Just beautiful....

My mother's side of the family tree has been shaken quite a bit lately with the illness of my uncle and a rather serious health incident with my grandmother, all within two weeks time.  Quite frankly, trips to the ICU at Stanford and later to the ER at the local hospital have have me feeling like the shit has been kicked out of me.

I am trying to pace myself.  Take it one day at a time.  One hospital at a time.  And most of all, I'm trying to make sure I get enough sleep.  And as far as sleep is concerned, I'm doing good.  It's the waking-up that is a bit more trying.

This morning I had all five of my kids in my face, albeit at seperate times, thank God.  First it started with one boy-child who shall remain nameless for the sake of his pride.  He didn't even wait for my eyes to open before launching into his monologue, "So, uh, mom.  Are you awake?  Listen, I think I slept kinda deep last night.  You know how I was sleeping on the couch?  Yeah, well, I must have slept deep because I think I pee'd on the couch."  NOW, my eyes are open as well as my mouth, "You better clean it up and clean it up the right way."  Sad, but all children in my household, over the age of 4 know how to clean up their nighttime wees.  I am only one woman and I have to contend with five children who all at some time in their life, past or present, has experienced night-time incontinence.  For one particular child, that lasted for eight years.  So yeah, they had to learn how to clean up after themselves.

So as that name-withheld child goes to work cleaning up what may have been his wee-wee from the night before, the next boy child comes in and does this to my face (My eyes are closed again):

"Mom.  Mom.  Mom.  Hey.  Mom.  Hey mom.  Can I have a chocolate-chip muffin mom?  Mom?  Mom?  MOM?!"

The response is a lot more white-trash that I intended but I think I answered him with, "Fine, shit, please get out of my face.  I'm exhausted."  But wait, there's more.  As that child runs out of the room, the baby who WAS sleeping next to me starts to wake up.  Beautiful.

Next is Cassidy, who is telling me she is giving me a pet.  And for some reason, in order for her to give me that pet, she has to clear off the top of a chest by the doorway and set up her castle, little doll people, little car for little doll people, and in so doing, take everything that was up there (clean clothes, etc) and throw them on the floor.  The baby is entirely awake now.

But I'm an optimist.  A really, really tired optimist so I close my eyes again, hoping for just five more minutes.  Just five.  It's a Saturday, so I can get five right?

Wrrrroooonnnnggg!  Skyler, who I am convinced must have been waiting outside my doorway, waiting for the exact moment my eyes closed, enters and starts his barrage, "Mom, listen, I'm really sorry about yesterday.  I know I acted like an ass."  He likes to slip in PG-13 swear words now, I can't imagine why.  "And I know I should have been more sensitive about your Grandma having what may have been a stroke.  And I know it was rough on you to see her in the ER like that.  So I feel really bad.  Can you plug me back in now?" 

He's speaking of his internet cord, which got yanked from the modem last night after I lost it over his sheer selfishness and teenage boy attitude.  Listen, I'd love to have a better way to say this, but he did act like a complete ass and he did so, of course, at a time when I was most vulnerable and open for pain. Sooooo, "No, I"m not plugging you back in."  And he gets all exasperated on me, "Mom, why?  Why?  I told you I feel bad.  Why?"  And I just repeat, "I'm not plugging your internet in."  "God Mom why?  Please, c'mon, I promise I'll be better."  "Still no Skyler," I respond.  And him, being the wheeler and dealer that he is, decides it is time for a counter-offer, "Well, can I play WOW on Dad's computer then?"  Yeah, sure, I'm going to deny you internet access and ground you from YOUR computer so I can undermine my OWNSELF and let you play on your father's computer.  I may be asleep but I'm not drunk, at least not yet.  Only kidding....  So he gets denied once again and he exits my room in true pissed off-teenage boy fashion.  Whatever, don't let the door hit you in the ass.

I gave up after that and decided it was time to just face the chaos.  We worked our way through the day, he earned himself two hours of internet by being compliant and helpful.  But I still do worry about him.

Tonight, as I was giving Isaac his bath I smelled a pretty smell.  I do a sensory check...is it the Baby Shampoo?  Nope.  Is it Dr. Bronner's Mild Baby Soap?  Nope, although it does smell good.  Was it the Salonpas wintergreen-y smelling patches I had on my lower back earlier?  Definitely not.  And I knew it couldn't be the clorox wipes Phil had just used on the bathroom floor prior to Isaac's bath.  I write it up to just a combination of smells.

But then when I was dressing Isaac after his bath, I smelled it again.  It smelled like my perfume.  And I love that smell.  But why was I smelling it?  Cassidy was already in bed asleep and she is usually the culprit for all make-up and perfume-related misdemeanors in this house.

Skyler walks up to me and it is strong.  S-T-R-O-N-G.  So I have to ask, "Why am I smelling my perfume?"

He answers, "Oh, 'cause I was wondering what it smelled like so I sprayed it on my arm."  Okaayyyy.  Then he says, "Now I'm kinda mad because I really smell like it and now I know it isn't cologne."  Well, duh.  I asked him, "How could you think it was cologne?"  He said, "It looked like cologne." 

"Skylerrrr," I say, "It says Beautiful on the bottle."  "Oh, " he says, "I did not see that."  Beautiful.

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still love every scrap I have left in my stash and ever project I've done with it! Thanks

for sharing.
People are always telling you what to do, but what's right for them may not be right for

you.I really wish I would of thought of that!