tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-191783402024-03-07T16:58:05.577-06:00Boy CrazyI miss those little babies......Still crazy about my boys (and girl) but, ya'll, girls are HARD...andriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936122859722777328noreply@blogger.comBlogger896125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19178340.post-78794935239687591412023-01-15T17:02:00.000-06:002023-01-15T17:02:09.112-06:00Who Knew? <p> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOYclsgByZO-dqmP0Q5ytS6g_zhBiHm5_U1iNN_qMXjJY4oRgdjcXzBq3xGGea7jyIRejMX1pUI7hRVHWThkttdSC6kWfBEM-UB0Qm7DCj8ccVAZ-2CZUudOt8HTvQPZmbru-DSsOCdUCoK0pewmX_DGRuDm4O2lMnoLq6RWE3Df7k3PsG5dQ93g7a/s320/PICT0012.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="240" data-original-width="320" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOYclsgByZO-dqmP0Q5ytS6g_zhBiHm5_U1iNN_qMXjJY4oRgdjcXzBq3xGGea7jyIRejMX1pUI7hRVHWThkttdSC6kWfBEM-UB0Qm7DCj8ccVAZ-2CZUudOt8HTvQPZmbru-DSsOCdUCoK0pewmX_DGRuDm4O2lMnoLq6RWE3Df7k3PsG5dQ93g7a/s1600/PICT0012.JPG" width="320" /></a></p>That day...fourteen hours later I was mom to a daughter. I was thrilled. I wanted a girl with each pregnancy and finally, <i>finally</i>, her she was. Pink bows, mary-janes, frilly dresses, and Disney dolls. I was in heaven reliving my own girlhood through hers. Oh, I love my boys fiercely but they were different than me. Now I had one of my own and life was good. <p></p><p>Then. </p><p>I can't really say when it started but I can recall a small shift in middle school. Then there came COVID with it's online school and isolation. High School sealed the deal and before I knew it my once happy, delightful, extroverted little girl became the see-ya-ou'side girl from Dr. Phil. It's been three years now, the last year the worst, and I still can't believe we are here. I have no idea who she is anymore and I fear the things she is doing in the solitude of the room she rarely leaves. </p><p>There is so much to say and yet I don't know how to say it. I'd post a picture because that might help some but she's already very colorfully told me not to post her on FB. I am sure an entire story would really piss her off but it's also my story. One of my boys lives in his own apartment, the second one will be leaving in August to a school far away. I am struggling with these milestones and, yet, I can't sit back and really deal with how I am dealing with them because there is always something with her. </p><p>Will you pray for her? That's really the only thing I know to do anymore. I have stumbled and fumbled and everytime I think I've almost gotten a grasp, she falls away. </p><p>I am still thrilled to have a daughter. I just need to learn to live with the one I have. </p>andriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936122859722777328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19178340.post-70197619214862953082022-08-09T09:48:00.001-06:002022-08-09T09:48:31.892-06:00Beginning of the School Year...<p> Well, not quite, but soon. HOW is raising teenagers more time-consuming than raising toddlers? I really thought I'd bring the blog back this summer. HA. </p><p>Still haven't done the birthday posts either. Short version: Jacob is 21, Adam is 17, Elizabeth is 15. Remember when she was born. Yeah, can't believe how fast that happened. </p><p>Anyway. I interviewed for a few full-time, you-need-to-decorate-a-classroom jobs and ended up turning them all down. I loved the schools and would have loved a new group of all day, every day students again but the best offer I got equaled $14.90 an hour and was a half hour away on a good day. I mean, REALLY? I made more working the church preschool way back when. Not much more, but more. I couldn't see myself with no free time, taxed heavily, and bringing home very little even with my fantastic medication. So. I will be working with the boss I had pre-COVID at a different preschool. I probably won't make much but at least I will have something to buy a pizza with now and again because, right now?, I am broke. Well, I have $25 in my pocket from tutoring this morning but it's fair to say I am poor so time to add what little I can to that savings. </p><p>My dad was going to buy a house in West Virginia and I was so ready to pack up and move there next summer but, alas, it wasn't up to his standards so no house. That doesn't mean there won't ever be a house, but it wasn't meant to be. </p><p>Adam is a senior now. He thinks he's big stuff and almost an adult and I just don't understand how the world works or what is best for him. Sound familiar? I can recall exactly where I was when I made that remark to my parents. RIP Elbys...miss the Strawberry Pie. I can't get him to even make a plan.....he's going to go with the flow, have fun, find himself, money? eh, he can't think about that right now. I am torn between let him be happy and forcing him to grow up. It's August, I just can't think about that right now. </p><p>Elizabeth is repeating ninth grade. She wanted to transfer to a smaller school in a smaller town in a smaller state but here we are. We'll take it one day at a time. She needs therapy and medication but she'll take neither. I thought Jacob was bad? Woah Nelly, Even Apollo is scared of her. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMSGo0miY7MK8pXLp-dDBQs3yfftX8uypcF31pyE_GLtzPJZ5tc-Q-B6YHg7-UtLYpqaRREY2Rf2J8JIBeZndeL5qqrNtR7mxenHnnX0olgHcMKHkCdjxpYj1ndiZlgbc2jKPfcWpb7ryEM-t_-27qRlznKhFY1iLa1gdE8clTdUxYEW5E2mk/s3024/C8425F0E-749F-4D55-A3C6-B2E9D4AE015C.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMSGo0miY7MK8pXLp-dDBQs3yfftX8uypcF31pyE_GLtzPJZ5tc-Q-B6YHg7-UtLYpqaRREY2Rf2J8JIBeZndeL5qqrNtR7mxenHnnX0olgHcMKHkCdjxpYj1ndiZlgbc2jKPfcWpb7ryEM-t_-27qRlznKhFY1iLa1gdE8clTdUxYEW5E2mk/s320/C8425F0E-749F-4D55-A3C6-B2E9D4AE015C.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>Jacob....well, he's 21 therefore he drinks. He also would like to move to Colorado or California if you get my drift and he has a 4.0 GPA but he's still a sophomore. He drops every class in which he will not make an A. He just doesn't get that he only has two semesters of tuition money left. He spent the summer here. It was painful. Everyone loves to here each day what a terrible parent they were. He didn't work, he didn't study, he didn't go out and he felt entitled to stay here and criticize us because his childhood was so awful. I admit, it wasn't the best, but damn, let's all move forward and try to fix it instead. </p><p>So.....yeah, parenting wasn't my best period. Yes, I am still in it. I have been working to improve it for years and I feel like I learned from poor first born but, this is hard ya'll....it doesn't get easier, please don't let anyone ever tell you that. I have done my best. </p><p>Apollo is very well behaved, has ambition, and thinks I am the best mom ever. </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>andriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936122859722777328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19178340.post-69564197058972240502022-05-25T07:42:00.003-06:002022-05-25T07:42:42.208-06:00End of the School Year<p> One more day! Thank Goodness! </p><p>Sometimes I sit down, like now, and wonder what in the world I was doing sending my children to public school. And by public, I mean in a big building with other kids. Public was so much better than private for us, just saying. But anyway....</p><p>I remember sending each of mine to ninth grade and worrying so much. The rumors about drugs, assaults, petty fights, unqualified teachers, <i>shootings</i>......Could there be a shooting at my kid's school? Damn, I hope not. Then it became one of those things where you wake up, send them off, go about your day, they come home, lather, rinse, repeat. THEN. Then <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Santa_Fe_High_School_shooting" target="_blank">Santa Fe</a> happened. Ya'll. That's right down the road from us. I was considering sending Adam there to play football. One of the teachers was one of our preschooler's grandmothers. Way too close. Yes. I seriously considered homeschooling from there on but my kid's are very social creatures and wouldn't hear of it. Deep down I figured, well, it won't happen at their school, so very near <i>their</i> school. Their HIGH SCHOOL. </p><p>And then here we are again. </p><p>We do not live near Uvalde, but my dad goes there each year to hunt ducks in the fall. He knows people there, it's a friendly town. I wonder which, if any, of those families he has interacted with have lost their children. What in the world was an 18 year old very young adult, CHILD REALLY, doing with an assault rifle? It's a hunting town there, they make money on that type of tourism, but do you need THAT to kill a small bird? </p><p>I've been fielding out resumes and applications to teach in public school again next year. I have a degree in Elementary Education and a Masters in Special Education. 