What, what?? it's been awhile since the last Five. This has been the week from... eh, hell. Yup, I think that sums it up. It has not only felt like hell, see as how the temperatures have been in the 100's... but it's also been a psychological hell. Yay! oh the fun! Next week will be better.
I command it so.
1. I just got done taking Max to the doctor. Yesterday, while grilling, The Hubs remarks, "we need new brake pads tomorrow." See as how I have already budgeted his paycheck to zero, I go a smidge nuts-o because the kids had already gotten me teeter-tottering right on the edge anyway. I put myself in timeout. This equates to me just sitting in the bathroom staring at a wall. Now, the children get a minute of timeout for every year of age. I find it unfair that I do not get 31 minutes of timeout. When I was back to homeostasis, I inquired about any squeaks that the brakes were making prior to the big announcement. I got a manly, "yeah. They've squeaked a bit." I got in to take Max to the doctor and HOLY SHIT, BATMAN!?! Grinding. Wailing. Squeaking. Rubbing. I damn near turned around to head home, but so desperately needed to get to the doctor. So now the weekend will consist of the Effed Up Laundry Situation and The Car Situation. Sounds like fun to me!
2. If you know me, you know I freaking LOVE OUR PEDIATRICIAN. She has literally saved the life of Max when he was just a little newborn. She is freaking amazing. I cannot say it enough. I love her. I love our rapport. I just want to kiss her cheeks whenever I see her. (I will stop. I sound like a stalker.) Anyway, due to a school system that frankly, doesn't seem to give a fuck, I took Max to see the doc to see what she had to say. I've often wondered about apraxia or his hearing. The kid is as smart as a whip. I wonder if he's not just a little Stewie all locked up inside simply because he cannot speak adequately. She heard me out and we'll be on our way to the Children's Hospital here in Atlanta sometime soon. We'll probably swing by our audiologist too. Ima need a nanny though because I'm already anxious about how we're going to get anywhere with 5 kids, 1 vehicle and a Hubs that works constantly. It'll fall into place. Right? (right???????!!!!??????)
3. Caleb goes home tomorrow. I haven't told you guys all the drama that has surrounded his visit this time. ...And I'm not gonna. so there. Suffice it to say, there will be a lot of tears and it may be the very biggest, bravest thing the 'Awesomes' have ever had to do. He is going back to a home that simply isn't good enough. Isn't warm enough. And is not supportive enough. It makes me sick. Whatever you believe in... juju, prayer, chicken sacrificing... please send a little my way. We're going to need a little extra ooomph this weekend.
4. This happened yesterday:
I'm pretty sure I'm going to use this against Coop in a few years. I don't know why the goofball chose the dress, but it was hilarious. I highly recommend a costume box for my peeps with kids. Every so often they just come up the stairs as someone else. It's good for letting the ol' imagination wander.
I too have worn this dress. I think it was... mmmm.... circa... one million years ago.
5. Something positive. Something positive. Let me see...
I love the Hubs. Yes, this should be obvious. But life is never easy and we just keep trucking, most of the time with laughs and silliness. It is true that I am still a kindergartener when it comes to affection. If I pick on you... I must love you. I never grew out of it. The Hubs will often force my hands around him in a hug and say, "Let us begin affection class." I am awkward when it comes to showing affection. I blame this guy:
That's muh Dad. It has been said between the Uncle Bro and I that we knew Dad was dying when he said, "I love you." It sounds sad, but that in absolutely no way means we didn't already know he loved us. You didn't need to hear it. It was all around you. Yet apparently 'normal' families hug and what not... this is where 'affection class' from the Hubs comes from.
During this phase of life, when each day brings some new ridiculousness I just want to say to the Hubs... Thanks for that surprise Coke here and there... Thanks for understanding I have a hyper-vigilant anxious reaction even with things I cannot control... Thanks for just getting the fact that I 'need' 'affection class'. and I.... I.... I... LOVE YOU. phew!
Have an awesome weekend. I hope I haven't whined too much. Ima bust through this weekend and come out a brand new sparkly person. This is my plan. It is also my plan to stay in air conditioning at all times. We'll see how all that goes.