Catching up....Again.

Ok so that dumpster was filled to capacity and set to be hauled away on Good Friday April 10. Much to my dismay I awoke that morning at the ripe ole hour of 1:30am with an unusual tightening in my back on the right side. I had my suspicions and one trip to the little girls' room later I had my confirmation. I spent the next 2 hours trying to convince Hubby that SOMEONE needed to take me to the ER for some phenergan and toradol. I finally told him to do whatever he felt he needed to in order to care for our sons and called my mother in tears. She ran a red light. I'm not sure I've ever seen my very rule following mother do that.

I was admitted to the Emergency Department in record time and had an IV running strong in a matter of minutes. Phenergan and Toradol followed close behind and then a CT scan to confirm a 2mm intruder ripping it's way south. I was released to my mother's care by 5am. I went home wanting nothing but my bed only to find that I had no key and my instructions to my hubby to care for the children however he felt he needed had translated to wake the kids up at 4:30am and take them to your mom. He then proceeded to the ER to find I had been released. Meanwhile I headed to my mom's.

By 7am I was sleeping a drug induced sleep. At 9am I felt an inexplicable drive to call off work, FOR THE NEXT NIGHT. I don't know what I was thinking. Moreso, I don't understand the paranoia that led me to believe that calling in had cost me my job. I then called my friend who works for the company providing the dumpster and we had a good laugh at my expense. I was, in all truth, high as a kite from all the meds. Why would anyone allow me on the phone? Well, because I was home alone.

I passed back out and consequently passed my intruder sometime between 9:15am and 3:15pm. The rest of the weekend was back on track for Easter Festivities. Upon my return to work on Monday (no I didn't lose my job afterall) we all had a good laugh once again at my expense. I promise from now on when I'm drugged to high high heaven (thanks JJ for that very acurate phrase) I will not try to use a phone.

HAPPY EASTER everyone!

The First Day of the Rest of Our Lives

Today is the day. There is a dumpster outside my house that I am determined to fill to capacity. Downsizing has begun in earnest. This may be hard on my men, but the next step will be hard on me. I will be calling in 2 dear friends to force ME to part with some of my essentially useless mementos.

I have this beautiful vision of what our new apartment will look like and it is decidedly clutter free. So it's out with the old in anticipation of the in with the new in a few short months... very few and very short. I better get back to work!

To blog or not to blog....

Ahhh what a question... not something I envision Shakespeare pondering, but nonetheless, my muse of the week. I wanted this blog to be upbeat and positive, and the whole mess with the bed already went and blew a hole in that. So I recommitted to myself that this would not be a gripey whiney blog. But you know what folks? I said I'd keep it real too, and maybe this blog could help someone even if it was only me.

So in minor detail my week has gone something like this Monday came and went without incident, and then Tuesday the world shifted on its axis as we learned that a branch of the family tree (and dear friends of ours) were being ordered to a duty station an entire hemisphere away. 12 short hours later my husband hit a major emotional hurtle in his coursework that left him pondering dropping out of his classes and changing the course of this family forever. That announcement led to me throwing a hissy fit well past midnight. At 9:30am Wednesday morning as I grappled with all this news I got that dreaded call "Your grandmother was admitted to the hospital. We don't know anything yet, go to work, try not to think about it, we'll let you know..."

I went to work and looked at my assistant manager and said "Keep me busy. REALLY BUSY. Mind numbing, can't think straight, can't get lost in my mind....busy." and he did.

It is now Thursday evening. The family is still (as far as I know) going around the world from me. My husband's class issue is (as far as I know) not resolved. He is (as far as I know) STAYING in school (right, honey...this is where you nod to keep me happy)... and my grandmother seems to have once again rebounded herself right back to her 91 year young state.

It can all be done now. I'm ready to accept the new normal, just please, no more for a bit. Please?