I smell friendship…

Dear Friend, When you asked if you could stop by last night I was pleased to share your company. It’s always fun; we laugh, joke about life, share stories, and compare favorite songs. Although you pointed out my tired eyes weren’t so smiley, you were sweet (wise) to stop with only one observation of my – um… sleepless stress. I was jealous of your workout schedule this week. But you reminded me that I should let myself off the hook this time. So, after you left I poured myself a glass of wine and sat down in front of my ‘functional’ monitor (yes, it’s STILL scared). Maybe you couldn’t see past my tired eyes – how blessed I felt that your thought of me and what little (HUGE) act could lift my weary spirit. Did you know I needed your gift? How could you? I was being frugal – careful to use my precious pennies for “boyz stuff” rather than invest in myself. (duh, I'm a mom.) Then again, you smiled after seeing your gift was perfect; one look revealed that I was burning the clear liquid down to the last ounce available. WOW – a set of three! I can’t believe it … Thank you for supplying, well supporting, um encouraging my … aromatic habit therapy! Can you ever fully appreciate how your thoughtfulness makes me *sniff* smile? Thanks for that too. I think? That’s what friends are for -- bringing a new candle when yours is nearly burnt out!!! Mmmm… I’m craving Crème Brule.

HonuGirl

Tuesday... Wednesday ...

Is today Thursday ??

Because I just don't know.

Hey, look a calendar. Okay. So it's barely Thursday.

Routines are good. They remind of where you are going to be on a given day.

Only, when something messes up the routine ~ there's mental chaos.

I will not make light of my kid's fever. He's miserable.

Therefore... I am miserable.

I am living through the moments. Recounting what I can remember.

As it seems the week is more than half over and I missed it.

The thermometer thing - that's getting old. (he's nearly 11, yes orally)

He's too sick to eat - how disappointing (I'm too tired to cook anyway)!

Jeffrey may have only had carrots and milk for dinner - oh, he had ranch dressing too.

At 5'-1' sick kid is curled in a ball on the couch - poor little guy.

Now his throat hurts and he can't swallow tiny fever reducer/pain relievers - the liquid made him gag (and... ack. me too).

He is worried that his spelling words are still at school - I email his teacher; she's proud of his dedication.

What now ... freaky dreams; he refuses audibly to go with me - fears that I'm taking him to an undisclosed location - he doesn't remember the next morning.

Such empathy from his little brother - this is so rare, I watch - amazed (until my eyes slam shut from lack of sleep).

Sleep patterns ... what patterns? He's awake from 4am - 7am; nice nap on the couch at noon though.

Workout? What workout - I don't even know which direction to turn today; last I heard it was left... but that was yesday, no Tuesday.

Somewhere between then and now Monday became . . . um.

What day is it again?

HonuGirl