1992. I was excited to make a difference and spend my days back in elementary schools and lately I have felt the same way, hoping for a second or third grade classroom, how I would decorate, what the kids would need from me, the staff I would forge relationships with.....now. I am scared. Would I die protecting my students or would I run screaming from adrenaline because I still have kids to raise? No one should have thoughts like that. The last year I taught preschool we had shooter drills. It was insane. Not because, eh, what are the odds? Insane watching these 2-5 year olds hiding, attempting to be silent, blinds drawn, huddling in a shared bathroom with little boy pee on the floor wondering aloud if they would be able to finish their painting before time to go home. We were in a meeting following and they were asking us the steps to take if you were caught outside during an active shooting and I said straight up, I am running them all to my car and getting the hell out of there. I might have been reprimanded. But, seriously, a drill would never prepare you. Look at those poor kids stuck in a room with the shooter, man, you just pray and trust your gut. Those poor teachers. They knew they were going to die. They died for $50.000 a year, measly benefits, disrespect from parents, administration, and most students, and a government that believes they are so dismissable that a 1% raise isn't always guaranteed and definitely no supplies to actually teach. But, hey! maybe your town needs a million dollar <a href="http://www.collectspace.com/news/news-071720a-nassau-bay-spire-nasa-monument.html" target="_blank">thing</a> for no apparent reason. </p><p>I don't think I want to teach anymore. </p><p>Elizabeth spent three months in alternative high school this winter. I worried daily about her safety there. She learned absolutely nothing as they did no work there. It was essentially a daytime prison for teenagers. She was groped, pushed, spit on, and one day the police were called because a kid had a knife (but they were all frisked going in and he was caught before entry). Yep. It was scary. BUT, no shooting. Even with all the drills we endured, it never occured to me that a shooter might target an elementary school as much as they might want to target a high school. Even just typing that is WRONG. "Oh, let's see, I think now that you are in ninth grade your odds of being killed going to learn increases". NOPE. NOPE. NOPE. (and yes, I remember Sandy Hook). </p><p>What do I do now? What will you do now? My son will be senior TOMORROW! My daughter is starting over and has four more years. There's no football team at the Mama's Scared HomeSchool. Or Math. My kids are still social. Would interacting with a dog be okay? No. And then, they graduate. Are they now completely safe? No, they are not. </p><p>I completely agree when people say this violence (and it's not all school violence) is a people problem but, hell, why would you arm the people with the problem? With assault weapons no less? </p><p>I know I will piss some people off but so what? All of the men I know have guns. They shoot animals with them. I am not a fan. I figure they can go to HEB and get all the meat they want, but the stores don't carry dove or duck or deer so whatever. I do not believe they hunt with assault rifles. I know they also carry pistols on their person and that's a new occurance......mostly due to all the shootings and attacks out there. I guess they like to consider themselves heroes but so far, never used them other than at a range. Not that I have to justify anything for anyone but there it is.</p><p>Texas has made it even harder since COVID to be a teacher. More tests, more classes, more full summers, more paperwork, more expensive licensure, more expensive courses, less pay, less benefits, now more violence. I wonder how many quit now. I wonder how many are changing their majors. What happens to our kids when there is no one there to educate them? Are they even getting the education they deserve? Obviously something is missing somewhere to make them want to kill innocent babies. I went to school in the 70s and 80s.....if someone had conflict they had a 1-2 punch fight in the parking lot after class and that was that. If that. Usually by the end of the day everyone just wanted to go home. Or hang out. I think psychiatric help needs to be a mandatory class for everyone now. I don't want to teach my grandchildren science because people are not stable enough to be around others. </p><p>Your thoughts? </p><p>You are welcome to disagree with me. I won't hurt you. </p><p>Now. What should I do with my career life now? </p>andriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936122859722777328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19178340.post-77142906270015956072022-02-21T10:50:00.004-06:002022-02-21T11:15:30.360-06:00Oh Look, A Holiday....<p> Oh how I need a day off. It's 10:30 and I still haven't done a thing. I haven't decided if I feel good or bad about this. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiOPy2rnCy6YS-rjoxBGBythbXNlnEAIeHIxYhvpT_Fd11PI7DAX9lwzXQOvuzUZxCq3StvnR7m0GRfJOckySlAxnC3kadWQ6IdBpDTxavI21EbtGhrnt_lhWSY05FgWXIbjAjp1DNNSA22PWeqz8miO-bUkANF9rYsdnb2Jtvz1KFRbDZ4hm4=s4032" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiOPy2rnCy6YS-rjoxBGBythbXNlnEAIeHIxYhvpT_Fd11PI7DAX9lwzXQOvuzUZxCq3StvnR7m0GRfJOckySlAxnC3kadWQ6IdBpDTxavI21EbtGhrnt_lhWSY05FgWXIbjAjp1DNNSA22PWeqz8miO-bUkANF9rYsdnb2Jtvz1KFRbDZ4hm4=s320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p>He's my spirit animal. He's happy I didn't leave today. Yet. </p><p>How is it I have to clean more than I did when they were little? My goodness, I spent all weekend making this place spotless and woke up this morning to such a mess. I sometimes think my husband makes it just to have something to complain about. I am just grateful he still went to work during the shutdown. </p><p>Anyway, I developed a little, bitty E-bay habit during that time. I have some cool stuff now and a beautiful new <strike>cheap </strike>wardrobe, but it caused him to develop a great big bad attitude because, really, Je-sus wants the women to submit to their husband so how dare you? To keep the peace I've been paying the charge bills since this summer (which also happen to have the groceries he eats, the clothes his kids wear, the car repairs, you know). As of yesterday I am completely broke of the money I saved since I started working again in 2010. It's sad that in twelve years of teaching I only saved $28,433. So yes, blew through it all and not all of that was E-bay related. </p><p><i>ADD Moment: I applied to teach in Florida recently, thought maybe I'd do summer school there. Um, they pay $25,000 a year with a Masters. You don't get to complain about school closures and mask mandates and your kid's lazy teacher while that is still going on. </i></p><p>So as I was seeing that 0 balance in something I was hoping would help me <strike>get away from years of negativity</strike> <i>retire, </i>wondering what would happen if I or the kids actually needed something my chakras aligned with a thought: What WILL happen if I don't charge anything else this year. Yes. Year. I am working three jobs and get paid pretty little BUT I can use this time to save. It was kinda nice not going into the supermarket during "it". Ditto, Target. </p><p><i>Don't get me wrong, I love Target. And Dollar Tree. And goodness gracious that Marshalls! But they are bad news for me. Let's not mention Amazon. Ebay? I think I'll miss you most of all. </i></p><p>So. </p><p>This is something new I am going to try. I doubt it'll cure the negativity, but at least I'll be able to replenish a small savings<strike> just in case. </strike></p><p>I don't think I'll discuss that here. This began for the kids and I want to mostly keep it that way. If you wonder that will be here: </p><p> <a href="https://thekidsgrewupsofastwhoknew.blogspot.com" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">For Richer, For Poorer</a></p><p>I'm the latter now, the husband is the former. </p>andriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936122859722777328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19178340.post-8339626453973004612022-02-20T12:47:00.005-06:002022-02-20T12:47:58.987-06:00Ez<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjnlpaBjL4Yugn-r9gEc2XW8VqlItSoBE2g9LnxRwwKMi8h60Fw_kA547Aj9KalMjbtzVeVTcXJ0qFb8_7SBWX8mNwuZd_84iRGUjM2QHCtYzGGNYkKSUdrrwtxHpAeQYgQjpyF4KoTT1MVmqM4aO3tFIMPWTItp8g9JAiY17SpIsVjON5O-vM=s4288" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3216" data-original-width="4288" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjnlpaBjL4Yugn-r9gEc2XW8VqlItSoBE2g9LnxRwwKMi8h60Fw_kA547Aj9KalMjbtzVeVTcXJ0qFb8_7SBWX8mNwuZd_84iRGUjM2QHCtYzGGNYkKSUdrrwtxHpAeQYgQjpyF4KoTT1MVmqM4aO3tFIMPWTItp8g9JAiY17SpIsVjON5O-vM=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Today is my sweet Schmoo-Schmoo Ezra's birthday. </p><p>This picture was taken on his last birthday. 2012. I can't believe it's been ten years without him. </p><p>I swear he hung on so long because of those kids, things were better when he was here. Jacob didn't handle his death well and, really, neither did Derick. He cried more that day than he did when his mother passed five months later. </p><p>He was a pretty fantastic dog, just saying. </p><p>Anyway, my kids are either grown (Jacob) or about to be (Adam) or old enough to decide her childhood was absolutely horrible (guess who?). On a long road trip a few weeks ago they started reminiscing about Max and Ruby and Schlitterbahn and how none of them eat waffles with syrup because I never allowed it when the discussion took a turn. According to their memories their dad stopped liking them in 2013. Right around the time the dog and the mom died. Hmmmm.....I never really noticed it but they may have a point. I know he loves his kids but it was around then that he started to check out. I mean, who could blame him? But now, what do I do with this information about the feelings they have been harboring? What could I have been doing for them then instead of obliviously going on with life? </p><p>So. </p><p>Ten years. Eventually I'll have more about that time. No one has been abused or scarred but now I can look back and see where I didn't always make the best choices for us. The past is the past and I won't dwell on it, but it effected them. More than I thought. </p>andriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936122859722777328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19178340.post-91768671939181266332022-02-14T08:51:00.003-06:002022-02-14T08:51:29.739-06:00Happy Valentines Day......