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Just a call

was all it took to cheer me up today. Was great hearing your voice, old man. Miss you more than you know.

February 20, 2012

1:42 pm. I’ve neglected this a bit. My health hasn’t been the greatest. I have retrobulbar optic neuritis, swelling of the nerve between eye & brain. Vision blurs, light hurts, red doesn’t look red anymore. And having it increases my odds of developing MS. Just had a spinal C/T MRI on Friday. Almost 2 hours strapped in a tube, ending with searing pain, like my muscles were being ripped from bone. I get a brain MRI this Friday.

I turned 33. The day itself was nice enough. Then I got word that my cousin Ignatius – Iggy – had hung himself. Sad.

Mia turned 3. She spent the day, like most, cheerful and excited. Thursday night we had cake & presents when John came home. Purple kitty boots, pink heart rain boots, “floppers,” and art supplies. Daddy did awesome.

Saturday night John took me out to dinner. We tried Vallata, Pump House, called Turtle Club, drove by Gambardella’s, wound up at Bobby’s. After, we picked up the kids and drove out looking for the aurora and stars. Awesome night.

Yesterday, John took the older 2 to see Mr Justin and Miss Hannah. Peanut and I stayed home since he was vomiting. I finished The Great and Secret Show, started Mrs Dalloway.

Today I started writing, again. Feels totally awesome to have words flowing, to have a character coming together out of nothing. Now, I’m going to get ready for a day of shopping & hanging out with sweetie.

January 13, 2012

12:28 am. Last night River refused to sleep. He cried, fought me, fought sleep, kept waking, etc. Once I heard Mia laughing in her dream – that is always a most beautiful thing to behold. JR slept soundly. Buffle got busted for eating all Femmer’s food on the sly. No amount of coffee got me going today but we at least made it outside for a little while. We managed about an hour wandering the backyard in -10* before the wind picked up and ruined our fun.

We all stood under the pine tree, shaking low-hanging branches. Wueste beat me at WWF again, some shit-talking started. Sasha told me she’s moving back up here, about a 3-year timeline. Amanda got back from Chicago – she’ll be getting a stem cell transplant. I wonder how I can help her raise $ for it. Jessie said she’ll be graduating in May at UAF. I have to try to call Darrell tomorrow. Anjyla wants to try Hyland’s so I’ll have to try to remember to pick some up for her. Michael needs his package, maybe a coat.

I miss Mama, her friendship, her advice, her laughter, her love. I wish my kids could know her.

John is going to Vegas at the end of the month, and his mom is going to meet him there if she’s feeling well enough. I wonder sometimes if Sasha will be moving up just as we’re moving down. We’ll see.

The kids & I were over the moon about John coming home tonight. Things feel complete now, hearing them all sound asleep. I’m surrounded by the sounds of those that love me most.

January 11, 2012

It’s 1:40 am. You’re all asleep. Bedtime has been less of a fight the last few days, since I moved all our beds into the playroom downstairs. I think it feels more like we really “live” in our house now that the beds are down here. I damn near got myself stuck in the staircase under the king mattress. John hasn’t seen it yet. He’s been at work forever with the JD Edwards changeover. Two tomorrows, he’ll be home.

It’s been a good day, most of them are. I only had one meltdown with JR today, over Legos, presumably. I always worry that I’m too hard on him. I hope the love comes through though. Mis “read” Mia & the Too Big Tutu under a blanket giggling to herself. River ran around with a playsilk over his head, giving hugs & waving his arms. JR made awesome Lego ships and watched “Rescue Robots” (Bionicle 3) on the iPad. I talked to Chrissy, Stasia came by, my pain levels were so-so. I finished reading “Bones to Ashes” by Kathy Reichs.

I’m exhausted, but forcing myself to write. I want it written, what our days were like. I worry that you’ll all be grown before I blink. I feel like I need to capture pieces of your childhood, if only for myself. I love each of you in such heartbreaking ways. You’re all damn cute asleep, too. I want to take you out in the snow tomorrow if it’s warm enough.

Could use a hug & a prayer

I’ve had a crappy few months and I hardly ever come out and ask for thoughts/prayers like this, but I’m asking. I could use a hug and a prayer.

It’s been one family crisis after another. My father fell. My older sister called me, told me to come see him, that he was in critical condition & most likely going to die. John took the week off work, we drove 8 hours down to see him, only to get there & be told it really was just a broken ankle. That was emotionally taxing enough, given that I have such a rough history with my dad, but we’re in a great place now. I wound up getting in the last fight I’m willing to have with my older sister & her twin daughters (who are just 6 yrs younger than I am, and were raised to be my little sisters). That & my dad’s ankle kept me full up on drama for weeks.

