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Post by S'ewing S'cubie on Oct 3, 2012 17:38:58 GMT -5
Sleepy. Sleep now--no sleep later. Stay awake? Do' wanna. I'm Julia, and I approve that message.
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Oct 3, 2012 18:13:30 GMT -5
My desire for mandated nap-time is not decreased by the fact I just spent 40 minutes talking to a guy from the phone company. For the third forty-minute time sink in the past six days. Over one small change in our service. Julia, needing to go do some more chores now, no matter how zapped I am
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Oct 3, 2012 18:21:15 GMT -5
My desire for mandated nap-time is not decreased by the fact I just spent 40 minutes talking to a guy from the phone company. For the third forty-minute time sink in the past six days. Over one small change in our service. Julia, needing to go do some more chores now, no matter how zapped I am I tried for a nap this morning after the girls left. I was falling asleep sitting up, but when I actually lay down, I couldn't relax. Also I'm clenching my teeth again, which makes my head hurt and is not helpful.
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Oct 3, 2012 20:07:11 GMT -5
My desire for mandated nap-time is not decreased by the fact I just spent 40 minutes talking to a guy from the phone company. For the third forty-minute time sink in the past six days. Over one small change in our service. Julia, needing to go do some more chores now, no matter how zapped I am I tried for a nap this morning after the girls left. I was falling asleep sitting up, but when I actually lay down, I couldn't relax. Also I'm clenching my teeth again, which makes my head hurt and is not helpful. I want to make a Bailey's milkshake, but I seem to have an intractable ear infection, so there doesn't seem to be anything it would contain that I would benefit from, except possibly the algohol. Julia, maybe I'll have hot Earl Grey Tea and Drambuie instead
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Post by Sara on Oct 3, 2012 20:11:43 GMT -5
I tried for a nap this morning after the girls left. I was falling asleep sitting up, but when I actually lay down, I couldn't relax. Also I'm clenching my teeth again, which makes my head hurt and is not helpful. I want to make a Bailey's milkshake, but I seem to have an intractable ear infection, so there doesn't seem to be anything it would contain that I would benefit from, except possibly the algohol. Julia, maybe I'll have hot Earl Grey Tea and Drambuie instead I want to have ice cream for the fourth night in a row. Someone needs to stop me.
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Post by Sue on Oct 3, 2012 20:50:10 GMT -5
I want to make a Bailey's milkshake, but I seem to have an intractable ear infection, so there doesn't seem to be anything it would contain that I would benefit from, except possibly the algohol. Julia, maybe I'll have hot Earl Grey Tea and Drambuie instead I want to have ice cream for the fourth night in a row. Someone needs to stop me. Send it here! I'll save you!
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Post by Karen on Oct 3, 2012 23:32:25 GMT -5
Love you guys. I buried my mom yesterday, on a gloriously beautiful early fall day, with the leaves changing color already but still warm and balmy. Much like the day we buried our father. Both September days. Both beautiful blue skies. She went peacefully and quick, but not before we all had a chance to say goodbye. She knew we were all there, and she was ready to sleep and kept telling us, even though it was hard for her to form the words. She struggled for 15 years after her stroke, fought back from practically total paralysis to walking and taking care of herself with help. The pneumonia in April took too much strength away, and even though she fought to get stronger, it wasn't to be. And she hated being so dependent on others to take care of her basic needs. There were so many awesome memories - and she passed down her love of music and nature and sci-fi and science to me and my siblings. But her family was her life, as she was ours. I'll miss her so much. There will always be a hole in the world where she should be. Was reminded of The Body when my sister and her youngest had a minor meltdown as they were trying to decide what to wear to mom's wake. I told them about Willow's meltdown over clothing and trying to find her fuzzy sweater to wear. Joss had such a knack for the details of the human condition. Helps me get thru this hard stuff.
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Post by Karen on Oct 3, 2012 23:35:05 GMT -5
ARGH: so sorry, that's terrifying! Sort of hope the car gets totalled, as that kind of extensive body work takes forever, and even if they do the whole-car CAT scan thing I always worry about occult frame cracks. Julia, hope Paul's aches get better with minor pain killers and a nap. Thanks. It's another of those things I've just shut in a box to worry about later. I expect it'll hit me at some point, but right now I can't deal with that particular future, I'm feeling kind of numb, just glad he's okay and home safe. Good thing we still have some of the money we inherited from his mom; there's more than enough to pay for another used Toyota, but we sure are going through it this year. Aged Mum will, of course, immediately freak out about her grocery shopping and whether I can still come up on Sunday and do chores for her. Because it's All About Her. Oh, and he's got a business trip at the end of October, too. Not even going to think about that right now. Oh, Anne, how scary!!! Thank goodness your hubby is ok!