<p> Ah, life. It gets in the way of so much doesn't it? </p><p>I can't believe I ever had the time to do this everyday. With three kids under 5 at that. Yay sad, anxiety-ridden, friendless me!</p><p>It's Valentines Day. We don't really celebrate it now that the kids are way too old for class parties and a pack of Skittles doesn't do it for them anymore. I can't say that I miss it. I HATED those damn boxes and the sticky candy found in the bedroom carpet months later. I've been married, what? 22 years now and have NEVER gotten a Valentines gift because it's "just an excuse for stores to make money". Does that upset me? I don't really know anymore. It just is what it is. </p><p>Let's just put it all out there, shall we? </p><p>It's 2022. I started this in 2005. If anyone new wants to read back around, eh, 2009? I may have complained about my husband a little. Did I blog in 2013? If so, I probably complained a lot. It was somewhere in those years that I realized my husband didn't really like me too much. The rolled eyes, the disrespect, the heavy sighs at everything I said....it was heartbreaking and sad and I was just stuck as to what to do. I used to say I would never tolerate a bad situation, but that is exactly what I did. I had a mentally ill middle schooler, a middle child who was pretty much raising himself, and a baby who thought she should be the center of everyone's world. Not to mention the low-paying <strike>full-time</strike> part-time job I took just to grasp for a little respect from the husband who stopped respecting me the minute I gave birth and lost my job. Oh, I forget, my job was just a hobby. Yes. That was when I knew it wouldn't last. </p><p>Anyway, there I was stuck in a loveless marriage with so many kids with so many issues I couldn't even begin to sort. At one point he told me he wanted to leave and be happy by himself and I actually begged him to stay because I couldn't imagine working full time and probably then some to just barely get by on a shitty teacher salary and still be able to be there for my kids, most specifically, Jacob. He was not in a good way during those years. So. I did what I thought was best for them and lost all respect for myself by not only slamming the door on his ass on the way out, I asked him to stick it out as well. </p><p>Thats when I went numb. Oh, I loved my kids, loved teaching, adored my friends and our time together, but being home was weird. It was like the kids and me and the guy that lived with us. </p><p>It still is. </p><p>You see, Jacob may be an adult and for the most part out of the house, but I have two more bringing up the rear. Three more semesters for Adam, a lot for Elizabeth. </p><p>It's been years and we have made it comfortable and I have to be honest and say sometimes fun, but that lovelessness is still there no matter what is said and where I thought I could do it until I died so my kids could have an intact family until we died, I am unsure now. </p><p>I am hoping to bring the blog back. Where it used to be, oh-my-word THESE KIDS! SO HARD! SO TIRED!, maybe some young (yep, old now....senior discount at the Good Will!) mom will find herself in a similar spot and google and find this and just know....someone gets you and where you are. </p><p>There is so much more I haven't told ya'll in so very long. I miss the online support, probably could have used it much way back when. Is that a thing anymore? </p><p>Bear with me, I am sure it will be a slow start. I am working three jobs with one day off and teenagers have so much to do......If you feel love today embrace it! Don't feel sorry for me, I am happy today. Really. </p><p>I mean, how could I not be?</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjRyB7e1zjMsbtM0pllLDpWU2pLRWblHNgEgCyY7RMfJHxzMXXMa6BTbABty00KCxVW4At72XdyuQ6iil2owdcOj7VsPAZ-GMa1BjPvxzT575HEYciu43dd2GJK6Ss__JseL8bmijPvolx-4JHhw-PTQZFZ02Z7dTcSiHs_uFuENFeWcjlocvQ=s5088" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5088" data-original-width="3392" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjRyB7e1zjMsbtM0pllLDpWU2pLRWblHNgEgCyY7RMfJHxzMXXMa6BTbABty00KCxVW4At72XdyuQ6iil2owdcOj7VsPAZ-GMa1BjPvxzT575HEYciu43dd2GJK6Ss__JseL8bmijPvolx-4JHhw-PTQZFZ02Z7dTcSiHs_uFuENFeWcjlocvQ=s320" width="213" /></a></div><br /><p>Seriously though? Can you believe them? Where did the time go? </p>andriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936122859722777328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19178340.post-11781182921886775452021-02-22T11:13:00.002-06:002021-02-22T11:13:59.297-06:00Facing My Fear Head On<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKMS04Tv5ZSyVqVBqOn4k7DRIiD0sNDZbbKhVqTvvGsa2znyw60_Ai1tgMo1GKZCZlHEck8lqhCw8bjwwdXkZVuRzJ9F53JeLRnNWFHcNtz2281X8XAG6ENiAs4yica1MXUjTthw/s2048/2789C6E1-E645-4E46-B84E-DDB7C22110F0.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKMS04Tv5ZSyVqVBqOn4k7DRIiD0sNDZbbKhVqTvvGsa2znyw60_Ai1tgMo1GKZCZlHEck8lqhCw8bjwwdXkZVuRzJ9F53JeLRnNWFHcNtz2281X8XAG6ENiAs4yica1MXUjTthw/s320/2789C6E1-E645-4E46-B84E-DDB7C22110F0.jpeg" /></a></div><br /> Can you believe this? <p></p><p>16 years old! </p><p>If you go to the beginning of my blog he was 9 or 10 months old. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVtGwatwrdE6fpTrFnocenyVfAxdtCy8GooG01ZreIsy_L4vknvSphlqLeUPLIZ_oXulLt7sUO5Xof2GuaCs3n9NZjPXtWDtX9y5_VBav9R4ozlwQ8vFW0OWdrwGuS-KlGqaU-vw/s2048/D2637F0F-3083-4900-A818-A6DE1D7D0F8D.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVtGwatwrdE6fpTrFnocenyVfAxdtCy8GooG01ZreIsy_L4vknvSphlqLeUPLIZ_oXulLt7sUO5Xof2GuaCs3n9NZjPXtWDtX9y5_VBav9R4ozlwQ8vFW0OWdrwGuS-KlGqaU-vw/s320/D2637F0F-3083-4900-A818-A6DE1D7D0F8D.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>Like this....</p><p>He'll leave for college in a little over two years. Oy, my heart. </p><p>I need to write a birthday post but I have so much to say and my mind hasn't organized it yet. </p><p>Anyway, I will tell you this: Adam caught the COVID. </p><p>I knew he would. When this started and we were racing through the Denver airport last March to catch our unmasked flight and he asked me why people were getting upset about "a little cold" and I told him he probably didn't need to worry about it but his dad and his grandparents and me did and he scoffed and pulled his best Donald Trump Its a China thing impression I poked him in the shoulder and said, "Well, you'll be the one to give it to us, mark my works, MARK MY WORDS!" and he laughed at me. </p><p>He apologized driving home from school where he had begged me through text to come and get him because he was SICK, so SICK. I was sure he was giving me the business and forgot to complete an assignment or he and the girlfriend (ugh, she's the worst, another story) had another break-up (think there have been 12 so far). He wanted me THAT MINUTE to take him to be tested and I REFUSED! Last spring I would have raced there. Cymbalta. It's the best. Anywho, This was Monday on Wednesday he hadn't been awake more thank maybe four hours a day so I figured let's bang this out and, sure enough, he was POSITIVE. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmWebs0t3_VwEYF4HpOtFvabnK3kNmZ0-q4kevkcpSrcb3sM0PP8WowwuiCmlGfuCvorWaj1XCtIzXe4BxIA1kP6WMNUenj8L7YmCy14DXxFNv6vh7xLxPT_p_VBmOkYnKbSI4VA/s1334/21162339-BCDB-48D5-81BD-238B89B49F1C.