Time to Lasso it all in...

What a week! I'm telling you, sometimes there are just times when I want to just pack it all up and move to another country - hopefully with the aid of the witness protection program so that I cannot be found by anyone who might possibly know me!

I was sick all week, as you know, but that does not stop the insanity that goes on around me. Here is the rundown of my week:
1. Grandma is still alive and with us (Praise God!) but each day has been an emotional roller coaster. One day she is doing great, the next day, not so much. I wrote her this extremely heart-felt letter as my good-bye because I could not do it face to face. So I sat down last Sunday and poured my heart out. I felt like it was something that I had to do - I woke up out of a dead sleep because I felt it was something that I had to do and so I wrote it up and e-mailed it to my mom to give to grandma because I didn't want any delay in getting it there and guess what? She hasn't given it to her yet! Um...hello? Heartfelt emotions, here! She claims that since Grandma has had some good days that maybe such an emotional "good-bye" letter might not be helpful. So I have to wait it out..

2. I took the boys to the movies yesterday to see Madagascar 2. Very funny, by the way. Well, while we were watching the previews, my phone rang. I know, I know, BAD movie patron, I forgot to turn off my phone. It was my dad and so I answered it and exited the movie theater. Seven years ago, his second wife (my step-mom) had a massive brain hemorrhage. She was only in her late forties and in seemingly good health. It did not kill her but it left her 80% paralyzed with a feeding tube and in a nursing home where she will live out the rest of her life. It was such a horrible thing and it breaks my heart every time I think about it, but they were MASSIVE "partiers" if you get my drift. What happened to her became my PSA for why we don't do drugs to my teenager. So dad called yesterday, crying, to tell me that Hospice has been called in because her health is deteriorating. Dad only cries to me. He doesn't cry to my sister, only to me. That is something that I have a very hard time with. I never understood the whole "Sensitive Guy" appeal. Crying men bother me. Sorry, that's just the way it is. I mean, I don't get ugly about it, I let him cry but it's hard for me to be the strong one to someone who was always the strong one to me. The role-reversal takes me by surprise every time. I explained to him that Hospice coming in is a good thing because this is not the way she would want to live out her life. We should see this as a blessing. It was an emotionally draining call. A few hours later he was much better, no sign of Mr. Emotional. Weird.

3. My teenager has sucked the life out of me every chance he had this week and from every angle. He apparently wanted to put in annoyance-over-time for some reason. I had to have two conferences with two different teachers of his this week - he only has three of them and one of them is me! He's not doing his work and when it is done, it's not done properly. So we've had to buckle down on the school work, the homework, the homework method and such. We've had to add more chores to fill all of his "free time" - something that is killing him but highly benefiting me. Floor scrubbing and trim cleaning will be on this weeks "to do" list. My house should sparkle just in time for the holidays. Yesterday, he angered me so much (and just when I was getting my voice back!) that I had to take the computer away from him too! C'mon, buddy, cut mom a break here! Isn't there someone else you can annoy for just a week? Or maybe, just maybe, try just being, oh, I don't know, GOOD for a week? Work with me here!

4. We won't even get in to the whole election thing! Well, maybe just a little. I mean, I was disappointed, sure, but I'm moving on. I think others need to do the same. Prayer is a good thing to focus on, not doom, gloom and destruction.

5. During all of this, I've been PMSing. I've had a bad head cold that left me with no voice and too many Nyquil hangovers and has now moved down in to my chest. I am so not amused!

Luckily I have the weekend off. I plan to sit around, not do too much and enjoy some alone time. My husband will go off and play with the band today, the teenager will work today and go and hang out with his girlfriend all day tomorrow. The eight-year-old will most likely be around through it all because it is a rainy day out right now, but that's okay. He's on a Star Wars kick right now and if I got really desperate, I've got all six "episodes/movies" that I can pop in and let him just zone for a while. Hey, I'm not looking for a mother of the year trophy right now, just a little sanity.

I can achieve that in a weekend, right?