Yesterday the high in DFW was 69°. Texas & July? Why yes, it is. This week has been a blur. We got a new bed Tuesday. Serta icomfort. It’s delicious. Really alleviates stress on our joints. And they say it could take a month to fully enjoy it. Nope. Already are.
However, back to the fog. So Wednesday we went to the library. Both kids have long legs & skinny waists, so adjustable waistbands are a must. But right as we get to the library door, Diva’s skirt fell down. Damn elastic came unfastened & slid out of reach (will need my crochet hook to fish it out). We didn’t have time to run home, so I just folded the waist down & we were continuing on. Boo was entertaining himself while we sat off to enjoy toddler-time in the children’s area, singing, dancing, stories, & rhymes. Well, this time lasted 8 minutes before Diva bolted for the doors. She ran off in search of her brother. They both came around a corner, Diva at full-speed approaching me when her skirt fell to her ankles, she came to a sudden stop, pull-ups showing, reached down, grumbled at the skirt, then pulled it up. Scooped up kiddos, gathered books to check out, ran to the self-check computer, & we were on our way.
We ran home so I could grab new bottoms for Diva before making our way to Jaguar. They performed some engine upgrade to Hub’s car, & now the damn fan runs loudly after the engine is off. Freaked me out.
So, I run in & grab a change, & decide to pee real quick. Then realize my underware is on inside out. I feel stupid.
The flexoryl impacts me much less than vicodin, but still makes me sluggish; like I’m in a fog. But I’ll take sluggish over bombed outta my goard.
This week Diva has been atrocious!! Hitting, slapping, throwing, throwing tantrums, screaming, fighting sleep, & my personal favorite; telling me no (defiant little wretch!). And Boo hasn’t been any better. My nerves are shot to hell. Terrified that at any second one’s head will spin 360° & start shooting pea soup from their mouth. Putting bets on which one will be more seriously injured from their rough play.
I am so exhausted. I get to go see Nicole Saturday for highlights. And will run a deli tray to a friend who burried her husband last night. Uuugh. I still can’t wrap my head around that kind of loss.
Nor can I figure out who gave my kids crack!! For the love of all things holy – why can’t Boo develop a migraine & Diva hives??? Is that wrong to wish for a reason tp meficate my little monsters? These kids need medication. My medicine is working, but no back yard & two holy terrors . . . God hasn’t put a plant on the earth that could ease that kind of mental anguish!! It really needs to be sunny & hot as hell because these two wild cats need to go swimming!!! It wears them out so they are too tired to get me this frazzled.
Currently, they have built a bunker of stuffed toys in the living room floor. Quite impressive, actually. I think my head is going to explode. They are going to kill each other, I fear. Just caught a crayon with my face. Oh I love my life.
My happy, tho, was a moment of complete lunacy. All three of us were singing at the top of our lungs as we were driving to do our errands today. I’m talking all of us belting-out words, complete with arms flailing & heads-bobbing. When I finally realized people could, in fact, see us while we were stopped at a red light, the singing turned to laughter. Riotous laughter. And it was absolutely contagious. And it lasted several minutes. My joy comes from when these two are strapped into one place. Funny. Wish I could install car seats in our apartment. It’s the only way to keep them from imminent danger caused from the other.
Guess I’ll run for now. Keep hanging on for dear life. It is dear. And this crazy ride slows to a stop way too soon. Get your happy!