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1334" data-original-width="750" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmWebs0t3_VwEYF4HpOtFvabnK3kNmZ0-q4kevkcpSrcb3sM0PP8WowwuiCmlGfuCvorWaj1XCtIzXe4BxIA1kP6WMNUenj8L7YmCy14DXxFNv6vh7xLxPT_p_VBmOkYnKbSI4VA/s320/21162339-BCDB-48D5-81BD-238B89B49F1C.png" /></a></div><br /></div><br /><p>Some kid at lunch who never sat with him ever before, sat with him on January 29. On February 1 he had plugged sinuses and congestion, the next day a very slight cough and only for that day. On February 2 his head hurt, REALLY hurt. On February 3 he could not taste and that's when I sorta, kinda freaked out a little. We went through a drive through, I touched his filthy nose swab with my fingers to help him put it in the big biohazard bag to send off. Never even had another thought about doing that because I was SURE he was negative. He must only have a sinus infection because, you know, I had that the past two weeks, don't you remember? You inherited the crappy sinuses and recurrent migraines just like me, don't sweat it little dude, we're all good. </p><p>I almost threw up when I got that text above. </p><p>But by February 5 when we got the results he felt fine, aside from the lack of taste that had gotten worse. So the rest of us got the earliest test we could and we were all negative. Today is February 22 and none of us have felt sick since although I do wonder if maybe gave it to Adam because our symptoms were the same almost to the letter but I don't go out anywhere. Maybe Elizabeth caught it at school and gave it to me and she was never sick? She is constantly in my face, it could happen I guess. I can't find anyone to give me an antibody test so I just have to wonder now. I feel fabulous now. Again, Cymbalta is the best. The best news though, my parents got the first dose of the vaccine during this time. We had a "little" winter storm last week so hoping it doesn't push back their appointment for this Friday for the second dose. We will wait three weeks and then see them again. Of course I guess Adam can see them now, I stil don't really understand all the rules. </p><p>Have any of you had "it"? Have you gotten the vaccine? At first I thought I wouldn't get one but my parents, so far, have had no problems with it. I want to work again next year. My boss is starting a kindergarten at her preschool. I want that job. I can't wait to get my call. I have no problem wearing a mask out anywhere for the rest of my life if I have to, I just want to have dinner with people again and not worry about my parents so much. </p><p><br /></p>andriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936122859722777328noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19178340.post-19031319638085714772021-02-12T12:25:00.002-06:002021-02-12T12:25:16.286-06:002021....<p> Kiss it 2020!</p><p>So much for a weekly post. </p><p>If anyone is even reading this, sorry to leave you hanging. </p><p>Let's see....what went on the rest of the year.....</p><p>They cancelled my most wonderful time of the year in June (my PCB vacation). I spent the entire month of July with my parents. It was awesome. We did absolutely nothing and I couldn't have been happier with the exception of losing my mind every time my dad went to the supermarket. August: Adam started football and it was nerve-wracking but he did well. September: kids did online school, Adam still went to football we went to the beach for my birthday with friends. October: Kids went back to school in person. I actually needed them to do that. They weren't doing well online and I needed some alone time. November: Went back up to the lake for Thanksgiving. Spent $6.000 online for Christmas gifts. My husband is still mad about it. December: My sister came for Christmas. They got tested first so it wasn't too stressful. Adam and Elizabeth were quarantined due to exposure most of December so we were able to enjoy ourselves and not worry too much. </p><p>Oh....the best thing ever.....I went on the maximum dosage of Cymbalta in May for depression and anxiety. I feel like myself again and I mean myself as in my 2000 self. I should have done this years ago. 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It's a long story. Maybe I will get to it one day. Let me tell you, though, I love this sweet baby with every fiber of my being. I needed him so much more than he needed me. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIljmTChNPJ18nlOwLDzVItplOnXzLF8PsmSrkVDQWwPm5A8ZO_eIW-py4Q8yzWobNy8kCNgmq1qINnt4slwpTEJ2WS6FzZI3VwIijNitupeewmIxdCykmYDwwFfLsH41mBWS6IQ/s2048/CC503A66-1AA9-4254-8EE8-0E4CFDE6319B.heic" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIljmTChNPJ18nlOwLDzVItplOnXzLF8PsmSrkVDQWwPm5A8ZO_eIW-py4Q8yzWobNy8kCNgmq1qINnt4slwpTEJ2WS6FzZI3VwIijNitupeewmIxdCykmYDwwFfLsH41mBWS6IQ/s320/CC503A66-1AA9-4254-8EE8-0E4CFDE6319B.heic" /></a></div><br /><p>I mean, how pitiful.....I couldn't say no. I actually committed to adopting him before <strike>asking </strike> telling my husband. </p><p>His name is now Apollo. I hate that name. I wanted Zeke or Marty Bird but no. Adam got to choose because he is <strike>supposed to be </strike> Adam's dog. He is absolutely, without a doubt MY dog. I have never been away from him....he goes with me everywhere which is actually harder than you think with a 70 pound dog. Of course I don't really go anywhere, just to the store to pick up my curbside groceries but still. </p><p>There's much more to tell but,again, going to try the weekly thing again. </p><p>Wish me luck. </p>andriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936122859722777328noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19178340.post-9924451228120363602020-05-18T09:03:00.001-06:002020-05-18T09:03:37.158-06:0071It still feels like it should be March. Like we just got off that plane and back into our non-vacation mode and starting it up again. School. Work. Sports. 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I want to teach her again next year and I could BUT I don't even let that sweet face near me. I am SCARED of her. When I didn't pick her up the first time she ran over she ran back home crying. It broke my heart in two. I was on the phone with my mother and she was mortified. "Go hug that child, what could she have?" But that's just where we all are.....I have no idea what she could have. Her dad is still teaching crossfit in the garage. Her brothers don't social distance. Her mother goes to work where one person was sent home with "it" As much as I wanted to let her climb into my lap I was just frozen with fear. </div>
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I saw my mom! She had a glaucoma check on Friday. It was a shit show. They told me she would be the only patient in the office at her appointment time and that was a lie. She sat trapped in the middle of a crowded waiting room with ten other people who waited over two hours to be seen. She drove an hour and a half (as did I) so she refused to leave. Plus they had already done all the invasive, possible virus laced, tests. She is fine, but I pray and pray she didn't get anything from being there. Some woman came out not long after I took this picture and told us we had to leave. I told her she could kiss my ass and she would have to call the police to make me leave. She said she'd call her landlord....whatever. Hence another reason I probably need some sort of meds. I typically don't fight and use the f-word with strangers especially in front of my mother. Can you believe the dumb woman got offended when I ran from her? People in Texas refuse to social distance, you have to do it yourself. </div>
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Cases continue to rise in our county, our city, our state but heaven forbid we stay in a moment longer. Texas is opening most everything on May 1 (Friday). We can go see a movie! Eat inside a restaurant! Go to the museum! Might get a virus and die, but what the hell?? Texas is open! <br />
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The authorities ask that you wear a mask to cut down on transmission but do want to know what the hell happened? The POLICE FORCE sent out a snarky nasty gram saying they were never going to enforce that and it was unconstitutional! The POLICE! People were out protesting. Over. Wearing. A. Mask. Things have been pretty shitty in our country for a while now but I do have to say, that was the point where I realized people are complete assholes. I just don't understand why someone would be against trying to keep their fellow man well. I am so sad to see this state of our world. The saddest thing is my husband is right there with them. Shit, he'll probably be first in line to get to a movie, any movie. And that, my friends, is where I have some decisions to make. He hasn't stayed a whole day in this house since this started. He makes up shit he has to do just so he can go out. Up to this point his options were pretty limited, but NOW, he can go anywhere he wants, except to get a hair cut. He doesn't care what he brings home to us. He's all, it will be what it will be, if we get sick, if we die, that is God's will but do you know what will likely happen? He will get it and not get sick at all and it will be ME dying. I half wonder if this is part of a bigger plan. Maybe that is what he is trying to do? I know! That sounds insane but he just. doesn't care. <br />
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Jacob will be done at college in about two weeks. We do not really know when because he won't tell us, but he REFUSES to stay and do summer classes so he will have to come home. He hasn't changed a damn thing about his life the past nine weeks. He still goes out, he still meets friends, probably still licks poles like he did when he was two. So, I have done everything possible to keep us virus free inside this home yet if it isn't already here buy my husband it surely will get here through my son. <br />
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We aren't getting away from it. Just because it's open doesn't mean it's safe. I am more scared than I have ever been. andriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936122859722777328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19178340.post-11870521981121955262020-04-22T09:52:00.003-06:002020-04-22T09:52:59.352-06:0039Well, Texas is reopening this week. <br />
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I went out for the first time since March 18 this Sunday (April 19). We drove over to my mom's house here in town because my sister bought my mom a damn plant for Christmas and she wanted me to check on it. I could not BELIEVE the amount of cars out. Then we passed the Little Walmart and it the lot was more full than I have ever seen it. <br />
