What The Bloody Hell?
My Teddy Bear just walked up to me and said, "I just crapped out 1.4 pounds of unhappiness," which is not exactly why I finally bought a bathroom scale today.
Some time ago, Chicken and I were doing an overhaul of his room during a time when his room was upstairs and everything else was downstairs. I was sweaty, exhausted and in some serious pain. I asked Chicken to bring me my bottle of Vicodin and a glass of ice water, heavy on the ice. He brought back the Vicodin, sitting neatly on a glass full of ice and said, "Here's your Vicodin on the rocks, ma'am."
I survived Chicken's birthday, and thank you for all the birthday comments and the birthday card. Jeremy sent Chicken an Ecard to my email address (samsstories@gmail.com) and I forwarded it to my boy. Without opening it first. Either I am totally trusting of Jeremy's noble intentions because he is a great guy or I am the worst mother ever. Either way, what doesn't kill him makes him stronger, right?
For the day of Chicken's birth we had a small party at the house with cake and ice cream. I wanted to do something simple that the grandparents could enjoy while not having a completely crazy overdone affair. Anyone can deal with six middle school boys for an hour, right? Ohmyfuckinggawd. How Redneck Diva did it ALL night I have no idea but the boys had so much fun there was blood involved. They were playing tag in the backyard and one boy ate the rose bush with his back. Ouch. I truly believe that having all the boys over for a slumber party would have been the death of me.
On Saturday one of Chicken's friends from San Diego came up and the four of us went to Magic Mountain aka King's Dominion for my East Coast/Midwest friends. The kids had a blast, and we made it through the day alive. Returning home, the two monsters played until we pulled them apart and sent one to the living room to sleep. Did I mention the friend is a girl? Yep, Chicken and his friend that is a girl had a sleepover. I slept in the living room in a sleeping bag as well, just to be prudent. Although Chicken doesn't like girls yet I'm not a total moron. Just a partial moron.
Cue the cats racing around the living room like the fucking possessed fucking freaks that they are. As I normally sleep in my bed (located in my bedroom, duh!) I have no idea if the cats always do this or just when I sleep on the floor in the middle of the living room. I fucking hated those cats. And then I shut them both in the master bedroom with Teddy Bear. HA!
So, I'm alive, Chicken is 11 and midterms are over at last. I shall begin posting more frequently. Maybe. I also have pictures from all the festivities and will try to post them in the next few days.
Depending on the extent of the local fires, you may or may not see the news coverage in your area. At this point, I am far enough away from all of the fires in Southern California to be safe from actual flames, but not so far away that I am safe from the smoke. I am holed up inside with everything shut and the hepa filter thingy going full blast while sucking on my inhaler and hoping I don't end up in frickin' urgent care. Stupid smoke.
Some time ago, Chicken and I were doing an overhaul of his room during a time when his room was upstairs and everything else was downstairs. I was sweaty, exhausted and in some serious pain. I asked Chicken to bring me my bottle of Vicodin and a glass of ice water, heavy on the ice. He brought back the Vicodin, sitting neatly on a glass full of ice and said, "Here's your Vicodin on the rocks, ma'am."
I survived Chicken's birthday, and thank you for all the birthday comments and the birthday card. Jeremy sent Chicken an Ecard to my email address (samsstories@gmail.com) and I forwarded it to my boy. Without opening it first. Either I am totally trusting of Jeremy's noble intentions because he is a great guy or I am the worst mother ever. Either way, what doesn't kill him makes him stronger, right?
For the day of Chicken's birth we had a small party at the house with cake and ice cream. I wanted to do something simple that the grandparents could enjoy while not having a completely crazy overdone affair. Anyone can deal with six middle school boys for an hour, right? Ohmyfuckinggawd. How Redneck Diva did it ALL night I have no idea but the boys had so much fun there was blood involved. They were playing tag in the backyard and one boy ate the rose bush with his back. Ouch. I truly believe that having all the boys over for a slumber party would have been the death of me.
On Saturday one of Chicken's friends from San Diego came up and the four of us went to Magic Mountain aka King's Dominion for my East Coast/Midwest friends. The kids had a blast, and we made it through the day alive. Returning home, the two monsters played until we pulled them apart and sent one to the living room to sleep. Did I mention the friend is a girl? Yep, Chicken and his friend that is a girl had a sleepover. I slept in the living room in a sleeping bag as well, just to be prudent. Although Chicken doesn't like girls yet I'm not a total moron. Just a partial moron.
Cue the cats racing around the living room like the fucking possessed fucking freaks that they are. As I normally sleep in my bed (located in my bedroom, duh!) I have no idea if the cats always do this or just when I sleep on the floor in the middle of the living room. I fucking hated those cats. And then I shut them both in the master bedroom with Teddy Bear. HA!
So, I'm alive, Chicken is 11 and midterms are over at last. I shall begin posting more frequently. Maybe. I also have pictures from all the festivities and will try to post them in the next few days.
Depending on the extent of the local fires, you may or may not see the news coverage in your area. At this point, I am far enough away from all of the fires in Southern California to be safe from actual flames, but not so far away that I am safe from the smoke. I am holed up inside with everything shut and the hepa filter thingy going full blast while sucking on my inhaler and hoping I don't end up in frickin' urgent care. Stupid smoke.
Labels: Chicken, One Sickly Bitch, Road Trip, School, Teddy Bear
posted by Sam at
10:53 PM
3 Comments:
Sounds like Chicken had a fun birthday!!!
Yah - the wind and the smoke today are KILLING me. My throat is on fire - and I haven't even been outside.
Uh oh. I missed the birthday. Happy Belated Birthday, Chicken!!
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