Well, it's my second week of Friday favorites with Janana Bee. We are to post things that got us through the week. Friday is the day of the week to take pause and say, "hey, these are the things that got me through the week this far and thank goodness the weekend is right around the corner."
Monday
I am grateful to the hubby for waking up at 5:45 AM to take care of the little ones for school. He dressed them, fed them, and packed their lunch, and then walked them to the bus stop to catch the 7 AM bus to school.
It would have been a very difficult task for me, as I was sleeping off the monthly cramps. How cruel Mother Nature can be!
Tuesday
Thank you Amazon.com for sending me ‘New Moon’ by Stephenie Meyer. The 48-hour wait was long enough. I now have to take my finals by the end of the week before I can delve into you and figure out the continuing plot to the Twilight trilogy.
Wednesday
Took the risky trip to Richmond with the hubby driving and trying to keep him awake. You know the story. I’ve had a bad dream since that we had crashed with hubby behind the wheel. That’s for another post.
Thursday
Grateful that my child (Tamara) is getting the hang of school. With only seven weeks left to school, it’s a relief to see that my threats and warnings of “no Wii time” have paid off.
Grateful also to the many people who have read and responded to my posts this week. You all are too kind!
Friday
Took my final and aced it. Got a 96%! That was for one class, the other is due by Sunday. Uh yeah, it’s an internet class. Can you see me going to campus now with so much to do?!?
Glad to know that my muscles can still hold the big girl frame up when challenged by Jillian on the Wii. Ha! And she thinks that she is so tough.
*groan whine* I ache all over!
I hope that you all enjoyed your week as well. Have a great weekend!
I went to therapy and let the hubby drive again, against my better judgment. Against ALL better judgment.
The morning started out like any other morning. I packed lunch, hugged the kids, ate breakfast, showered, and dressed for our 10:30 AM appointment.
Needless to say, I wanted to leave at 8:30 but we left at 9:03.
Hubby started the truck up while I added the finishing touches to my face. You know, a chewed up black eyeliner pencil, baby lotion, and Vaseline for lip-gloss. A momma can never find what she is looking for when the kiddies ransack her bathroom and leave her the bare necessities.
I finally got in the truck, and we took off. The fact that we took off at a pace of a NASCAR driver should have hinted me on to what was to lie ahead, but I was concentrating on keeping the hubby awake whilst he drove.
15 minutes into the drive, I blinked all of my eyeliner off, my face felt like I rubbed sandpaper on it, and I licked all of the Vaseline off trying to keep my tongue in my mouth as the hubby swerved around cars to try to make up for lost time.
I felt like I was on a bad rollercoaster ride. I tried to make it more interesting so that the hubby wouldn’t begin to nod off.
Me: “Why are you swerving? I’m getting nauseous just trying to keep in time to the swaying.”
Hubby: “I’m trying to make up for lost time.”
Me: “No duh. But you can drive at a reasonable speed limit and let some of the cars past you. This is not a race.”
Hubby immediately slows down to 55 MPH. The speed limit is 65.
***driving, driving, driving***
Me: looking at my watch as the time rolls by and we haven’t reached the next county yet “You know the speed limit IS 65 MPH.”
Hubby immediately speeds up. He then fiddles with the radio and turns to ‘The Steve Harvey Show’.
We listen contently as a girl named Mikka is interviewing bachelors for a date in Chicago, fully paid for by Steve Harvey.
***driving, driving, driving***
Me: “Whoa! Slow down and let Shamu of the highway get past you. Damn trucks always hogging the road.”
Hubby: “What did you call that truck?”
Me: “Shamu. You know like the whale at sea world somewhere. I don’t know. He’s big and annoying and he practically ran us over trying to get to that next stop sign.”
Hubby: Chuckling “Your silly.”
Me: sourly “I’m glad to be of some amusement to you.”
***driving, driving, driving***
Me: “Pew whee, do you smell that?”
Hubby: “Yeah. The farmers must be out early fertilizing their land.”
Me: voice muffled as I try to talk with both of my hands covering my nose and mouth “You would think that they would have found a better use for cow poo poo than the fields near the highway. Don’t they realize that people actually drive past here and don't want their nostrils insulted?”
Hubby: “That’s not cow manure, it’s human sludge.”
Me: voice muffled as I am still covering my nose and mouth “Na-uh. Stop joking around. They wouldn’t use human waste for farmland.”
Hubby: looking at me as if I just came from the planet bobble head “Hon, this is AmeliaCounty. Welcome to human sludge wastelands U.S.A.”
Me: “Oh my God!” Momentarily forgetting to cover my mouth and nose, and quickly covering them back up again.
Hubby: “You know I heard that it is a good fertilizer for your hair as well. Want to stop and get some?”
Me: I am now using the bottom half of my upturned sweater and both of my hands to cover my nose and mouth as the smell now permeates through the vents in the truck. “Ha. Ha. And ha! I’m so glad that you find yourself sooo amusing.”
Hubby: pouting “Well I’m just saying…”
Me: “Why? I don’t think that joking about.. WHOA! Slow down! You almost hit that car!”
Hubby: “Too late. I’m way ahead of you.”
Me: “But you did almost hit them.”
Hubby: “Well, then he should watch where he puts his car in front of someone then.”
Me: “Why can’t you admit that you almost hit that car?”