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I cried a lot. This pissed everybody off because it really should have been a happy day but I couldn't help it, this is hard. My child should have a good birthday. She wanted to see her grandparents and she couldn't and we have no idea when we can see them again. SURE, Texas is reopening but this virus isn't going away just because the governor says it's okay. I really don't feel safe going out, especially now that more people will believe it is safe and go out and spread it even more. We haven't even hit a peak yet, more people dying every day, but by all means, go to Hobby Lobby so you can get a new cross for your wall. </div>
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I woke up today in all kinds of pain. I have had what I thought was some kidney pain, maybe a bladder infection coming on with my lower back for a couple days. This morning almost my entire body hurt. It is pretty apparent I don't have a kidney infection. It has to be that bed. What is strange is I sleep well up there (until the neighbors wake up). That new pad helps the bed but it is still so very hard and I apparently, in my old age, can't do a hard bed. My sleep number is 30 and sometimes 25 so it's bad. <br />
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Thank God for Marco Polo. My friend Eve and Julie and I just send each other videos all day. Our bad days usually don't sync so we can lift the sad one up when needed. I Facetime my mom every day. She sits in front of a window and the sun coming through washes her all out and I can barely see her but I can see her. Still trying to figure out how to get them some groceries. <br />
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Our life seems so strange, I know it is that way for everyone, but everything was "normal" when we left for Colorado and changed quickly while we were gone. When we returned there was no school, no work, no hanging out. My kids are depressed, I am depressed, my husband seems happy as a clam, but what do I know? He's never been one to show much emotion. <br />
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Wake up, shower, wake kids, get them off to school, watch the Today show, teach 2-3 year old three days a week, chat with friends, stop at someplace for lunch maybe hit the grocery store, Check the computer for all the "news", connect on Facebook, clean my house, do the laundry, start supper, take kids to activities, pick kids up from activities, watch said activities, eat supper, watch tv, watch more tv, go to bed. Lather, rinse, repeat most days. <br />
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Today: Wake up around 9ish, lie in Jacob's bed and decide if it's worth getting up. Eventually rise because Jacob's window faces our street and our neighbor is still doing cross-fit classes in his garage and they are loud. Go downstairs and disinfect all doorknobs, counters, switches, basically anything I know Derick has touched or breathed on. I no longer turn on the Today show because when I was my anxiety levels were way too high. I do try to catch Hoda and Jenna, they are a little more light-hearted, but usually the television is off. I log onto the computer to check school assignments but I no longer cruise my Yahoo News or anything remotely similar. Sometimes I check Facebook but if there are too many scary ads, nope, it goes off. At the beginning I wasn't eating at all, much less Jersey Mikes Subs and Sonic. I lost ten pounds in two weeks. I am right where I have been trying to be for the past year but I can't put on my two piece swimsuit and go to the beach. Now I am eating more but it's sad. I don't want the things in my pantry and then I feel guilt because my poor parents have no milk, fresh produce, or snacks. Sometimes at this point I might sit and cry. I attempt to nap some days but that never comes. My anxiety and heart rate is too high for this. I do the laundry, mostly just towels now because no one is going to school so pajamas are the only things in the baskets. I attempt to come up with something for a meal, sometimes I am luckier than other times. My kids never like what I cook so I am just cooking for Derick, really. After dinner I used to bathe and then wind down from my busy day but climbing into my adjustable bed and watch Antenna TV (Archie Bunker's Place, Alice, It's a Living, Three's Company) and some days catch the shows I love: Manifest, 9-1-1, The Resident, Chicago Med. Not anymore. I haven't been in my bedroom for over a week. I always took that time for myself, I needed it, my self care I guess. Derick always complained while he watched his own shows out in the living room but, really, most evenings he had chamber meetings or boy scout meetings. Now we usually watch Netflix. Together. In the living room. It's actually kind of nice. Or was until Derick stayed up later than me one night and moved too far ahead on Ozark. Maybe we will find something again after he finishes it. <br />
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Yesterday afternoon.<br />
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Well, late in the afternoon. They slept until 3:30 and I finally decided we needed a family meeting to discuss that situation and, let's just say, I was pretty persuasive. Also, they would do anything to have their internet back. <br />
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It was a nice evening. I would be okay doing this again. And again. <br />
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<br />andriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936122859722777328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19178340.post-63178010998268715952020-04-08T08:45:00.001-06:002020-04-08T08:45:24.610-06:00Day 25I think...<br />
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Well, maybe I don't have it. My chest still hurts when I cough but the heating pad helped my back and neck and my temperature went down. Of course I haven't gotten out of bed yet so we'll see how it goes. <br />
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Elizabeth's birthday is in nine days. She wants to go to Gammy's for Easter for the egg hunt. She wants to have a party at Miss Julie's with her friends. Not going to happen. She woke up at 6 pm yesterday and went back to bed at 9. It's safe to assume she is depressed. She has done no school work. She signed up to be in Advanced Theatre and has looked forward to it since last year. She was asked to do a video audition this week and she won't. Eh, she'll just take art she said. This is hard on me, I can't imagine what it is doing to them.<br />
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Like I said, it is 9:23 and I am still in bed. What's the point? If I stay up here I won't have to go down there and sterilize everything Derick has touched and breathed all over yesterday. I bought many bags of chips on Sunday (delivery) and he stuck his foul hands in every single one last night and one time he even rubbed his nose with the back of his hand first. So much for that. Might as well write his damn name on all of them. I will probably throw them away.<br />
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I miss those Froggy jammies. I forgot how she always did that with her ear. I don't know why. She kept a pacifier until she was almost five. Yes. You read that correctly. By that time she only had it in bed at night or in the car. I was absolutely okay with it because she was my third child and it made her happy. <br />
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In January of 2012 my mother's best friend passed away from breast cancer. Elizabeth was four. They had the viewing/funeral in their hometown which is about an hour and a half from us. My sister still had her Sequoia then so we decided to all ride together for the 5 pm viewing. So. I was conflicted about bringing my children but they loved Mrs. Allemore and I got Derick to agree that he would help me keep them contained to the back of the room. Of course, I grew up with most of the people there and Derick just loves talking to anyone so at some point we lost track of Elizabeth. Then I hear her screaming...."Mrs. Allemore gots no legs" Apparently we lost track of Jacob as well as he had held her up to look into the casket. Whoops. So we usher her from the front and attempt to explain and, well, she was four and got over it rather quickly. We went back to visiting. <br />
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After it was over we stopped to have dinner in that town and waited entirely too long for our food until it was well after 10 by the time we started driving the hour and a half home. Elizabeth and I were in the way back of the Sequoia and, naturally, she started to doze off in her car seat but she couldn't find her pacifier. We looked and looked and looked, no pacifier. So I ask her, "did you bring it into the restaurant?" to which she replied, "no, but I took it to heaven" um, what? "you said Mrs. Allemore was in heaven...that house that is heaven" Ahhh......I guess I didn't explain that as well as I thought. "I knew Mrs. Allemore was asleep in heaven so I gave her the pacifier". <br />
