Daughters Loot Tally: 128 pieces of candy

Dogs Loot Tally: 8 dog biscuts

Moms Loot Tally: 0 candy and a 10 house long sprint after a friends dog who got loose. 

Overall it was a wonderful day though : )  Of course – I had a 1/2 vacation day which helped ; )

Yes, that’s story of my life.  Pure and simple.  Chaos. 

I told a co-worker today that Monday through Friday in my house is like running a marathon.  Come the weekend I’m finally able to sit down and take a breath.  With travel soccer over for a very short stint here hopefully I can get two breaths in.  (Indoor soccer is just around the corner.)

Take this afternoon/evening for example:

1.  Phone call from pediatrician that my daughers blood work did not come back good. (I’ll explain later)

2.  Within a 1/2 hour of being home:

      a.  Neighbor from three doors down drops off dog to play with my dog per my suggestion since it was a nice day.

      b.  Ex-husband stops by

      c.  Other neighbor lends me muffin tins

      d.  Another neighbor asks to borrow a ladder

      e.  I’m trying to brown meat for tacos

      f.  Neighbor trying to get ladder accidentally lets both dogs out. 

     g.  Ex and I stepped outside to find all the neighbors, daughter and both dogs all missing from the back yard.  Gate open was clue we had a “dog out” situation

     h.  Daughter captures our dog – neighbor’s dog missing – running wild through neighborhood towards busy street.

     i.  I managed to remember to kneel down to dog level and sweet talk the runaway dog towards me.

     j.  Neighbors who own dog came flying out of their house wondering what was going on.

    k.  I apologized up and down for the situation. 

As I said, that was just the first 1/2 hour. 

Then add:

2.  Finish making tacos

3.  Talk to Ex about daughter’s blood work

4.  Parents call while eating dinner 

5.  Neighbor calls asking to borrow pumpkin carver tools

6.  I had to make 48 cupcakes for work tomorrow.  Actually only 30 but how am I supposed to do that?!  I had to use two boxes of mix.  I just finished frosting them now.

7.  carved pumpkins (daughters was rotten inside which was thoroughly disgusting)

8.  Watched the Peanuts specials

9.  Homework

10.  Took pumpkin seeds from my pumpkin to neighbor who asked to have them to cook.

I am officially burned out.  Done.  Ready to cash in my chips for the day. 

As for the blood work – well, my daughters cholesterol is bad.  Like 225 where under 180 is normal.  Add that to the fact I just found out her antithyroglobulin is way up. Like normal is below 40 and hers is 150.  Basically the poor kid has the worst of her dad and worst of me.  His high cholesterol runs in the family – like the family just automatically produces it in their body.  Add my thyroid disease inherited from dad and grandma.  The type she is getting is where her body is attacking itself.  Autoimmune they call it.  It just crushes me that she is having to go through all this at such a young age.  I didn’t find out until college.  She has a long road ahead of her.  Why can’t she just be the perfect little girl she was born with?  No flaws!

I’ve pretty much determined I need a rent-a-hubby.  One who can help juggle the chaos on days like this.  No Darrell, I’m not accepting your appliction.  I don’t think your wife would approve.   

You know, it just dawned on me – I’ve really been slacking at writing in this thing.  Sorry about that.  Not sure anyone reads it anyway.

It’s been a busy week.  In a nutshell: Roto Rooter came and several hundred dollars later I don’t have sewage shooting up out of my toilet and tub like a volcano every time my sump pump turns on.  Had a meeting with my daugther’s teacher about the excessive homework load she’s had in 3rd grade and that it has kept her up past 10 every night.  Teacher was wonderful about it and we have a plan we’re going to try.  Today was my daughter’s last travel soccer game for the season and she kicked-butt!  Her team won : )  Wonderful way to end the season.  Next comes indoor soccer.  Lots of birthdays the families (ex’s and my own) this week.  Going to try to find time to carve pumpkins and bake dozens of cupcakes for work the next two nights.  That about sums it up!

I have to admit I do love many things about the fall:  The leaves changing colors, the sounds of them crunching beneath my feet as I walk, the cooler weather, and as a kid – school supplies.  (That’s a whole topic in and of itself.)

However, there are several things about fall I could really do without:  Raking leaves, the ugly spiders who seem to think they need to take refuge in my house as the temps cool down outside and the bees! 

The size and black coloring of the spiders creep me the heck out!  Picture the black fake spiders you see during this Halloween decorating season that come with the fake cobwebs.  Those suckers are what I’m finding climbing my walls!  EEW!

Today I was stung by a bee during my lunch hour.  I was sitting out side on a bench with my legs crossed when I went to switch legs and the little booger had flown up my skirt and stung the back of my thigh.  Oh can I just say that hurt like hell.  I was so aggitated by the pain I was downright angry.  A co-worker had some benedryl and I already take two antihistimines full time due to my bad allergies but I was still having quite the reaction on my leg.  I’d show co-workers and they’d gasp and panic on what they could do to help. 

It’s much better now but still hurts.  Stupid bees.

One of the hardest parts of being a divorced mother is when my daughter has visitation with her father Saturday nights and Sundays.  Yes, it was my idea to split weekends in half as opposed to the state schedule of every other weekend because I could not handle losing her that long at a time.  24 hours every weekend hurts bad enough. 

Every Saturday night I have insomnia, worry, longing for her return.  I’m sure the first thing people think of that would be that I need to find a boyfriend/new husband/get a life.  Honestly, that would maybe distract me a little bit but it doesn’t take away the pain of separation and worry. 

See, my ex-husband is bi-polar.  I was with him a total of 10 years (dating and married combined)  and I know what he’s done to me during that time.  I know what he does now that I have to tell my daughter it’s part of his “brain thing”.  There are times she has a blast with him and there are times she is so mad at him.  There is a reason I have “full custody” of her.  I don’t want her to not have a dad but I wish he was more stable.

I’m loving the new look! [looks around].  Darrell  you are the best!  Can you come to my house and do my walls in the living room this cool?!  Blue and green are two of my most favorite colors : )