How I learned to write a post in minutes, AND, rediscovering having two kids home for the summer.
So I woke up this morning all groggy and sleepy, trying to get my ruined sleep schedule back on track by making myself get up way before I want to, and while checking email decided to drift on over here to see if anyone has posted recently. Imagine my surprise when I see that BOTH Lydia and Joss have posted.
I went back and read Joss’ post from last week, where I thought she said that I ddin’t have to post all summer unless I felt like it. When rereading the fine print, I saw that I was supposed to post one last time, today, and THEN take my hiatus.
And there I was last week all set up to photo-blog about making a necklace with rocks and wire which was canceled at the last minute. This week? Not so much prepared. So here is my first extemporaneous, unresearched, off the cuff and half-arsed post! Yay!
GOOD NEWS: Stelara seems to be working, albeit at glacial speed. I am in very little discomfort. This is such a great great thing I can hardly even SAY how great. I am starting to walk for my health and everything. When I get out of bed in the morning I just, you know, WALK into the hallway and there is no wincing or bleeding or cursing. It’s so excellent.
BAD NEWS: my oldest child, who just returned from college is unwell. I did the doctor and medical lab thing yesterday (which was also my birthday, but you know how the mom thing goes, and I have no complaints. Just trolling shamelessly for birthday wishes. I admit it.) And this morning my husband took her for some barium shakes and x-rays, poor sugar. We should know by tomorrow at the latest whether she has what the doctor suspects and if/when she might have to have surgery, my poor darling.
So school is out, both my kids have not yet found summer employment (and the one being sick, etc.) so it looks like four adults in our home for a while, three of them together ALL DAY. The two girls don’t always get along, although they are really trying to (especially after the recent administration crackdown on civil unrest in our domain conducted by the parental authorities.) There just doesnt seem to be enough room for us all.
The older one is very earnest and smart and thoughtful and also full of opinions and liable to spew political rants at the slightest provocation (sometimes with no discernible provocation at all, heh.) The younger one has strong geek cred, owns sparkly many-sided gaming dice she carries in a sparkly pink case. Her ethereally lovely nerdiness is impenetrable to the understanding of the chic, loud, grounded -in-the-real-world elder child. They are as different as chalk and cheese, and I am mesmerized by them both.
I’m used to having time alone to work during the day. I’m used to having a little more control over the state of my home. There is some adjusting ahead, for all of us.But we pretty much adore one another, so it will all work out, right? RIGHT?
[EDIT: as I was about to post this entry, my daughter called, on the way home to say "The GOOD NEWS, I don't have a hiatal hernia. The BAD NEWS: I don't have a hiatal hernia." This means more tests, maybe an endoscopy? We'll see. NOT WORRIED, OH NO. (Please God, don't let my child inherit my medical adventures.)]
PS I actually did write this post in minutes, but finding an appropriate image took forever. And you know how distracting lolcats are.
Have an excellent summer, and I promise to check in now and then just to read comments and see what you are all up to.