This week has whizzed by. Probably because I was spending so much energy getting reacquainted with my children, and our regular routine. Why is it so hard to come back from vacation? We were only gone for 5 days. My house was immaculate and my children were happy when we got home, thanks to our fabulous babysitter. I didn't have any damage control to deal with. But it always takes me a few days to get back into the norm. Does that ever happen to you?
Peter woke up in the night last night barking. Just when I think the coast is clear, we've gone a few weeks with no one getting sick, then all of sudden she's got what we here in Shepville like to call "the mean cough." I had to force feed her some cough medicine, because she wouldn't let me help her. She wouldn't drink water. She wouldn't lie down. Finally, at midnight, I took her outside and we sat on the deck and cuddled for a few minutes. The fact that it worked confirmed my suspicions. Croup. Again.
She's happy as could be today. Again, telltale signs of croup. I'm sure the midnight bark will come back again tonight. Sadly, I, too, am starting to feel some scratchiness in my throat. Dangit!
Sometimes I fantasize about being a figure skater. Or a ballroom dancer. When a really good song come on the radio, I picture myself gliding on the ice, doing all sorts of funky tricks that I don't know the name of.
I've teased my hubby that I want us to take ballroom dance lesson. Of course, there is no chance in you know where that he would go along with that. He did take me dancing once, though. On our first actual-non-hanging-out-with-our-roommates-date. We went country dancing at the Bay. If you're from the Salt Lake area, do you remember the Bay? It was THE place to go country dancing. It's where my sister and two of my cousins met their hubbies.
So, C took me country dancing, and we spent the whole night upstairs talking. I think we might've done one line dance, and I remember liking that he held my hand out to the dance floor.
I've been fighting with the wicked witch of insecurities this week. I don't know why. It's stupid. I let things get to me, that normally I would let roll off my back. I let things people say affect me, even though I know their comments were well intended, and I'm twisting it to make it something it's not. I'm feeling inadequate, insignificant, and competitive (as usual), but I'm losing. I'm not even going to tell you what this is about because it's so stupid and silly. I've talked to C about it. And of course, he thought it was funny and laughed at me. He always laughs stuff like this off. I need to dig deep and find my sense of humor.
I haven't done laundry since Tuesday. And now I'm regretting it. I was all caught up when I got home from FL. I should've stayed on top of it, so I didn't have mountains of dirty clothes. So, today, I have to climb a mountain. Of dirty laundry.
I'm proud to announce that I remembered my hubby's birthday this year. And I went over the top to make up for it. I surprised him in the morning with a lipstick note on the mirror that said Happy Birthday. I had bear claws waiting for him in the kitchen for breakfast. I put a goody bag in his truck for him to find when he left for work. I texted him a couple of times during the day. I seriously considered sending a singing telegram, and a balloon bouquet to work, but since he doesn't like to draw attention to himself, I thought that would just embarrass him too much.
We ate a homemade steak dinner, and mud pie when he got home from work. The kids and I got him balloons, and they made cards for him.
He told me yesterday that he still had one in the bank, though. He said he still has a free pass to forgetting my birthday. I don't think that's fair.
Ok, here's some music:
1. I'm Still Remembering - The Cranberries
2. Clumsy - Fergie
3. On Fire - Van Halen
4. Shelf - Jonas Brothers
5. Dancing Through Life - Wicked
6. Romeo and Juliet - Dire Straits
7. Message in a Bottle - The Police
8. Doctor! Doctor! - Thompson Twins
9. In & Out of Love - Bon Jovi
10. This is It - Kenny Loggins
Bonus: That's Where It Is - Carrie Underwood