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<br />andriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936122859722777328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19178340.post-82443245321127247832020-04-07T12:25:00.000-06:002020-04-07T12:25:44.895-06:00Losing ItWelp, I think I have it now. <br />
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Two years ago one of my sweet precious students coughed right in my face and I swear I felt the cold virus take hold right at that minute. I spent 57 days in some sort of walking sick. Three trips to urgent care, zpacs, cough medicines, inhalers, oh my. Eventually I pulled a muscle? I dont' know, I had chest pain due to all of the coughing and it was a while before I recovered from that. <br />
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Last January I started having a strange feeling in my sternum, similar to the cough pain but with no coughing. My best guess was I had started walking and an exercise video with much twisting so I assumed I did something. For the past year this sternum pain has come and gone and according to Google I must have something called costochondritis. Okay, I can deal with that. Sometimes I take some tylenol if it acts up, other times I can go weeks without really feeling something. I got to a point where I would have to cough a few times to pop my sternum each morning and I was good to go. Weird, I know, but arthritis runs in our family and I figured, I am still getting around okay, I can make it. <br />
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This morning I woke up and my chest was hurting more than usual. I coughed as typical and could not pop my sternum but I went back to sleep. I woke up again and this time my back, neck, and shoulders were hurting in much the same way as my chest. Still could not pop my chest which was becoming very disconcerting. Still, according to google I have costochondritis and possibly some gerd backed up in there. <br />
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I decided to take a long bath and soak these muscles but it doesn't seem to have helped. I took my temperature earlier and I was at 99.1. I am now at 97.9. Maybe the bath rose my temperature? I am going to hope. I took some tylenol although I have been hoarding the little bit of tylenol I have <i>just in case</i>. I was finally able to find some exercises online to finally pop my sternum but the chest pain is still there. I currently have the heating pad on my back. I am still coughing from last week. Grass pollen is high, it could be that, or dum-dum-dum.....ugh. <br />
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Now. I have hypothyroidism and sometimes high blood pressure (no medications) and GERD. Are those serious underlying conditions? I don't know. Nevertheless I am concerned about today's developments. Also, when I start feeling like this I don't understand how we will ever be able to go back to life as we used to know it. Wouldn't we just start spreading it again once we are let loose? <br />
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I started knitting again. Maybe that is causing the back pain, I don't have the best posture. Could be that awful bed. Boy I really want my Sleep Number bed back. I wonder if I should find a drive thru testing facility? Or maybe I should just have a drink? <br />
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These are not good times for people with health anxiety. No sir. andriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936122859722777328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19178340.post-43112063940659085502020-04-04T17:17:00.002-06:002020-04-04T17:17:53.744-06:00Over ItDay 22! <br />
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Dare I even say I wish I could go to work. I was so ready for that job to be over but now I want to go there. At least Coronivirus makes you appreciate things huh? <br />
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I coughed and coughed this morning. My chest hurt. I had some pleghm in the back of my throat. I was sure my husband had finally brought it to me. I almost threw up imagining how it would all progress until I took a snort of Flonase and seem to be better. I am still scared though. I feel like it is only a matter of time. <br />
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The week's assignments are due in 23 minutes. My kids are still in bed. I just don't even care. I know the teachers are doing all they can and I should pull myself out of this funk and help them out but I just can't. The kids fight me, they are angry and sad and upet, they want to see their friends and they blame me. I am the only one here most of the time, they need someone to blame it on. I try to make things fun for them but they are not receptive. I miss them. I miss the sports playing, school going, happy kids from 23 days ago. <br />
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I really don't mind staying here in my house. It's the waiting that is killing me. Waiting to see if we get it. When we get it. Will it kill us? Waiting to know when I can hug my mother again. <br />
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I slept in Jacob's room last night. Lord almighty is that the most uncomfortable mattress ever made. Maybe that was a lot of the reason he was grumpy all the time. I slept more then they all these other nights combined, I think because I felt safer up there. I ordered a thick mattress pad and hopefully that will help some. I intend to stay there for a while. <br />
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Derick went to our local pub/restaurant we love and bought burgers. I was so happy to see some sort of normalcy I scarfed them down before I ever even thought of the ramifications. I sure hope the people in that restaurant are well. <br />
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We started watching Tiger King and I was fascinated but Derick found it boring and is now watching something you have to read...while he coughs his head off. Allergies he says, but it's pouring down rain and he hasnt' been out other than to get the burgers. <br />
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I sure wish I could go to bed and wake up tomorrow and this all be a dream. <br />
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<br />andriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936122859722777328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19178340.post-9193695974412367632020-04-02T14:02:00.002-06:002020-04-02T14:02:45.378-06:00Day....Nineteen?? Fifteen? Let me tell you....I love staying in. I look forward to Mondays and Wednesdays, my days off, well, WERE my days off. I may have cranked the music a few times and did a dance alone here on those days. MAYBE. <div>
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This was the last day I saw them. We celebrated my mom's birthday. It was February 16. It's been a while. They are running out of food and they live in the boonies so no delivery, no curbside, an hour drive anywhere. I need to get to a point that we KNOW we are virus free and drive them some BUT my husband continues to go to work every single day. I guess making chemicals is essential. He refuses to shower when he comes home, that is ridiculous he tells me. He does change clothes but he leaves them in the closet for me to breathe whatever comes off of them. Two days ago I made some beer cheese and I watched him dip his whole hand into the pot and lick it and go back for more. I didn't really want that anyway I guess. He gets mad if I disinfect behind him so I go to my room most of the time he is here and close myself off away from him and then do it all the next morning. I pray he stays away from the kids. He makes a good bit of money, I understand why he continues to work, he has too. If he quit this job there might not be another one to go back to. Why in the world are grocery workers still there? They can't make more than I did working preschool and if she asks me to go back on May 7 I will have to say no thank you. This is serious shit. Don't get me wrong, I am thankful and grateful and in awe of these people who continue to supply us with our basic needs. When this is over I am bringing all my grocery ladies $100 bills to show my appreciation, I know they have to be scared to death. Derick swears he stays in his office all day and I am still scared to death. These people face germs every person who walks past them, I can't even believe it. </div>
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When I quit "that job" two years ago I wanted nothing more than to tinker around my house, organize and clean things, spend some time alone. When I started working again in November I wanted just one more at-home day in the week. Be careful what you ask for. <br />
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We are okay. It's been over two weeks since we returned from Colorado so we probably didn't pick the virus up there. It's been eleven days since I went out to that doctor appointment. I feel fine....mostly. Derick continues to go to work everyday. And to Walmart. And yesterday Ace Hardware. That was super important you know, he needed caterpillar repellent for the garden he was going to build ten years ago but apparently it's imperative he do it now. I prop pillows between us at night but what good do they do? He coughs all over them. Then there were the gloves he used to buy groceries that he left lying on the table we eat at. Everytime I feel a cough or a tickle in my throat I am convinced he gave it to me and I, in turn, gave it to my children. I wish to all that was holy that he would stay home but he doesn't. I can't imagine if he worked in a hospital. <br />
