So much news.
So little time. Ok, really: So much laziness.
So much for the truth. Now onto facts…
Fact #1: I now have Fridays off. OFF. O.F.F.
I added an hour to my work day Monday-Thursday and have Fridays OFF. I’m giddy with the freedom. Same # of hours a week only 4 days instead of 5. Well, I was working 6 days a week because of my other job but now it is just Sun – Thursday. Two whole days off! Whooohoooo! A day to do laundry and dishes, schedule appointments and shop. Today was my first Friday off, actually, last Friday was my first Friday off but it was before I asked to change my hours. It was just suppose to be a one time deal because of Fact #2 (see below). It worked though and now it is permanent. Unless it doesn’t work out. Then it is un-permanent. But for now, it’s happening. And I am giddy. I actually feel like I’m playing hooky or something. Like I’m skipping out even though I put in my hours this week. A day off! For real! Giddy, I tell you.
I stayed in my pj’s until 2 and did laundry and dishes and picked up the house a bit. My God! I had forgotten the loveliness that is being alone.
Fact #2: TJ had his adnoids out last Friday.
I wasn’t really going to write about it because:
A) Respecting his privacy and all.
B) It is very minor surgery that I was anxious about (because I’m a mom). That and the fact they give you a month to entertain every horror you’ve ever heard about and some you just make up in your head. A month! Why, oh why, can they not just schedule surgery for the day after it is decided the child needs it? Why? My anxiety would have not had a chance to gather its forces and strangle me with fear.
So now you are asking why? Why am I writing about it. Well because. The child asked me if I was going to and when I said no he said I should and he wanted me to. So… there you have it.
Now for the fun part of fact #2: My son was drunk and seeing double and it was FUNNY.
They gave him some medication to take the edge off before the surgery and watching it take affect may have made me forget a bit of the anxiety… until they rolled him away. He told us the ceiling was pulsating and we looked weird. And then he giggled. When the anesthesiologist came by to check on him he giggled some more and pointed at him. Then he told him he had 4 eyes and 2 noses. Then more giggling may have occurred. It was really very entertaining. There was also a moment when my husband took off his baseball cap, held it out next to him and said, “Meet my friend.” TJ made a horrified face. Then we all collapsed into a fit of giggles. Or maybe that was just me. It was funny. Trust me. Possibly the second best part of the whole day. Or maybe the third. The first being TJ making to the bathroom and back without throwing up or passing out. The second being spending the day on the couch with him watching movies we’d rented just for the occasion.
Fact #3: I’m a terrible, no good, very bad parent.
As an early Hanukkah present we took the older two to a concert. Their first concert. TJ’s favorite musician.
First, we walked a half mile in the rain, stood in a very long line in the rain before getting in and then power walked back to the car (in the rain) after the show. All this the DAY AFTER TJ’s surgery. In our defense, we bought the tickets a couple of months ago and promptly forgot all about them. I scheduled the surgery about a month later and STILL did not realize about the concert/surgery coinciding until the week before when my SIL mentioned the show. At which point I shrieked, “WE CAN NOT GO. My baby is having SURGERY.” And there was much eye rolling for all the drama by the other family members. And to be fair, the Dr. okayed it if he was feeling up to it. It was not decided until the final moments whether or not we really were going to go but he insisted he was ok, so go, we did.
The other reason I was the T,NG,VB Parent was the show was Ben Folds. Tell me, have any of you seen Ben Folds in concert?
I am so not up with things. (Also known as Fact #4)
It was at a local college and it was a good show. It was fun and BF seemed to be having fun and I was enjoying myself until… until the major swearing started and I got a bit uncomfortable seated next to my 10 & 11 year olds. And then, the inappropriate song (**warning: not work or kid safe**) started. The inappropriate song was being sung in good fun and all – but to quote my sister-in-law, “I was very uncomfortable during that last song.” To which I replied, “Try being their mother and listening to that while sitting next to them.” To which my husband replied, “I pretended I was somewhere else. What else could I do.”
I was sure CPS would be waiting at our door when we got home. Fortunately, so far it has not seemed to harm TJ’s health any and as far as “the song” goes, we have decided to never speak of it again.
And that is all. For now.
I must get back to my Laundry! and Cooking! and caring of the children! for now they are home again and I am no longer alone.