling of this word? Hollaa, hollar...don't know and I am pretty confident my little insanity following knew precisely what I meant!)
As I mentioned in the previous blog, I am in charge of ballet lesson fees. After speaking to the gym owner, who then clarified with the team coach, I realized that the training team will only have one lesson per week. "Why does this matter Queenie?" you might be asking. No worries, I am about to tell you why it matters. In my mind, "I thought great news for those parents!" Less fees, lucky indeed. To be clear, their fee was only $16.00 a month for two, 30 minute classes per week. Now it's a whopping $8.00 a month. Lucky, doesn't even begin to describe what is going on in my mind! It just so happens the "training team" has class right after ours. I saw an opportunity to approach the parents and spread the fabulous news! It turns out my fabulous news ::::pregnant pause:::: was not so fabulous for everyone. Before I replay the conversation, I want to remind all of you of something important, do not and it bears repeating, do NOT kill the messenger. She is already hanging by the crown of her teeth (Dental humor)! The conversation went like this;
Moi: Good news! I made a mistake and your fee will only be $8.00 per month for ballet.
*I then explain my mistake which in hindsight should fall under misunderstanding*
Parental response: This isn't great news! What do you mean they are only getting one ballet lesson per week? Our girls are already getting short changed. They are losing 30 minutes of gym time and we are still paying the same, plus the added cost of ballet lessons.
Moi: With all due respect (and I have seen this class - mostly little bits), most of the girls will be good to make it through the 30 minute class. They just aren't at an age to handle anything longer.
Parent: MY DAUGHTER CAN HANDLE IT! She is seven years old and these girls are all ready behind and how will they catch up? My daughter was supposed to move up but they didn't have enough spots for her. *I blacked out for a moment*
Moi: *Random sarcastic thoughts running through my head* Oh I didn't realize your daughter was that old. However, my suggestion is to speak with the coach about this. I am only in charge of collecting the money for ballet.
Parent: Oh I will be talking to the Coach. Blah, blah, blah, blah.......blah........blah.....blah blah blah
Moi: (Starting to get worried about these black outs) Okay, well talk to the coach. Have a nice day!
Exit stage left
NOW, this is a case of my daughter is a superstar if I ever saw it. Do you remember my blog about how your child should be a super star in your eyes? Again, I draw the line when you cross over the obvious reality. I have a very hard time believing that the coach just didn't have a spot for her in the next level. He just re-evaluated all the girls and placed them accordingly - my child moved up. A few kids got moved up, down and around. I'm not the coach, I don't know what he sees but in my humble ole opinion, your child is more than likely where they belong - deal with it.
Sincerely,
The Queen Of Insanity
As I mentioned in the previous blog, I am in charge of ballet lesson fees. After speaking to the gym owner, who then clarified with the team coach, I realized that the training team will only have one lesson per week. "Why does this matter Queenie?" you might be asking. No worries, I am about to tell you why it matters. In my mind, "I thought great news for those parents!" Less fees, lucky indeed. To be clear, their fee was only $16.00 a month for two, 30 minute classes per week. Now it's a whopping $8.00 a month. Lucky, doesn't even begin to describe what is going on in my mind! It just so happens the "training team" has class right after ours. I saw an opportunity to approach the parents and spread the fabulous news! It turns out my fabulous news ::::pregnant pause:::: was not so fabulous for everyone. Before I replay the conversation, I want to remind all of you of something important, do not and it bears repeating, do NOT kill the messenger. She is already hanging by the crown of her teeth (Dental humor)! The conversation went like this;
Moi: Good news! I made a mistake and your fee will only be $8.00 per month for ballet.
*I then explain my mistake which in hindsight should fall under misunderstanding*
Parental response: This isn't great news! What do you mean they are only getting one ballet lesson per week? Our girls are already getting short changed. They are losing 30 minutes of gym time and we are still paying the same, plus the added cost of ballet lessons.
Moi: With all due respect (and I have seen this class - mostly little bits), most of the girls will be good to make it through the 30 minute class. They just aren't at an age to handle anything longer.
Parent: MY DAUGHTER CAN HANDLE IT! She is seven years old and these girls are all ready behind and how will they catch up? My daughter was supposed to move up but they didn't have enough spots for her. *I blacked out for a moment*
Moi: *Random sarcastic thoughts running through my head* Oh I didn't realize your daughter was that old. However, my suggestion is to speak with the coach about this. I am only in charge of collecting the money for ballet.
Parent: Oh I will be talking to the Coach. Blah, blah, blah, blah.......blah........blah.....blah blah blah
Moi: (Starting to get worried about these black outs) Okay, well talk to the coach. Have a nice day!
Exit stage left
NOW, this is a case of my daughter is a superstar if I ever saw it. Do you remember my blog about how your child should be a super star in your eyes? Again, I draw the line when you cross over the obvious reality. I have a very hard time believing that the coach just didn't have a spot for her in the next level. He just re-evaluated all the girls and placed them accordingly - my child moved up. A few kids got moved up, down and around. I'm not the coach, I don't know what he sees but in my humble ole opinion, your child is more than likely where they belong - deal with it.