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Post by Karen on Oct 3, 2012 23:35:53 GMT -5
OK, that is some freaky shit, Spring.
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Post by Karen on Oct 3, 2012 23:37:30 GMT -5
So!! I am in Columbus OH now. Moved in and started new job on Monday. Things are new and a bit overwhelming, but I know that I just have to stick it out and things will smooth out eventually. I have been told that it can take up to two years before someone as introverted as I am can feel comfortable in a new environment, so my running mantra has been "two years two years two years" whenever I want to go run and hide. Keep a good thought for me, S'cubes. Ah, Michelle! I know how you feel. Two years seems so long, but goes by fast. Maybe you can speed it up a bit by checking out every nook and cranny you can as fast as you can so you can make the city yours! I suggest trying beer at various places.
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Post by Karen on Oct 3, 2012 23:40:01 GMT -5
Also, if James Marsters and I had a child, it would look like this: Ha! You wish! Actually - that's a very cute baby.
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Post by S'ewing S'cubie on Oct 4, 2012 3:05:30 GMT -5
I want to make a Bailey's milkshake, but I seem to have an intractable ear infection, so there doesn't seem to be anything it would contain that I would benefit from, except possibly the algohol. Julia, maybe I'll have hot Earl Grey Tea and Drambuie instead I want to have ice cream for the fourth night in a row. Someone needs to stop me. Why? Diane *also wanting ice cream for the multiple time this week.*
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Post by S'ewing S'cubie on Oct 4, 2012 3:10:31 GMT -5
Love you guys. I buried my mom yesterday, on a gloriously beautiful early fall day, with the leaves changing color already but still warm and balmy. Much like the day we buried our father. Both September days. Both beautiful blue skies. She went peacefully and quick, but not before we all had a chance to say goodbye. She knew we were all there, and she was ready to sleep and kept telling us, even though it was hard for her to form the words. She struggled for 15 years after her stroke, fought back from practically total paralysis to walking and taking care of herself with help. The pneumonia in April took too much strength away, and even though she fought to get stronger, it wasn't to be. And she hated being so dependent on others to take care of her basic needs. There were so many awesome memories - and she passed down her love of music and nature and sci-fi and science to me and my siblings. But her family was her life, as she was ours. I'll miss her so much. There will always be a hole in the world where she should be. Was reminded of The Body when my sister and her youngest had a minor meltdown as they were trying to decide what to wear to mom's wake. I told them about Willow's meltdown over clothing and trying to find her fuzzy sweater to wear. Joss had such a knack for the details of the human condition. Helps me get thru this hard stuff. Wish I could tell you how to deal, but I haven't learned yet. I still can't watch The Body, even though my Mom's been gone for five years. No matter how prickly your relationship might be, when she passes there is always this big, Mom-sized hole where she used to be. Joss understood a lot. I still want to call her and talk about things. Hug her in your heart. Hug everyone nearby. Cry. Cry some more. Keep something of hers nearby where you can get to it. Put a photo somewhere and talk to it. Then come here because there's a lot of us who've been through this and we will understand.
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Post by Spaced Out Looney on Oct 4, 2012 6:58:29 GMT -5
Love you guys. I buried my mom yesterday, on a gloriously beautiful early fall day, with the leaves changing color already but still warm and balmy. Much like the day we buried our father. Both September days. Both beautiful blue skies. She went peacefully and quick, but not before we all had a chance to say goodbye. She knew we were all there, and she was ready to sleep and kept telling us, even though it was hard for her to form the words. She struggled for 15 years after her stroke, fought back from practically total paralysis to walking and taking care of herself with help. The pneumonia in April took too much strength away, and even though she fought to get stronger, it wasn't to be. And she hated being so dependent on others to take care of her basic needs. There were so many awesome memories - and she passed down her love of music and nature and sci-fi and science to me and my siblings. But her family was her life, as she was ours. I'll miss her so much. There will always be a hole in the world where she should be. Was reminded of The Body when my sister and her youngest had a minor meltdown as they were trying to decide what to wear to mom's wake. I told them about Willow's meltdown over clothing and trying to find her fuzzy sweater to wear. Joss had such a knack for the details of the human condition. Helps me get thru this hard stuff. I'm so sorry for your loss.
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Post by Spaced Out Looney on Oct 4, 2012 6:59:36 GMT -5
If there's something wrong with wanting ice cream every night, I don't want to be right.
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