Tired ass mother

Excuse the language.. gheez. It’s the best I can do after a week of consoling two flu-afflicted children, preparing and serving 40 plus barbeque dinners for the wanting monday night masses, launching a new internet cafe, laboring to meet a story deadline in hopes of landing a writing contract, and preparing for a visit from my beloved mama.  This matrix of events has been overlaid across the backdrop of my own sputtering immune system, a grant funding rejection notice, estrangement from a few clusters of trusty friends, and an unusually crisis-filled dockett to navigate as the high-school counselor.  Ahhh… but the sun has been brilliantly shining.  Even after 5 sleepless nights spent soothing a fevering baby, my bleary eyes brightened with every opportunity to absorb the late morning sun.

Just to update, Matt – the unknowing object of my laundry-based obsession – Sears repair man did finally re-visit me. And, he fixed the hell out of my washing machine. After three plus months of staring at the thing, it finally spun us some sweet smelling sheets and jammies. Our reverie, however, was short-lived. The hot water heater gave up the ghost just 36 hours after the washing machine was revived. Turns out, the washing machine won’t work when there is no hot water pressure …even if you beg it to wash things cold. So , here we are again… belaying down bluffs of crumpled laundry while scratching dirt off our unbathed skin. I’m, of course, being unnecessarily dramatic. It’s all to say that things like bathing and washing dishes are taking a little longer as of late and that compounds the tired-assedness of this mother.

Ossian astounded us two nights ago by letting us know that her peach colored plastic baby doll, Emma, was “not impressed” by us (her parents and baby sister).

Yesterday, I noticed the back door open and then shut. Intrigued, I ventured closer to find it had been opened by a speed crawling baby Nola on her way to greener pastures in the great outdoors.

Our dear friends, Justin, Amy, and Violet recently spent the weekend here and introduced us to Guitar Hero. Thank god I don’t have that apparatus permanently available to me in my own home. I could easily spiral into a tv tethered, power chord hammering addict.

Thank goodness for the luxurious solace of unfettered sunsets and leaping lambs.