I know many of you miss my blog, for which I am dreadfully sorry. I haven't much left in me these days. My writing is broken so to speak. But so as not to leave you with nothing (hooray double negatives!) here is a brief recap of my day.
12:00 am: Observe clock in room A5 of Houston Northwest ER. Mom had chest pains earlier in the day, though doesn't feel she needs medical attention. After 4 hours in the ER, Lindsay and I compromise with her that if she is still hanging out at 3:00 am, we will let her go home and die in her sleep. This guilts her into staying the extra .5 hour to get the all clear from the doctor.
1:00 am: Return home to my beloved Ron, faithfully waiting up for me so he can make sure I am physically and emotionally sound. As I am on day 3 of a virulent flu/cold/ebola strain, I appreciate this and collapse into bed.
4:00 am: Ron kicks me awake and informs me that the neighbors have complained of my loud snoring. Make mental note to get thyroid checked as I return to my dreamland which features Paula Abdul choreographing me in the Wizard of Oz meets America's Next Top Model.
7:00 am: Avery awakens me to inform me of a nightmare. Something about the lady from American Idol and ruby slippers. I register that I should probably make her breakfast, but instead return to my bed, grab a tissue, and resume my feverish slumber. Ron sighs awake and takes over morning duties.
11:00 am: Awaken feeling slightly less feverish, but no less haggard looking.
12:00 pm: Confirm with Linz (via text message) that mom is alive and kicking and cleaning out the garage to stave off restlessness.
1:00 pm: Depart for afternoon adventure to Target, in need of OJ, diet Coke, more tissues, and presents for the wedding and baby shower we are attending on Saturday.
2:00 pm: Find wine for wedding gift. Contemplate buying beer for mother-to-be (it was on her registry, because she's awesome like that). Decide on more traditional approach.
3:00 pm: Go to Linz's house to borrow clothes and accessories for wedding tomorrow. Mom has unearthed writings and report cards from high school. Observe my delusional state has not evolved in 15 years and take home the proof to Ron so that he'll know I was always like this.
4:00 pm: Read through old texts, check email, get girls off the bus.
5:00 pm: Break up fight between Allie and Avery. Chief complaint? "She was trying to be prettier than me!"
6:00 pm: Make homemade pizza for dinner. Avery spends duration of dinner flailing in her chair similar to mentally challenged spider monkey on a meth binge.
7:00 pm: World War III breaks out when the girls and I are playing tic-tac-toe. Allie goes to her room and slides a note under the door, directing us to "DO. NOT. COME. IN. HEAR." [sic]
7:30 pm: Allie confesses she is a in a sad mood because her boyfriend Landon broke up with her. Again. I inform her she is not allowed to have a boyfriend until she is 10. She declares I am ruining her life. Pat self on back for accomplishing this ahead of schedule, since she is only 6.
8:00 pm: Pry yearbook away from Allie, who wants to stare and Landon's picture as she goes to sleep.
9:00 pm: Settle in to watch The Soup with Ron as we eat mint chocolate chip ice cream.
9:30 pm: Decide the ice cream is not strong enough and break open the wine we bought as a wedding gift. We're taste testing it.
10:30 pm: That wine was crap. So glad we saved our friends from having to drink that. (Note: It wasn't so bad that we didn't drink it.)
11:00 pm: My evening fever returns and Ron heads to bed as I figure out how to comfortably ice down my forehead while not freezing to death.
12:00 am: Stare at the clock on the computer and realize that after 90 days of silence, I'm going to bust out and blog again.
I do plan on blogging again, but I need a place where I feel more myself. You'll be informed of the blog addy as soon as I decorate it up all nice. Love you guys and thanks for loving me back.
