It'sBeen A Long Time...A Long Lonely Lonely Lonely Time...

I am very sorry it has been so quiet around here. A few words to describe my last few days...quiet, stress, busy, stress, hormones (NOT my own), tired and annoyed.

First let me say that the house stuff is coming along, after a painting debacle that added years and time to my life and project. We are not done, but I think I can see the light. Marital counseling has not been considered or ordered, so that is a plus. Funny fact/info...our Realtor told us to take EVERYTHING down that is a photograph, has a name on it, etc. His advice, which I am taking since I am desperate to sell and don't all together disagree, is that any person, regardless of race should be able to picture them self in your home. I must say that when I look at houses I don't like seeing photographs, but I swear that I have patched every wall and am practically repainting every room because of this advice. That, and my house looks completely bare.

Second, I fear the change is near. H was unbelievably moody and hormonal yesterday. Practically broke down in tears at the book fair yesterday after school. My parents had sent each of the kids $10 to spend and she wanted these "emoters"-a cute little face that clips on to your ipod headphones. (Hannah worked at summer camp all summer and saved up enough for a shuffle). Well Sam had already bought them for her for her birthday on Monday and I was trying to steer her away from them telling her that Nana said a book, not other crap. She had been all leechy and clingy since we hooked up at the fair, so much so that I kept asking her what was wrong...and she lost it. I swear that I can barely survive my own hormones sometimes. What am I gong to do about her now?

More soon. Got to go to work...BTW, I have my first subbing gig on Friday! I am teaching Spanish, Bible and Public Speaking. And I don't speak Spanish...

Oooo...she's in tru-bull....

We are leaving for Washington DC tomorrow morning, if I haven't already mentioned that a BILLION times. Today, my darling daughter was going to spend her entire Science period discussing the do's and don'ts of the trip with her primary chaperone the 6th grade Science teacher.
My daughter gets in the car and I ask her for the itinerary. She says she has it (before I pull away from the curb) and tells me she give it to me later. We get home. I ask for the itinerary three times and she does not respond. I FINALLY go upstairs and start rifling thru her bag and she fesses up that she has lost it. I start yelling...weeping and gnashing of teeth...I help her look...no itinerary. I tell her calmly that I don't even know when and where to meet the bus to drop her off in 12 hours...I have no idea what I can and can't bring into the buildings (I am assuming that the Capital building has some no-no's...firearms...hand sanitizer...etc just like an airplane?) and I have no idea even what buildings we will be touring at what time. I am freaking out!
So I call the school. No answer. I call a friend. No answer. I look the teacher up in the phone book. No number. I am a little scary at this point. I tell my daughter that I am a control freak and don't want to look like an idiot and would appreciate having all the information that the other parents are receiving.
Finally my friend calls back and tells me she is at the school picking up her daughter and will go on a hunt for me. Multiple teachers, hunting thru school...she finds a fellow 6th grade parent with a copy that she can xerox. She calls back telling me that she has the 4 page packet of information (yes, 4 pages, the night before we leave...come on people!) and that she will be wonderful and drop it off for me.
When she arrived I told her she saved my daughter's behind. Figuratively and literally.