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As the grade school turns?

I’m pretty sure Princess Ahem’s teacher is having an episode of some sort.  I can’t really write about it, but I’m close to going to school and standing on the furniture to get my point across and pulling her out until the fall for some mysterious illness  (I hear Bieber Fever is really contagious and hard to get over…).   I’m worried General Tank will get her next year and all the progress we’ve made with his bathroom issues will disappear and I don’t think I can take that.  I’m worried that we are going to have to reteach Princess Ahem to take chances on having a wrong answer, and admitting when she’s lost, or confused.  Fuck.  That took SO LONG.  And she was doing SO WELL.  I’m glad we have her in a lot of activities so this isn’t her only source of approval/success.    It’s been a long week here.

Mother’s Day

Princess Ahem and I spent Mother’s Day weekend at Girl Scout “You and Me” camp.  We went without anyone else in our troop which was a little weird, but by the end we had met a few other people. It was GREAT people watching…and it’s also easy to see where some mean girl behavior comes from.  I always hold out hope that as grown ups, we can leave the petty shit behind.  And some have.  There are girls I wasn’t friends with in high school, for whatever reason (including my own issues), and we’ve reconnected over Facebook, and I can see us being actual friends if we lived closer together now.  But looking at some of these moms this weekend, including the ones, who instead of sitting at a table that ONLY had me and Libby at it, got silverware and napkins and set up a new table….I have no clue where their kids were sitting during lunch, but it was just the 6 moms and they didn’t talk to anyone else all weekend, and they kept doing the “look” at all the other moms who were just there to participate with their kids.  Thankfully it wasn’t a huge group, and everyone else was friendly and smiley…even after 2 days without a shower and smelling like all sorts of campfire!  Overall, it was a great weekend! 

Here, there and everywhere

Let me just preface everything with this:  I am not unhappy, I am not depressed, I’m not even sad.  I’m just tired.  T3 is running me ragged, and he is SO VERY FUCKING THREE.  Sociopath central.  So I’m exhausted having mental battles with him all day about stuff that is non-negotiable….like washing your hands after you go to the bathroom….wearing pants if you leave house (at this point, I don’t care about unders…just pants would make me happy)…boogers are not snacks…really.   That said…

 

OMG IF I COULD PLEASE HAVE 1 HOUR TO PEE, SHIT, SHOWER ALL ALONE….WITH NOBODY BANGING ON THE DOOR, OR STEALING MY TOWEL OR ASKING ME A QUESTION OR STEALING MY HOT WATER.  That.  Please.  Thanks.  Also…waiting outside the door for the hour to be up TOTALLY DOESN’T COUNT.  Find your answers somewhere else…for a whole hour.

Ants

I hate ants.  I don’t mind them terribly outside…I don’t like them when they come inside.  Especially in my bathroom.  GO AWAY.  

 

Now I still feel stuck, tired, and have to deal with ants!  I am not sure which of these is the easy problem to solve!!!

Stuck

I am stuck.  And tired.

Check out those teeth

General Tank lost a tooth yesterday, in library apparently.  His tooth came home taped to a library card with his name and the date he lost the tooth.  It has taken ALL my strength not to remove the tape, and put various names and dates in different types of writing and with different pens as “check outs” of the tooth.  Because that cracks me up!  I might need a better outlet for my comedy…just maybe….

Travel, travel, home

It’s like “Duck Duck Goose,” but I have to drive the entire way!  We survived spring break!  A road trip from home to Georgia (where we sat…and enjoyed the sitting and the not DOING ALL THE THINGS and the warm…even if the Georgians thought it was cold, the Chicagoans were super happy with it!) and a brief stint in Florida…where my mother tagged along as an extra adult…and we all survived that too.  Although there were times when that was questionable.