Sincerely,
The Queen Of Insanity
Thursday, June 7, 2012
Let Summer Begin!
As I type this, all but one of my children are still passed out in their beds. Yes, the time of year has arrived, summer break. Most Mom's panic and worry what they will do with their little ankle biters home all summer. I don't worry because I know exactly what I will do - Maintain insanity!
Last week was busy. Scott worked the Memorial Tournament all week and the kids finished up school on Thursday, we had dress rehearsal, dance recital, gymnastics/meeting and Sunday my niece graduated from The Ohio State University College Of Dentistry as a Dental Hygienist. The dance recital was great and I have been dubbed "Teachers Pet" because I got to go in the back door of the venue and received a beautiful hanging basket. I'm okay with it, it's probably the nicest thing I have been called in a long time and I like flowers!
Saturday morning I took Olivia to gymnastics a little early because as it turns out, I had a board meeting. Okay, I hope you are sitting down. Are you? Alright, I have big news....I am now an official Member-at-Large on the CGA Amateur Athletics Board! Isn't that exciting? I am not really sure what it means other than I get to sit in on board meetings, vote and try to control my A.D.D. tendencies. Oh and collect money for summer ballet. If they knew how broke I was right now, they might reconsider letting me collect cash from anyone! (I feel since I put that out there I must state, I would NEVER steal money from anyone, let alone these hardworking girls). In thinking about the title, "Member-at-Large", I might ask to have my new found title changed to Speaker of the House. Lets be frank, shall we? The reason I am now in cahoots with the board is because I have a big ole mouth. Things have calmed down a bit since the old president stepped down and I am looking forward to the next possible drama.
On Sunday, I got myself and the girls up and ready for Jessica's graduation. I was only a mere five minutes late to my parents. All things considered, I give myself an A for punctuality. Yes, I gave myself an A because when I finally got there my Mom was still dilly dalling around in the house - hence we had to wait on her. I love how that worked out! It's like I was there ten minutes early.
Now, I can't even begin to tell you the joy I felt sitting in an auditorium full of graduating dentists and dental hygienists. One of my friends suggested I do some networking for future deals on dental work. Truly a great idea had I only thought of it beforehand. I could have made up business cards:
The Queen of Insanity
AKA: Dental Nightmare
Please call 555-1212 when
you need a little extra pro-bono
experience
Honestly, I was honored to be there to watch her walk across the stage and graduate from college. You go girl! Go out there and be a dental nazi! I will still love you.
Well this is it for now...I will continue blogging about this week week when I get around to it.
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
Last week was busy. Scott worked the Memorial Tournament all week and the kids finished up school on Thursday, we had dress rehearsal, dance recital, gymnastics/meeting and Sunday my niece graduated from The Ohio State University College Of Dentistry as a Dental Hygienist. The dance recital was great and I have been dubbed "Teachers Pet" because I got to go in the back door of the venue and received a beautiful hanging basket. I'm okay with it, it's probably the nicest thing I have been called in a long time and I like flowers!
Saturday morning I took Olivia to gymnastics a little early because as it turns out, I had a board meeting. Okay, I hope you are sitting down. Are you? Alright, I have big news....I am now an official Member-at-Large on the CGA Amateur Athletics Board! Isn't that exciting? I am not really sure what it means other than I get to sit in on board meetings, vote and try to control my A.D.D. tendencies. Oh and collect money for summer ballet. If they knew how broke I was right now, they might reconsider letting me collect cash from anyone! (I feel since I put that out there I must state, I would NEVER steal money from anyone, let alone these hardworking girls). In thinking about the title, "Member-at-Large", I might ask to have my new found title changed to Speaker of the House. Lets be frank, shall we? The reason I am now in cahoots with the board is because I have a big ole mouth. Things have calmed down a bit since the old president stepped down and I am looking forward to the next possible drama.
On Sunday, I got myself and the girls up and ready for Jessica's graduation. I was only a mere five minutes late to my parents. All things considered, I give myself an A for punctuality. Yes, I gave myself an A because when I finally got there my Mom was still dilly dalling around in the house - hence we had to wait on her. I love how that worked out! It's like I was there ten minutes early.
Now, I can't even begin to tell you the joy I felt sitting in an auditorium full of graduating dentists and dental hygienists. One of my friends suggested I do some networking for future deals on dental work. Truly a great idea had I only thought of it beforehand. I could have made up business cards:
The Queen of Insanity
AKA: Dental Nightmare
Please call 555-1212 when
you need a little extra pro-bono
experience
Honestly, I was honored to be there to watch her walk across the stage and graduate from college. You go girl! Go out there and be a dental nazi! I will still love you.
Well this is it for now...I will continue blogging about this week week when I get around to it.
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
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