Yes, I know. Where have I been all week? Good gawd I wish I knew. I don’t think I’ve seen myself let alone anyone else or my computer for that matter. So let’s just assume the position: left hand on hip, feet shoulder width apart, right hand flashing a one finger salute to the calendar. Again. This seems to be a re-occurring theme. “Second verse, same as the first…” I’m going to have to declare next week Pajama Week and make a point not to answer the phone, read a text, or leave the house. Fricker Fracker.
Foolishly I thought that pre-teen and teenage drama only happened once in your life. One of those, “this too shall pass” moments of your childhood. Why the hell didn’t anyone warm me that if you have girls, you can NEVER escape it? This week was definitely a tampon typhoon. Hormones and tears were running rampant not only here at the house, but at school as well.
“Sniffle. Sob. Sob. Mom?”
“Hey sweetie, what’s wrong? Are you sick?”
“Uh…yeah. My stomach hurts real bad and I have a headache.”
“Then you can make it the rest of the day.”
“But, but…Mooooommmm! So-and-so did blah, blah, blah to me…”
It wasn’t pretty. I made her stay. She was pissed at first but then she decided to go talk to the school counselor and work it out herself. Perfect. The drama made for a very emotional week – girl “drama” can be hurtful for everyone involved. I am not a mom that calls other moms about their kids because as sure as shishkabob, it’ll be my kid screwing up and I’ll be getting the phone call. So, no thank you. And if you call me wanting to engage in some sort of tit-for-tat mommy-war about whose kid said or did what…well, just move along because I’m going to do my best to not hash out the squabbles of a couple of 12-year-olds. Besides, I’m quite sure that by next week they will all be friends again. What stinks the most though, is when you are friends with the mom ,because then you have to make some hard choices sometimes about where your loyalty lies: with your friend or with your kid.
One sticky, spider-ring wearing, black nail polish sportin’ middle finger flip off to Halloween and Halloween school parties. Do you really think it is necessary to serve donuts, rice crispy treats covered in orange frosting and topped with candy corn, sliced apples with caramel dip, apple cider and a take home bag of candy all at the same party? Why do we make such a big deal about Halloween? It would have been more than enough to have served one cupcake and some cider. The rest was not only excessive but expensive. And we wonder why American kids have such a high obesity rate. Pahleeeeezzzee!
And with such an emotionally draining week, it really highlighted the fact my best friend lives in another state. We try and call each other as often as possible, but life just gets in the way sometimes. What I wouldn’t give to just call her up and say, “Meet me for a glass of wine? It’s been a tough day.” Instead we have to pull out the calendars and try to figure a visit between all the sports schedules, volunteering, family needs and holidays. It has been almost 6 months since I’ve been able to wrap my arms around her and say, “I’ve missed you”. Flip you “life” for getting in the way and flip you long distance jobs. And there are so many more relationships I am going through withdrawal from that are all in Texas. It has been 9 and a half years since I moved to the Detroit area, but my heart hasn’t stopped longing for my friends. If my heart had fingers, it would be flipping you off too.
So, yes it is almost 10:30 at night and my eyes can barely stay open. I’ve hit my head on the back of the couch several times in the last few minutes. The day is really over, but technically it is still friday. So get over it.
I would, however, like to end on a better note than I started. Thank you Girl Next Door for having such a great idea! Feel Good Friday. Fall makes me feel good. I love the smells of burning leaves and roasting marshmallows. I absorb the sound of crinkling leaves. Fall also has some of the most brilliant colors, I think. Fall makes me think of mums and trick-or-treating.
It makes me think about pumpkins and ghosts. I’m also feeling very thankful for my sweet DW. He has been traveling so much lately, but we are all very relieved he still has a job when so many others continue to be laid-off.
Sleepy. That is the strongest feeling at the moment, so I will drag this tired butt up stairs and snuggle up next to my human heater. And go to bed.