In Limbo

I am so stressed out and tired that I actually feel asleep while I was having my eyebrows waxed. Seriously.

This whole limbo thing is making me want to tear out my hair!

Please let it pass

I am emotionally drained. I have so many things I would rather (rather? that is kind of a crappy choice of words, but right now I don't have enough brain energy to think of a better word) write about today: what it feels like to be 30, my visit to the Philadelphia Museum of Art to see the Dali exhibit that I didn’t actually see, Mr. Little Man’s upcoming birthday party, etc., etc. Alas, I can’t concentrate on any of that.

My grandmother is in the hospital and by all accounts will pass on any minute now. Seriously, who says that to a family? I realize that you have to gather everyone around and no matter what you say someone will probably tell you to have a little more tact.

Additionally, my half sister will be taken off of life support today. She had a massive heart attack (from what we know) while driving her kids to soccer practice. She has been in a coma since April 17, 2005 and has now been declared brain dead. She is only 28 years old and this whole thing came out of left field.

This is definitely one of those days where I want to crawl into bed and hide under the covers until the agony passes. How do you prepare yourself for this? You don't. If I had all the time in the world I don't think I could prepare myself.

Mommy's Little Heathen

My son goes to a private parochial school and everyday his teacher sends me little notes about what activities he did that day and what his general mood was like, etc. They have chapel everyday, although for his age group they mostly sing little songs and say a couple of prayers. It’s a great school because they really work with my son, who communicates largely via sign language (although he is speaking more these days).

This was Friday’s note (please note I am not going to edit):

“Mr. Little Man had a temper tantrum at chapel today. He wanted to climb onto the altar and we said no. We let him get over it and he calmed down on his own. Mr. Little Man sat next to me and when prayer began he went to the door and requested “open”, so I took him back to the classroom. When it was playtime for everyone he chose to color and sat nicely with the others. He did get up and walk around knocking everyone else’s toys down. I showed him that he needed to help clean up, but he went to the door and requested open”.

Apparently, whenever he doesn’t want to do something he just goes to the door and signs open and gets away with it. Nice.

Random thoughts whilst washing dishes

1. When did I start thinking about mortgages and interest rates? Oh my God, am I officially an adult now?
2. Illinois is sooooo beating North Carolina’s ass tonight!
3. Damn, I need to remember to water the plants.
4. Should I increase my life insurance policy?
5. Daylight savings rocks!
6. Do I have to go to work tomorrow? Would anyone notice if I didn’t show up?
7. I should re-tile the bathroom.
8. Why are there Legos on the floor?
9. Oh my God, the neighbor is walking around in her underwear again!
10. How much money do I need to retire by the time I’m 40? What do I have to do to make sure I win the lottery tonight?
11. If only 2 people live in my house why are there 7 dirty glasses?