Week In, Week Out

Part I - I wrote this part Sunday morning and called it a day.

I was thinking today - in the disjointed thoughts, because I never actually get to have a complete one.    I was thinking my blog doesn't always reflect exactly what is going on in my life because I mostly write posts on the weekends.  Currently I am questioning that idea as I have two babies right up under me.  One is wailing about an injury which occurred over fifteen minutes ago.  (I ran out of sympathy at the five minute mark.) The other one is tearing paper towels into itty bitty bits.  She's eating some of them....less for me to clean up I guess.  (How considerate of her.)

Last week I posted about decorating which I actually did the week of Thanksgiving.  So it seemed like we were just rolling along here decorating, singing carols, and drinking cocoa, but in reality a horrible stomach virus had hit the babies.  I was up with them two nights with no sleep and spent two days home from work knee deep in puke.  I made it back to work and got one night of sleep before Saigie and The Coach succumbed.

After missing that much school I am now neck deep in Civil War essays and 1920's projects.  The Coach would be glad to help me out, but is coaching and has been ALL WEEKEND.  As as result of all this you may or may not see the following posts on my blog next week: I Will Never Eat Spaghetti Again, I Do/Don't Want a Jogging Stroller, The Life of a Coach's Wife, "Why is the baby crying NOW!!!!!?"  And my favorite: "WHY MUST SHAYE PLAY WITH CAT LITTER?"

I should be grading the essays now instead of typing this, but I can't because I have to actually concentrate to assess the crap genius my students write.  Stopping to get drinks, wipe butts, and clean up cat litter does not lend itself to concentration.

I been out of bed for five and a half hours.  I haven't run, haven't graded, haven't cleaned.  I have eaten junk as stress relief.  I have done nothing productive.  I called The Coach with such self pity he just came to take Tayte to the next game of the baseball tournament with him.    I have also written this crappy post.

Some good advice would be a practical thing to ask for, but instead I would like to know this.........Is it too early to start drinking?

(Ok.  I am going to adopt a better attitude and start being more productive.....................NOW!)

Part II - After some grading had been done, groceries had been bought and miles had been run.  Basically after order was restored to my world - I returned to add the following.


Here are some of the conversations The Coach and I had today.

I called The Coach to tell him I was sorry for the meltdown and to thank him for taking Tayte.
He replied - "I was glad to do it Honey.  He had a great time at the game."

I told him I didn't feel like cooking and we were having sandwiches for dinner.
He replied - "That sounds great.  I was hoping we were having sandwiches!"

I informed him I ran seven miles.
He replied - "You are awesome Babe.  No one works harder than you."
I began to get suspicious.  He usually asks something snarky like, "Did you win?"

So I did a test.
I said, "I went over the budget on groceries today."  (He is VERY budget conscious.)
He said, "That's fine Sweetheart.  Did you get every thing you need?  Thanks for doing the shopping."

I tried again - "I am going to go take an hour long bath and leave you in here with the babies.  They are cranky.  And sticky.
Him - "Ok.  Want me to pour you some wine"

And the last straw..
Me- "I would like to watch repeats of the 1987 Ice Capades tonight and I want you to watch it with me.
Him - "I can hardly wait."

Then I realized his body hasn't been taken over by aliens.  It's the DARN APP.  He knows I have PMS, so he is just agreeing to everything I say!
So I told him, "You don't have to act like I am a dangerous crazy woman just because of PMS.  I don't need to be plagiarized, patricided, patronized!"
Him - "Of course I don't Beautiful.  Want some chocolate?"

ARGH!

Weekly Recap

I meant to do this earlier today, but The Coach and I got to have a last minute date to a wedding today. I should have taken a picture. We were looking quite cute.

In other non news.....
~One week of summer school down. Whew. I did have to fire a priest. That was kind of traumatic. Actually he was laid off due to enrollment but, "fired a priest" sounds more humorous.
~My oldest kid returned from camp in Alabama. He seemed to have a good time. Two more kids are leaving for camp this week.
~I have decided to start some kind of speed workout. I ran four miles the other day and I the first two were under ten minutes, but not the last two and not my average.
~Last night I couldn't sleep because I kept slapping at something biting me in a dream. When I told The Coach this morning he stared at me like I was nuts. BUT when I was getting dressed for the wedding today I noticed bumps all over my shoulder and neck. I wasn't dreaming. Something WAS biting me.
~I tried to go get queso with my best friend, P$, but when she pulled over and asked me to drive because her head/neck hurt I knew she was in no shape to go. No one ever asks me to drive. I used to think it was because I was a bad driver, but I have since realized it is because they aren't adventurous.
~I got a haircut this week. Before I looked like the Goat Lady. Now I look like Ramona Quimby Age 8. I think it is an improvement though.

Ok. I could ramble on like this for hours, but I think it is time for me to go to bed now and let things bite me.

Good night!

First Official Weekly Recap

I don't know if this recap will really be weekly...but I didn't like anything else I had written this week, so I'll try this.

The Good

My best friends P$ and Sarge and I got to have P$'s birthday dinner together...alone!

The contract on our house has been signed.

Construction starts on the new house on Monday.

I got my grades in - barely.

I learned many things about blogging and read some cool blogs.

I ran four miles (at one time........)

The Bad

Shaye Baby has a cold and had to stay home for three days, but Sweet Aunt kept her so that was good. Thanks Sweet Aunt.

Poor Shaye Baby

The Ugly

Survivor Coach (Not to be confused with my husband, The Coach) looked truly bizarre in his Asian robe thing and long necklace. Stacy and Clinton would not approve.

Next Week

Looking forward to a "practice" mini tri on Sunday. The real thing is next Saturday.

Hopefully our home inspection is painless.

My in-laws are coming to visit.

PTO is providing lunch at school on Friday. :)

Hopefully Shaye Baby will be feeling better soon.

I just made an executive decision not to blog on Sundays, because I enjoy a nice Sunday nap after church and grocery shopping. Gotta love a nap.