Day 39, going on vacation

We are leaving her alone this weekend, she has the house all to herself. She may not even realize she is by herself. We haven't seen or talked to her for a couple days, and she may not remember or realize that we are going to Chattanooga for a few days. Lizard will keep an eye on the house and the feeshes for us.

I was really dreading this trip at first, because I find it so hard to forget about work, to let it go. But I spent a couple extra hours there tonight, wrapping things up, so I could truly leave it for a couple days. You know, I try to make it a point to not really talk about work here. But that explains why my blogging has been lacking in content lately. My whole life revolves around that W word. Or shall I say that SCAD word. The past couple weeks have been really tough, too. Two rolling heads in as many weeks. It puts everyone on edge. So I'm just glad to have finished up my week and have four days of nothing to look forward to. Hello vacation!!!

So I'm really looking forward to a few days of just doing whatever, and being spontaneous. No schedules, no meetings, no alarm clocks. Hanging out with friends, drinking, eating, spending time with my boys and being silly. And not having to clean the f'ing house. Please don't call me unless you're on fire. Even then, just call 911.

Day 41

Interesting... she was very excited today to be meeting up with her "favorite marine", a.k.a. the boy she was engaged to for three weeks. I wonder if the ring will reappear.

Day 47

Will there be an appropriate punishment for leaving the flat iron on (AGAIN) before she ends up burning the house down? I doubt it. At least we have good homeowners insurance.

48 days

To _________,

I do not appreciate seeing your bikini top, encrusted with a rhinestone-studded playboy bunny, while your pants are so low, that I am about to catch a peek at the tattoo that you should not have, and that I wish to not know about. Please wear appropriate clothing at all times.

Thank you.
mom

49

Day 49. Took off a half day off to help Stevie work on his resume. But while I sat alongside him, lending support, I also processed a dozen expense reports. Work never stops. Then I took Sammy to his practice game. Sand gnat central. Sammy didn't do so well. Choke-n-poke, he needs to learn what that means. With a full count, you don't wait for another ball. He'll figure it out. At least he's fast... really fast.

Day 50

Its official. Today begins the 50 day countdown 'til E goes to basic training. 50 days can be a long time when you're pissed off. I just get kinda really mad when she leaves a note on the door to "please let Esther sleep", but she makes sure to leave a load of laundry outside her door, in the hallway. Apparently, this is a hotel. Please do not disturb the princess. But hopefully...my days will whiz by, and I will be surprised that the time passed so quickly. 50 days and counting...

On a side note. I am mesmerized by the baseball coach. He is totally hot and has very beautiful children. Met the wife, and she is very sweet and giving, despite her large hair. Damnit! OMG, thru the magic of the internet, I have discovered that he is a REVEREND. I bet he does not appreciate sinners.

catchup, ketchup, catsup

Well, two months goes by, and I don't have much to show for it. I did get that treadmill and downloaded Puddle of Mudd to my ipod, but I haven't given up the Pinot. Flavor of the moment, Twisted Pig. I bought it only because I liked the name, but it turned out to be a good one. I am running on a sporadic basis, and its helping the stress levels. Which is good, because I need all the help I can get. Actually, I think I need to jump on the treadmill right now. I've got a headache that won't go away, and my neurologist is pretty sure that they are stress-induced.

E is doing better. She came to her senses, left the boy, moved back home, and will be going to basic training on May 8. The countdown begins. She has been assigned her job, air traffic controller. Awesome! I am very glad that she is taking a better path in life, but damn, she makes me nervous.

Work is tough. I find myself having to make ethical decisions on a daily basis. What is the right, what is wrong. I think I have a good moral compass, but its just a lot of pressure. Run, Kimmy, run!

And the rest of the circus... Stevie is working some crazy overtime right now, lots of planes. And he wants me to help him re-do his resume, to post for a nice little promotion. The boys are both doing their sports now, another hockey season for Charlie, and a first attempt at baseball for Sammy. I've been really proud of his effort, and his natural athletic skill is apparent. Well, except for the time he took a fly ball to the schnoz. Luckily it didn't break, but there was definitely some blood. Papa is terribly grumpy lately. He had shoulder surgery and is tired of having his arm in a sling. He just wants to get back on the golf course, but his physical therapist said he would have to wait about 5 more months for that. Oh, and the twins... we've practically adopted Charlie's friends, Zaak and Ouzal. Sweet boys, I think I will keep them.

Oh, but a break is on the horizon. We're planning a little mini vacation up to Chattanooga, to go to the aquarium. A long weekend, and we're meeting our friends Tonia and Eric up there. I can't wait, I need a diversion!