In sum, traveling without Ace…it’s okay, but it’s less fun.  There were so many instances where I wanted to turn and laugh with him, or point out a silly (or stupid or naughty) sign along the road (thank you Florida for your juxtaposition of anti-choice, bible thumping roadsigns with all the naked lady signs…both things I wasn’t prepared to discuss with my children…) and it just wasn’t as funny by the time I told him over the phone.  I LOVED hanging out with B and just having some girl time.  That was SERIOUSLY fun, and needed, but Ace can rock being one of the girls for those nights pretty well.  He’s also well versed in “oh, I think I’m going to bed now” while she and I stay up all night solving the world’s problems (and planning our take over of the public school system when we get our hands on all the monies!)  Traveling to see Grammy without Ace…I don’t think that will happen again.  My expectations for helpfulness doesn’t necessarily match what my mom does.  And it’s nobody’s fault, and there are many times when I’m not able to communicate to her what I need her to do.  I’m used to Ace, who just knows, and does it.  And quite frankly, seeing Grammy was very emotional for me, and I’m not even done processing all of it.  The realization that the person you have known and loved for 38 years is no longer the person you see before you is a very painful one, even if you’ve seen it coming for 5 – 10 years.

I’m grateful I took a day at Dr. B’s house before I journeyed home.  I needed a friend.  I was at home for two days before I hoped back in the car to drive to Nashville with 2 girlfriends (ROAD TRIP!) to meet up with a bunch of other gals (SUPER MOOT) for a wedding celebration.  There was a lot of shopping (again, you’re welcome economy, I’m definitely doing my part), some drinking, a lot of eating, and a LOT of laughing.  While it wasn’t the perfect trip, I can specifically identify how my expectations were off and I can better plan for that for the next get together, if I go (Austin, Texas 2014, ladies!).

Now I’m back at home, with my lovely family.  M, my traveling companion, and I, were met with shouts of joy when we returned, and treated to T-3′s Move it Move it dance…and leaping about.   I muddled through the first day back at work and I have made some decisions about my job that need to simmer a bit and I have made some decisions about Hedgehog Hollow that will take it in a slightly different, but more doable immediately, direction.  I feel more at peace with those decisions.  I just need to clean the house and put it back in Elly Order, because whatever the hell tornado came through here (or maybe hurricanes named Ace, Princess Ahem, General Tank and T-3 the Gnome…) left a lot of debris.  I ALMOST took a picture of the papers strewn about 3 different surfaces, but I was too twitchy over it.

I’ve made my (rainbow) to do list (no unicorn sparkle glitter orgasms involved, sorry), I am working on organizing my photos (and uhm, deleting some…) both from vacation and ALL THOSE YEARS BEFORE, and trying to get all my ducks in a row before I get goosed.

…see how I brought that around full circle?  That was just for you my pretties.

Shopping Shopping shopping

I need clothes.

I need Easter shit. (Not bunny shit though…I don’t want anymore actual shit.)

I’m starting to get nervous about trekking half the way across the country just me and the 3 kids.   I’m not sure why, I know someone in most of the areas I drive through, I’ve done it before when there were 2 of them and they were 3 and 4 years old…and I did it FOUR times in a month (2 different trips)…through snow…and ice….and below zero temperatures…with Christmas gifts.  I  know I CAN do it.  I know we’re going to have FUN.  I am super excited about seeing the people we’re visiting, even though I’m nervous about seeing Grammy.  It’s really more,  I’m just going to miss Ace.   This stuff is just less fun without him.  Oh well.  Now to get through my “to do” list before Thursday night…

I should really remind myself that nothing HAS to be perfect, there are stores outside of City of Expensive Shit that sells stuff and anything I can’t get done by Thursday can TOTALLY happen after Thursday (except Easter shit…)

Really, just put on your shoes on.

Kid…you want lunch.  I don’t have any lunch food here.  If you want to eat lunch, we are going to have to leave the house.  If we are going to leave the house, you have to wear shoes, it’s cold out.  I am not particularly hungry so I don’t PERSONALLY care if we go get lunch right now…so really….the only person you’re screwing out of lunch is yourself.  So go put on your shoes and coat you fart head.

The Hard Thing About Blogging

…is always feeling like you need to say something important, or profound, or meaningful.  Well, if you’ve come here for THAT…you may as well turn around and go.  And that’s just it, the chances of me posting something meaningful in the larger sense of the world, is pretty remote.  I’m just not that type of person.  I don’t take myself too seriously, I laugh at almost everything about myself and I can’t keep my mind straight a lot of the time.  I’ll be sure I want A one day, and then 3 months later I want B and think that A is ridiculous.  I’m sure that’s not at ALL irritating to Ace.  So I’m trying to get past the idea that each post has to be IMPORTANT or LONG or even terribly interesting (not that any of them are interesting at ALL, but whatever).

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