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It is 12:03 pm and my kids are still in bed. Adam and Elizabeth. Jacob is still in the dorm. I assume he is probably still in bed as well. I talk to him every day and he seems fine but I worry. Anyway, Adam and Elizabeth are sound asleep. They will probably rise between 3 and 4. Yep. Derick is upset with me that I don't wake them earlier but, truly, I just can't handle that fight on top of the anxiety I currently feel. When we first got home I figured they needed the sleep to fight off any germs and now it's just a bad, bad habit. I know I should do something about it but I am not there yet. I am struggling. I am 51 and I cry every day. They are 15 and 12. If sleeping all day and playing video games and watching Disney Plus all night helps them to cope, who am I to keep them from it? Distance learning isn't really happening here. For one, I teach preschool and my kids are way past that curriculum. Also, they want to do everything themselves, my attempts at help are rebuked. Adam must be attending night school because all of his assignments have been virtually turned in. Elizabeth hasn't done a thing all this time. Teachers are emailing me and I do not even have the energy to deal with them, I mean, are they really going to take grades over things they have not taught? At this point Elizabeth will repeat seventh grade. She seems fine with that. Who knows what will happen? Here we are for another month. I can still hear the traffic, the same as it ever was, outside my window. Where are all these people going? I see my neighbor continue to teach his crossfit classes in his garage, many people there all day long. I mean, what good is all that if you catch a deadly virus and die? The one neighbor family who moved in three months after us (12 years ago) who NEVER, EVER go outside are having another big ass playdate with many more than 10 people in the park across the street. I don't even know their names. I would love to take a walk around our nature trail but, all that. <br />
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I sat out back most of the weekend. Apparently the tree pollen is high. I am hoping that is all it is. My throat is a little scratchy and I cough when I first awaken in the morning. I somehow pulled a muscle in my back on Saturday and I was convinced by last night it was my left lung giving out. <br />
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My husband's friend has been on a ventilator since last Thursday. His kidneys are now failing. The band director at my old high school died on Friday. They are trying to keep my friend's brother out of the hospital because he has had three kidney transplants but his side is hurting like the last time he experienced rejection. Yet. My husband still goes to work. Every week day. And to Walmart. And probably Ace Hardware. <br />
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Jacob just called me. He has a headache. I assume it's the new online learning but how do you know? I can't go there. I am afraid to go there. <br />
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Every morning I wake up and the first thing I think is this must all be a dream and then I remember. I remember where we are, what we are doing, and that tonight might be the night it all finds us. <br />
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Pretty fucking pissed off at the dumb ass who thought a bat might taste good and the people selling said bats. <br />
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Now I have all this time to do the things I wanted and I just can't do them. <br />
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WTF....WTF is wrong with people? Why is our country not completely shut down? Why are car dealerships open? Why are restaurants still open? Why can't people eat at home for two weeks? Why can't my husband who insists he stays in his office all day do the same thing at home without being fired? </div>
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I haven't seen my parents since mid-February. They are 76 years old. They have cardiovascular issues. I am scared. I don't want to lose them. They are at the lake far away from others but they will run out of food soon. And medicines. They will have to go out. I am scared. I try to play that last time I saw them in my head, just in case. I can't really remember what we did. I am scared. </div>
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Jacob is still in his dorm. The call to switch to online school came while we were on that stupid ass vacation so he had to stay. We went to retrieve him as soon as we got home and he wanted to stay. Begged to stay. He is 18. We let him. I wish we had forced him to leave. Now he has been there almost two weeks. I have no idea what he's been doing, where he's been going, who he's been seeing. If I bring him back now there is no telling what he will pass along to us. I am scared. We have had our issues but he is my child. I love him. I want him safe. I am scared. </div>
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I wanted to post every month in 2020 and now it is MARCH! </div>
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I missed this birthday and in two days Jacob will have a birthday. I need to catch up. </div>
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I can't believe this tiny baby is 15!<br />
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When I started this blog he was nine months old. <br />
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The days are long but the years are short.<br />
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I want to write something long and meaningful but, my goodness, life. <br />
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Elizabeth does golf and track and Adam is doing spring football and track. I tutor once a week and work three days a week. Sometimes in there these people want to eat and live in a clean house. <br />
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Needless to say my anxiety/stress has been through the roof.<br />
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I love my current job, love my co-workers, LOVE my boss, but I don't think I can keep doing it next year. Last year when I did not work was the best I have felt in many years. I can't take the medicines they prescribe because the side effects are worse. Currently I have at least one panic attack a day and my hypochondria has convinced me that I'll be dead by the end of the year. I have had a dermatology exam, a mammogram, and have a colonoscopy scheduled at the end of the month. And then there's the coronavirus already in TEXAS! I write this because when I do I see how crazy it sounds but anxiety is a liar. <br />
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We are going to Colorado for spring break. I am hoping I can enjoy it. <br />
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Adam is fine, BTW. Glue and steri-strips for a week and he's back at it. He passed out due to lock knees during football boot camp and since he was the captain he was at the front of the line hence fell forward onto the gym floor rather than another kid catch his fall. It could have been worse. He'll never do that again. <br />
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<br />andriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936122859722777328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19178340.post-29551253495345543032019-12-31T09:35:00.004-06:002019-12-31T09:35:58.333-06:00Bring on the NewYear....<br />
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2020, doesn't that sound all Jetsons like? <br />
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It was a good year, sort of. When you have a kid with <strike>issues </strike>"special needs" it is never fantastic but who's year really is? I am going to go with no one and leave it at that. <br />
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Jacob graduated so that was good. I reallly didn't think he would do it and he really didn't but thank you calculus teacher for seeing him two points to push him to that point. It probably wasn't ethical but you saw me and you got me and you felt for me (and him) and there will be a special place in heaven for you one day.<br />
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As much as I swore I would never teach preschool again, well, I am teaching preschool again. I am pretty much doing it as a favor and probably won't be doing it next year but never say never. This is my first time working with two year olds. I also swore I would never do that but I kind of like it. I do miss my free time though and by free time I mean all that time I used keeping my house clean and cooking meals and doing kid stuff. I still haven't finished any of my Netflix queue that was what I wanted to do with my "time off" last year. </div>
