Miscellaneous Crap You Probably Don't Need to Know About

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I think I've finally stopped shaking from the near death experience of my boys. Working 14 hour days on last week kept my mind from constantly focusing on the accident. It did not however keep me from seeing the truck everytime I closed my eyes which in turn made me not want to close my eyes. It's difficult to sleep when you don't want to close your eyes. So no fucking sleep, which makes me a little crazier than normal.

The only thing that kept me going on was knowing that I had 5 whole fucking days off with no work whatsoever. None. Zilch. Zero. And boy did I make the most of those days.

I've pretty much pickled my liver and my body is crying out in protest for sleep and non-alcholoic fluids. We all know yours truly loves her glass of vino but I rarely imbibe in more than a glass or two. I think I drank a whole fucking vineyard last weekend. There were large quantities of wine consumed on the beach until 5:30 am. A spontaneous date with motorcycle boy saw the two of us heading to the beach at 10:00 on Thursday night - memories that I will have with me when I'm old and shitting myself in a seniors home let me tell you. Laying on a blanket with a gazzillion stars overhead, the sound of the surf pounding against the shore, vino in hand in the company of a beautiful boy who makes you laugh until you want to pee. Those are good times people.

There were large quantities of wine consumed on the dance floor of a club, where I danced until I looked as though I had been at the beach. There were large quantites of wine consumed while sitting at my place watching movies. I seem to be really good at making up for the fact that I've lived for almost 3 years as a nun.

Of course none of this helps me forget the huge, angry, black bruise that covers my boy's chest and stomach. The image would not leave my mind, even though he was out at his father's house.

I partied like this knowing that yesterday, the world must right itself on it's axis once more. The early morning routines have started again. It's time to be the responsible drill sergeant who manages time in micro-seconds rather than hours. The start of another school year (both at home and work) brings with it the ridgid routine we as Mom's must follow to ensure our kids have the food they need, clean clothes, drives, homework, and projects completed. Yeah I know kids always need to eat...but during summer holiday if supper isn't ready until 7:00 rather than 6:00 it's not the end of the world. If there's no clean clothes for the morning well they just wear their pj's until noon. What? You don't let your kids wear pj's till noon?

It also means the influx of a brand new group of 1600 students at work. It means instructors will be back from summer holidays. It means alot of chaos and trying to make alot of people happy when I just want to stab almost all a few of them in the jugular with a pencil. It means the end to days of the boss coming into the office at 2pm and saying, "Let's close up for the afternoon". Sigh

This school year will see my oldest child graduate from high school and start another chapter of his life. I imagine him crossing that stage, knowing how much work and tears it has taken for him to get there, and it gives me goosebumps. I'm so incredibly grateful that he is alive to turn the page.

Nora came out of her room this morning in her new jeans and t-shirt and my mouth fell open in complete astonishment. Nora is 12 and over the summer she's completely lost all traces of her little girl physique. At 5'5" she's just a hairs breath away from being as tall as her mother. Her face has thinned out and she has these beautiful cheekbones. She has an ass. When did my little girl get a booty?  When did her life stop being about dolls and giggles?

Time, please slow down. Just a wee bit. Kthanks.


Steven Anthony said...
September 8, 2010 at 11:50 AM

jeepers, sounds like life is going a bit to fast...vino always helps ;)

sending hugs

Kat said...
September 8, 2010 at 12:05 PM

Vino is a good thing to help with all those changes! Your line about your son made me tear up a bit...those great accomplishments are truly just starting in his life :) Trust me, this is going to be a great show! Oh, and get the leash out for your daughter :)

Lori E said...
September 8, 2010 at 12:25 PM

Let my kids wear jammies until noon???
Hell I wear jammies til noon on my days off sometimes.

Mrsblogalot said...
September 8, 2010 at 12:30 PM

please talk more about crapping in the senior home...takes my mind off of this speeding clock.

Plus it's mad funny yo! (-:

The Only Girl said...
September 8, 2010 at 12:39 PM

Sounds like a kick ass weekend. Glad you were able to enjoy it! I find that being in complete denial about my boys growing up helps. At least for now.

Yankee Girl said...
September 8, 2010 at 1:10 PM

Thank goddess the wine was there to help you forget the things you want to forget.

If you figure out a way to stop or slow time, please let me know. It's moving to fast for me as well.

Dee said...
September 8, 2010 at 1:46 PM

Somehow I missed the post about your sons accident, I'm so glad they're ok! My son totaled my car 2 1/2 months after I moved from LA to NC. The first person he called? Me! I'm in NC, he's in LA. I was hysterical!

Thank God my sister was there to take care of him and he wasn't hurt. He also hit a culvert! Uugh... the worrying never stops! Whoever told you to "dial it down" was an idiot, or not a parent...one of the two lol!

Hugs girl!

MiMi said...
September 8, 2010 at 2:24 PM

My constant prayer is "God, please slow down time...just a little. PLEASE." :(

Another Day of Crazy said...
September 8, 2010 at 3:55 PM

Argh, I know my kids' schools wanted to stab me with a pencil this year! So I feel for you. Wine always help.

Danielle said...
September 8, 2010 at 4:24 PM

Here is my cheer to you!
Here is to the boys we love,
Here is to the boys that love us,
If the boys we love don't love us,
to hell with them and here is to us!!!
Cheers and I am so happy that your boys are safe and happy!

MindyMom said...
September 8, 2010 at 6:57 PM

I think you wrote a post after mentioning a beach romp with a beautiful boy but my mind wandered after that and the rest of your words are a blurr...


vinomom said...
September 8, 2010 at 8:54 PM

Very happy that your boys are safe and sound.

As far as Nora goes I certainly could have written that myself! My fifth grader came down wearing lip gloss for school and she instantly looked five years older. And this summer she was playing with her cousins at makeup. With mascara she looks sixteen! God help me!

So jealous of your beach romp. As for the Vino - Enjoy it and don't feel a pinch of guilt.

gayle said...
September 8, 2010 at 9:45 PM

They grow up way to fast and she is 2 inches taller than I am!!

The Blue Zoo said...
September 9, 2010 at 6:48 PM

LOL @ Danielles cheer!

I was sad when I found out I wasnt going to have any daughters. But now Im grateful. I would be scared to death to have a teenage daughter!!