Friday, November 04, 2005


Consider yourself lucky if you don't live in CA right now. Seems we have this special election coming up next Tuesday and it is a biggie. Proof is that I'm getting upwards of 3 phone calls a day telling me how to vote and the junk mail is horrendous. Luckily I don't watch much t.v. because I understand there are tons of those ads too. UGH. Four more day -- four more days -- four more days.

I hate the fall time change. All I want to do is sleep. I go to bed early and still can't get up in the a.m. And I'm exhausted all day. Makes me crazy.

The kids had Tuesday off of school. The school called an in service day which actually is kind of nice to have the day after Halloween. However, it has screwed up my week entirely and now next week they've got W to F off because of teacher conferences. What to do, what to do.

I'm still so restless right now I can hardly stand it. Crawling out of my skin restless.

Christmas is already coming too soon. Christmas = Stress for me and I really don't want to deal with it. Of course, my son is angry that I don't like Christmas. Poor kid -- moms are supposed to make christmas magical and all I do is complain. I suppose he'll get over it.

The drama queen (aka The Princess) has been doing fairly well lately. Homework is now managed easily. Sleeping is mostly managed. But she's developed this big desire to confess -- for instance the other night about 30 minutes after she went to bed she shows up right next to me in tears and confesses that she's been thing bad thoughts about me, thinking I was stupid, and now she feels so bad and it really isn't true and she wanted me to know it wasn't true.

The troops are home so I guess I'd better shut down now.


LA said...

That's kind of sweet that she trusts you enough with her 'bad' thoughts and feelings.

Restless? Yeah. I'm chewing the walls. If it didn't mean we'd end up in Nebraska or some other yucky place I'd suggest you start east and I'd start west until we met up in the middle. I've got that song refrain, "We've got to get out of this place if it's the last thing we ever do..." playing at full blast inside my head.

Born to run and shackled to home, ~LA

Suburban Island said...

Christmas is stressful. My mom hated Thanksgiving. I hated that she hated it. It still bugs me. Maybe your son's love of the holiday will restore some of that pleasure back to you. Kids give us treasures like that but sometimes I know I get so stressed and serious that I can't figure that out at the moment. I'm trying to do better! I hope you find ways to have a fun holiday this year! Hugs. :)