Monday, November 14, 2005

Speechless.

I don’t even have anything to blog about. How lame is THAT? I could tell you about the horrendous gas our family has been experiencing (my daughter was the reason for driving with our windows down while going 70 mph down the freeway), but I’m not in the mood. I could tell you about my son going potty for the First Time Ever on his little playschool throne, but he’s only done it one time since then (and even THAT was an accident).

I could tell you about the waterbed I've had since I was three years old, and the painful death it suffered over the weekend. And how I was crushed to see the garbage man whisk it away and crush it along with all the other rotten food, dirty diapers, and waste. Now that wonderful little bed, (the one I learned to tie my shoes on while sitting at the edge of my brand new bed-- the one my mom used to cuddle me in during the middle of the night-- the one I used to imagine there were alligators underneath so I had to literally jump from the door to my bed and then line up all my animals and dolls along the edges so the alligators wouldn't get me-- the one I used to pretend was my stage-- the one I could just sink my body into and never feel that level of comfort anywhere else in this world-- the one I used to cry on when my heart was broken-- the one fitted with my Care Bear sheets (my pillow with Rainy Day Bear, the moon, and stars on one side, Funshine Bear and the sun on the other)-- my other set of sheets with Rainbow Brite, my pink bedspread with Holly (that little pioneer girl with a bonnet)-- the one that used to leak right in the middle of the bed and I sometimes forgot about until I sat down into a pool of cold water-- the one my mom and I used to put cleaning solution into then roll out all the air bubbles-- the one my mom used to stay up with me during all hours of the night helping me to cram for that science test the next day-- the one that I slept on throughout my childhood and high school years-- the one I took to college, and the one I gave to my daughter when she graduated from her crib at the sweet age of 17 months old...) now that same bed is lying somewhere in a rotting, disgusting, fly and mosquito infested swampland we call a dump. Am I sad? Yes. Did I think I would be so affected by this? No. It comes as a complete shock to me too, so you're not alone.

I could tell you about ALL those things, but I'm simply too tired. The kids have not been sleeping well, my stomach still isn't right, we have no savings because I suck at budgeting, I miss my mom, I wanted to sell my dog to the gypsies today, I have a yucky cut on my forehead from Tiny striking me with a "childsafe block," (and now it's infected and looking stupid), my hair is in need of some attention, I get my feelings hurt way too easily, and the kids have not been sleeping...did I mention that one?

Okay, then. I'm done.

12 comments:

  1. ouch. tough day. hope it gets better! sorry about your water bed though.

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  2. OUCH - tomorrow will be much much better... sorry about the water bed - I have a Holly blanket from when I was little girl!

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  3. oh, girl. i feel for you. no, i can't understand the whole kid situation, but i know how it feels when your world just isn't right. while i didn't know of your situation saturday night, i will tip one back for you tonight. you're in my thoughts... cheers!

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  4. BIG HUGS to you Chica! As you know, it will get better.

    But honestly, in the gas department, my family will take yours on any day. And no, I am not proud.

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  5. Aw, hon. I am so sorry. What a rotten, rotten day. Wish I could come hug you!

    Hope you get some sleep tonight and feel a little better tomorrow.

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  6. Wow girl. I now have to start my day and what I really feel like doing is sitting down for a good cry.

    TRY to have a good day and please don't sell your dog. :)

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  7. Oh!!! I want to hug you right now!!! I'm so sorry your having a yucky day! And I know how much you loved that bed, when I read the sentence that you had to throw away your bed, I.was.sad!!!

    Anything I can do?

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  8. just noticed your aviatar is even crying.... whaaaaaa

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  9. i hate to see what you have to say when you're not speechless!! ;-)~

    buck up there cowboy!!

    hope you guys are feeling better soon

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  10. Feel better!!! Sorry about the waterbed!

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  11. Oh man, I hope you get some sleep and have a better day tomorrow!

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  12. I hope your day gets nothin' but better, hon.

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Oh come on-- the least you can do is say HELLO!! You didn't come all this way to turn around and walk away, did you? DID YOU??