Post by bullygirl979 on Aug 27, 2015 8:52:59 GMT -5
How is everyone today?
I'm a little sleepy.
A new staff started this week and I don't think she is going to work out. I just don't get a good vibe about her and I swear I caught her looking at job sites this morning. I asked her if she had any concerns/issues/questions and she said no. I guess time will tell!
I have about a billion things to do before Sunday and this whole working all day thing is really making getting of that stuff done hard!
XH was playing up super dad last night at DS's 6th grade orientation. He even questioned whether or not I had a plan for getting DS to school on the first day. Uh yeah, the bus. Then he asked if I knew where the bus stop is. Yup, the same place DD has been getting on the bus for the last 5 years.
Lastly, DS was so anxious last night he picked up a weird tick with his right hand. I think I need to get him a worry rock or something to carry with him. Poor little dude.
doriswe - I have never heard of a worry rock, but I have gone through phases where I needed the comfort of something special in my hand. Two of my brothers got to go to the Kennedy Space Center (they didn't even LIKE space...I was so jealous!). They knew how upset I was that I didn't get to go, and they brought back a pewter key chain of the ISS.
That key chain got me through some really anxious times in college. I still have it, but it's bent almost to the point of breaking so I don't carry it around anymore.
Anyway...random anecdote to second the idea for a worry rock!
I have about a billion things to do before Sunday and this whole working all day thing is really making getting of that stuff done hard!
XH was playing up super dad last night at DS's 6th grade orientation. He even questioned whether or not I had a plan for getting DS to school on the first day. Uh yeah, the bus. Then he asked if I knew where the bus stop is. Yup, the same place DD has been getting on the bus for the last 5 years.
Lastly, DS was so anxious last night he picked up a weird tick with his right hand. I think I need to get him a worry rock or something to carry with him. Poor little dude.
doriswe - I have never heard of a worry rock, but I have gone through phases where I needed the comfort of something special in my hand. Two of my brothers got to go to the Kennedy Space Center (they didn't even LIKE space...I was so jealous!). They knew how upset I was that I didn't get to go, and they brought back a pewter key chain of the ISS.
That key chain got me through some really anxious times in college. I still have it, but it's bent almost to the point of breaking so I don't carry it around anymore.
Anyway...random anecdote to second the idea for a worry rock!
That's awesome! I think it would really help DS, although I worry about him losing it since he's a space case
The garage had old wood in the rafters that we took out and stacked at the back of the house. Then I removed a few tiles from the roof just to see how difficult it would be.
We're hoping to get most of the roof down tomorrow by ourselves. Saturday is when the real fun begins.
I have about a billion things to do before Sunday and this whole working all day thing is really making getting of that stuff done hard!
XH was playing up super dad last night at DS's 6th grade orientation. He even questioned whether or not I had a plan for getting DS to school on the first day. Uh yeah, the bus. Then he asked if I knew where the bus stop is. Yup, the same place DD has been getting on the bus for the last 5 years.
Lastly, DS was so anxious last night he picked up a weird tick with his right hand. I think I need to get him a worry rock or something to carry with him. Poor little dude.
What's Sunday?
Sorry DS was anxious
BFF's sister's baby shower, where I've offered to help set up/take down. It's across the boarder, so there's drive time involved and other crap. Plus Sunday is DD's birthday and I'm making her Starbucks inspired cupcakes
The cool thing about DS is he can identify it and can express himself pretty well. He's also requesting to see his counselor. He's a cool little dude . Oh, and XH still "can't see" that he's having issues adjusting.
BFF's sister's baby shower, where I've offered to help set up/take down. It's across the boarder, so there's drive time involved and other crap. Plus Sunday is DD's birthday and I'm making her Starbucks inspired cupcakes
The cool thing about DS is he can identify it and can express himself pretty well. He's also requesting to see his counselor. He's a cool little dude . Oh, and XH still "can't see" that he's having issues adjusting.
BFF's sister's baby shower, where I've offered to help set up/take down. It's across the boarder, so there's drive time involved and other crap. Plus Sunday is DD's birthday and I'm making her Starbucks inspired cupcakes
The cool thing about DS is he can identify it and can express himself pretty well. He's also requesting to see his counselor. He's a cool little dude . Oh, and XH still "can't see" that he's having issues adjusting.
Sitting in airport on our way back home to NJ. We had a great trip. Tomorrow night Allman/Doobie show. Danilo comes home for weekend. I havent seen him since we went to Virginia in the begining of July.
I just finished our hurricane prep in case Erika comes our way.
We're still unpacking and regrouping from our big trip home. I'm ready to kill my MIL because once again I have to retrain A to not call me Mom. She's too little for that and it probably annoys me more than it should, but whatever.
While I was home a friend of mine committed suicide. We used to work together and I hadn't seen him in a few years but he was also home visiting. He went missing and they found him a few days later in the woods. It was just a few miles from my IL's, which is crazy because they are in the middle of nowhere. It makes me sad for his family. And sad for him that he felt the need to do that. He was a cool guy that made everyone happy.
Mommy, or mama. She's not even 3 yet, I can't deal with Mom.
And thank you.
I am in my 30s I call my Mom, Mom most of the time. Still if things are bad and things and I call her to talk I always go Mum and she knows that somethings not good with me.