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I am very blessed that my parents are still healthy and self-sufficient. I am blessed that my children are healthy and thriving regardless of their smart mouths and frequent bad attitudes. I am blessed that we have food on the table, a car that runs (19 years old!), a house that is paid off, friends and family who support us. We are blessed to be able to send our son to college and pay for it sans scholarships because Lord knows that isn't happening. Nevermind that he withdrew from two classes without telling us and finished the semester with a 0.5 GPA but, you know, whatever. Hopefully he understands if he doesn't get it together in the spring it's Hello Army, Navy, whichever you want for him. </div>
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I posted these pictures on Facebook and my best beach friend replied: "Best Day Ever!" because she knows and she gets it and she loves me and was happy for me. <br />
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I saw other mothers on Facebook doing the same and it felt strange to see their tears and read their beautiful posts about how they would miss them and how these years passed in a flash and they were the BEST EVER. I remembered a little bit about Thomas the Tank Engine and weekly trips to the library and wanted to get misty about it, but it just didn't come. <br />
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I have to be honest and say, yep, BEST DAY EVER! <br />
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He has been living in that room for three months now and the stress for the rest of us has greatly lessened. It's like we have come up for air and can breathe again. <br />
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If he leaves the dorm for an extended time he stays with my parents, he prefers that. He hasn't slept here since the end of August. He is ten minutes away and I have been over twice, both times to take him to an urgent care because he was convinced he was dying of something......he is 18 and stopped taking his medicine and, therefore, his anxiety is high. I finally convinced him to try a new prescription and he says it is helping. I wouldn't know because I rarely see him but he asked for a refill so I guess that is a good sign. <br />
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He calls every Monday threatening to drop out because he is failing most of his classes. I remind him he will have to leave the dorm and he changes his mind. Academic probation is in his future. He swears he will do better next semester and he should as he has signed up for twelve hours of the most easy and unnecessary classes that are offered but we are okay with that if he can just stay the rest of the year in that now filthy disgusting room. <br />
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He loves it and we love it. <br />
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He's made friends and has a girlfriend. His high school friends were coming around for a while but they seem to have faded away. He is sad about it and I am too, for him, just remembering my own breaking away from that life, but it will be better for him. I hope. <br />
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We spent Thanksgiving day with him. It was almost nice. He still hates Elizabeth. She still hates him. <br />
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He came over to help decorate the tree and he actually hugged me. He said, "I like you better when I don't live here.". <br />
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Ditto, kiddo. <br />
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<br />andriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07936122859722777328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19178340.post-46127802456504518092019-07-17T10:09:00.000-06:002019-07-31T13:18:18.273-06:00Can't We Just Be Nice? Our neighborhood has a "security" gate. Now. We do not in any way live in a prestigious area, but for whatever reason the developers felt we needed this gate and our neighbors are all in hot love with it. <br />
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I hate it. <br />
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This morning returning from my morning football drop-off, there were three vehicles stopped because they can't get in (interlopers! trespassers!) The stupid gate is not that far off the highway so three cars do not have a lot of room. Anyway, I try to get out of the road before I am hit by a texter not paying attention when a shiny black Audi tears it quickly into reverse and, if I hadn't had the foresight to remember my horn, she would have totalled my car. I needed to catch my breath for a second and then proceeded to open the gate where this ugly woman tore past me, rolled down the window, then yelled at me how rude I was to honk at her she just needed to find her son who has been lying to her all morning so I just need to get over it. <br />
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WTF? <br />
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I swear to God I see why my grandmother constantly told me how much she hated people and how she could not wait to die. <br />
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I honked at this "lady" to keep her from hitting my car. I was seriously scared for my life for a bit because she was not going slowly at all. I thought she was going to apologize but she made it my fault? <br />
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Our whole world is this way anymore. Everyone, EVERYONE is so freaking self-absorbed and incapable of caring about others in any way. <br />
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I can laugh about this now, and I frequently do, but I mean, no regard at all that there might be someone else who would like not to look at her butt all afternoon. </div>
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I would like to be an asshole as well but my mother taught me better. I would have looked for the spot completely out of line of sight and if it couldn't have been helped I would have asked for permission to set up and apologized profusely. I wish I had told that woman today that I could not have cared less about her bad parenting but all I could mutter was, "You almost hit me" and then she gave me the F-You I should have given her. </div>
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Why is everyone so rude? Where were there mothers?</div>
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Our gate is topic of conversation daily on our community website. People are awful about it. Like I said, they have hot love for it and cannot stand the mere THOUGHT of a non-resident getting through. It's insane. </div>
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These are the "sticks" the board put out to keep others from turning in from the forced turn-around exit. Apparently people go through the exit when they can't get in and this pisses my neighbors off. They are pretty huh? </div>
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Now, not only am I pretty polite person, I also believe in following rules so I see where you shouldn't drive through the exit but really? Is this the worst thing? Whatever. Now people who have been her previously don't even go through the entrance, they just go straight through the exit and wait for someone leaving. Some of my neighbors have actually forgotten they were on their way somewhere and blocked the way and had words and generally put themselves in harm's way because apparently it is VERY important to keep people out. They post pictures of it all on the website. One lady got our Amazon delivery woman fired for doing it. They are passionate. </div>
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I don't want the gate anymore. It's made my neighborhood an ugly place, more so recently (new neighbors) but this has been going on for years. What's the point of it? I got an ugly hair after I was ALMOST KILLED and attempted to block BITCH from coming in and, you know what? She came in anyway. If someone wants in, they get in. There aren't many people living here but there haven't been many times I have approached and there hasn't been somewhere there. All you have to do is wait and not that long either. </div>
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So I really wanted to post the opposing view on the website but I just don't like confrontation and, truly, I fear retaliation. People know where I live. I wanted them all to see what the perils of the gate are. If she had actually hit me, I probably would have. Because a few people like to feel exclusive and important, we will have to continue this constant pile up and confusion and frustration and dangerous maneuvers just to get over the border, because they are going to keep coming and a little old gate isn't going to keep them away.</div>
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Kind of like our country. </div>
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Why can't we all just be nice like our mothers taught us to be? </div>
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<i>Two weeks later edited to add</i>: Today on the website someone actually proposed building a WALL around our neighborhood. REALLY! We actually sort of have one on one side dividing us from the highway but they want MORE! You can not make this shit up. </div>
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