While we were in Anchorage seeing about my dad, my husband’s boss lost his job, throwing their whole hierarchy into chaos & competition to replace him. John was stressed for weeks. The company ended up splitting the dept & essentially eliminating John’s boss’s job. The new structure is awful, and John is always stressed, always working, even when he’s home with us. He works out of town 4 days/3 nights a week, but now ends up doing work stuff all the time when he’s home. The kids were having a hard time with it, and I was left refereeing all sorts of toddler squabbles as a result of their internalization of our stress.

Besides their typical bumps & bruises, the kids have been sick and/or teething, one after the other, making them irritable & unwilling/unable to sleep. I’ve been everything for them for weeks now, so that meant I wasn’t getting any sleep. I had to have an urgent root canal a few months ago, then it was redone about two months ago, and then it started getting worse because it had been cracked. So last Friday, I had to have it pulled. That’s been a blast.

My father-in-law was in the hospital for something gout-related a month or two ago. Then my mother-in-law was hospitalized for diverticulitis. Then they started trading illnesses.

Two weeks ago my older brother was arrested (nothing serious, just cumbersome). Bail hearings, attorney calls, court dates, scrambling, drama. All a pain in the ass.

Last week I found lumps — one in my left armpit, one in the bottom of my left breast, and a pain under my left ribcage. I dropped 5 pounds in the last week without trying. I have an appointment with my doctor in two weeks, as he felt that it would either resolve itself by then, or whatever was left would need to be investigated. I’m trying very very hard to convince myself that this is nothing.

Last Friday, John had a dental appointment to be checked for a dental night guard. The dental office couldn’t offer him the one he needed (for sleep apnea) but has referred him to an oral surgeon because they found a growth on his tongue. I smoked for 15 years before I got pregnant with JR (now 4). John smoked for 15 or so years too, up until JR was born. We’re both worried that we have something cancerous going on.

A few days ago, mother-in-law had her gallbladder removed. Today, we got a call that my mother-in-law was back in the hospital. Apparently, the surgeon nicked/severed her common bile duct. She was supposed to go into emergent surgery this afternoon, but they had to postpone it until tomorrow morning because there wasn’t an available anesthesiologist. She’s not doing so great right now, and John has been freaking out all day. I’ve been trying to give him space, since I lost my mother 3 years ago and remember that there weren’t words or actions that could get through the panic I felt. No one in his family will give him a straight answer about how serious the situation really is, so he’s taken matters into his own hands. He’s taken the week off work, and just left to get on a plane from Fairbanks, AK to San Antonio, TX. If all goes well, he’ll be coming home Saturday. If not, well, we haven’t wanted to talk about that.

Through all this, I’ve had clients needing work done. (I help design & maintain websites.) They’ve been marvelously patient with me, but I feel very guilty that I haven’t devoted enough time to them. Some days, all I want to do is tweak some code but can’t get to it, what with all the hats I wear. Other days, I just want to play with the yummy yarn I’ve gotten from Three Irish Girls and the backwards loop. I think tomorrow is a yarny day while I wait by the phone for updates about MIL.

So that’s a lot of whining from me, and I could really use a hug & a prayer. Thank you. <3

Randomness

My older sister is a cunt.  Her twins are white trash bitches.  All three of them are ridiculously unhappy.  I’m done with them all.  I’m kind of over being angry at them, as in I’m tired of it but not sure if I’m actually done yet.    I certainly haven’t talked to them in a good long while, and have no desire whatsoever to talk to them again anytime soon.  They keep telling me that I’m not family, so I’m trying to regard them as I would strangers or acquaintances; they have my pity, but whatev.

“Forgiveness is giving up the hope that the past could have been any different.”  I’ve just about gotten there with my dad.  It’s refreshing.

Darrell got arrested again.  Jackass.  He sure seems like he’s trying to do life on the installment plan.  Hopefully this lawyer of his will get him another good deal.

I’ve sucked it up and accepted help.  John has put out a Craigslist ad, and I now have a housekeeper.  She deep cleaned the kitchen a few days ago, then came back today and deep cleaned the bathroom & kids room.  I wasn’t sure how happy I’d be having a stranger in my house, picking up after me and my family, but it’s actually a load off.   The kids get along with her, she’s not overly chatty, she works hard, so I’m comfortable having her in my home.  I’m glad that John is willing to get me a housekeeper.  That man of mine really does take such amazing care of me.

Life is pretty good.

Happy New Year!

Day 3 of 30 Day Shred, done. I actually had to do it today before I went to sleep because I felt like I didn’t want to lose momentum or progress. If that ain’t new, I don’t know what is.

It’s a new damn year, so I’m going to peel back fifty layers of fat to reveal a new damn me. A better me is in here, and I just have to sweat the bitch out. 😉

There are a lot of other places I would have expected myself to be tonight, if you had asked me ten years ago. Actually, if I’d kept up the pace I was at ten years ago, I wouldn’t be here tonight.

I’m someplace better.

I’m a happily married mother of three. I’m sober, responsible, respectable, lovable. I’m awesome. I’m not just alive, but well on my way to thriving.

I’m happy.

And sleepy. Happy New Year!

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