Hubby: Turning to me as if his neck is possessed by the devil with a frown on his forehead to match “Please let me drive!”
I back off, because he IS driving. Plus I want to get there in one piece.
***driving, driving, driving, driving***
Hubby is beginning to nod off.
Me: “Dude, watch the road.”
Hubby: “I’m alright, I’m alright.”
Me: grumbling under my breath “You NEED to watch the road.”
Hubby: “Wanna drive?”
Me: “You betcha damn skippy.”
Hubby: sighs as he shakes his head awake and shifts in his seat “You know I can drive.”
Me: “No argument here.”
Hubby: yawning. Hard. With his mouth open.
Me: “Pew whee!! Did you eat cheese this morning?”
Hubby: “Yup!”
Me: mumbling under my breath as I roll down the window “Good God have mercy.”
***driving, driving, driving***
We finally reach our destination, and I announce that I would drive home. The hubby shrugged me off. I took it as a yes.
*** ONE HOUR LATER***
I race to the truck and get in the drivers seat. The hubster didn’t have a chance.
I adjusted the seat, fixed my mirrors, popped in my Whitney Houston Greatest hits CD.
Hubby sat in the passenger seat, leaned back and folded his arms across his stomach.
I drove out of the parking at a respectable speed and made it to the highway without a sound from him. The only sound between the two of us was the sound of Whitney singing.
***driving, driving, and more driving ***
I am now singing along with Ms. Houston, and trying to match her high notes. I am content that I don’t sound so screechy. I am in my own little world and the hubby is silent so I assume that he is sleeping. I look over at him.
Nope. No luck. He is still awake, gripping his knees and frowning.
***driving, driving, driving ***
20 minutes from home and the hubby is still silent. I am still singing along to Ms. Houston and making good time on the highway.
I then look over at the hubs and notice that he is sitting up in his seat gripping his knees and frowning into the windshield.
Me: “What’s wrong?”
Hubby: “I was trying to sleep but I can’t.”
Me: “Why can’t you?”
Hubby: “I liked your nagging this morning better than this singing of yours.”
I always admonish my children for not sharing with each other. I am always reminded of the word ‘sharing’ as one of the first big words that I learned while watching Sesame Street on PBS as a child.
Yet sharing is the word today that eludes me as I sit here trying to write this post to you all.
I think I share a great deal of what goes on in the BIBI household. There is literally never a dull moment, which I am about to prove to you all right now.
About two weeks ago my daughter Tisha, had a seizure. I panicked and took her to the hospital the next day. It was a small seizure mind you, but it was a seizure nonetheless. Three days later I took her to St. Mary’s hospital for an EEG. The results were negative, and I was told to just watch her for the next couple of weeks.
Well, I am still watching out for any signs of a seizure, but none have manifest. While I am doing this I also had a little exchange of words with my SIL. She is not the brightest bulb in the pack, as her manner speaks for itself, but when she approached me about the children (my son and her two sons) fighting, I had to let her know in no kind terms to leave me the f*$# alone with such nonsense.
And the children weren’t fighting with fists or sticks, but just fooling around and pushing each other around and exchanging heated words. As much as an eight, six, and three year old could muster up from their imagination. Have any of you ever called another kid ‘Butt-naked’ and thought it was a bad word? That’s as far as their extensive vocabulary would let them be imaginative. *SIGH* to be a kid again.
Next, the daring rides that I bi-weekly undertake to Richmond with the hubby when he is sleepy and insists on driving. Yes, we are still going to counseling, but our therapist said that we are making good progress and she now just needs to see us every other week, instead of every week as like in the beginning. I tend to disagree, but it’s her call. I hope she realizes the sacrifice that I make just to come see her.
Let me tell you, that one hour and thirty minute ride is not for the weak stomached. He literally nods off behind the wheel and says that he is okay. I won’t dare ask him to let me drive, I’m too busy crumbled up into a ball in my seat so as not to watch the beautiful world pass me by before my premature and imminent death, praying to God which whom I haven’t had a conversation with all week.
All of this on top of having a snow storm that knocked out our power for a full 24 hours, leaving us cold, hungry and without telephone service. The only comfort was that I could call my friend on my cell phone in Florida and ask her “how is the weather down there?!”
My children were out of school for the whole week while my poor little town shut down for the eight inches of snow that we received, only to go back to school on Friday. The school board has now decided to extend the school year until May 22nd. That is something to look forward to. Another whole week of silence so that I can relax with a good book and do more laundry.
But despite all of the exciting things that have happened in the last three weeks I did get a new stove and decided to redecorate the kitchen. The local diner at the truck stop is going to love seeing us all come into their joint everyday for dinner for the next three to four days. All eight of us, who have only managed to get a bowl of cereal and one of those microwaves snacks until dinnertime. Now I know how those people feel on ‘Spice Up My Kitchen’ on HGTV.
Well, now that I am done sharing my exciting past weeks, I’ve got to finish my assignments for school and prepare for finals coming up in the weeks ahead. I think I’ve done my fair share of sharing. No pun intended.
Unrehearsed, no scripts, real life as I know it. This 30-something mom/wife/college student/sister/daughter makes no apologies for talking about her children (love all 7 of them), the hubby (currently my favorite subject), and the not so peaceful world around me (laughter is the best medicine). So take a look, read and comment. I so enjoy the company!
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