Is it crazy?

Is it crazy that I take Advil every night to prevent a headache? I don't have a headache at the time...but hey, I may get one! Is it crazy that I check the oven and the stove before going to bed, not just once but several times? I mean, what if someone walked by and switched it all on after I made sure it was off?? Is it crazy that I lock and unlock and relock the door several times, and then check it again later just to be sure? Is it crazy that I have to make sure the iron is off before going to bed...even though I know no one has used the iron in probably weeks? I don't just look to see if its unplugged, I have to touch it to be sure! Is it crazy that I never open my windows, but I check them every night to make sure they're locked? Is it crazy that I have to do a spider check every night before getting into bed? Most of all, is it crazy that I've reread this post a half dozen times and am now thinking of deleting it?? Am I crazy, or am I overprotective? Am I crazy, or am I thorough? Am I crazy, or am I OCD?....which ,by the way, I believe is code for "one crazy dame"!!

Make it stop!

For the past 9 mths or so I've been living with a horrible ringing in my ear. I've been to several doctors, had a hearing test, but no one could determine what is causing the ringing. After I'd suffered with this a while I learned that my sister was having the same problem. Though I wouldn't wish this ailment on my worse enemy...I was somewhat relieved to find out that she had it too. After a lot of investigating...on her part...I think we finally blamed it on age and pretty much stopped complaining. Every so often though, while talking on the phone, she may say "how's your ringing". My response is always, "its there" and she will say "so is mine". Recently she had her annual visit with her Doctor and mentioned the said ringing to get her thoughts. She called me afterwards and asked if I took a lot of Advil. Well as a matter of fact I do! So...she suggested, per her doctor, that I stop taking it for a couple of weeks and see if it stops. I decided to comply and stopped taking the Advil about 3 days ago. As I sit here and write this, the ringing is so loud I can hardly hear myself think. So...do I continue with this so called remedy and give it more time? Or, do I get back on the Advil wagon to prevent a potential headache? Hard to decide now with Carole of the Bells playing constantly in my ear. I don't know why I'm writing this..I imagine its to prevent me from throwing myself off the nearest bridge. Its driving me crazy!!! MAKE IT STOP!!!

I never thought much about being a Grandma, because I thought it would happen much later in my life. Not that 50 is too young to be a Grandma, in my mind when I think of "Grandma"....I think of a Grandma Hughes type. But, now that I am one I can't imagine ever not being one. Its the greatest feeling in the world. Totally different from when you have your own kids. I don't have to worry if he has had too many cookies, or if cereal and chocolate milk is bad to give for dinner. This is "Nona's" house...have a ball! No bedtime...no rules....no punishment....just fun! Then...hand them over to Daddy!! Besides just love being around the little rugrat...he is very funny to boot! I love 3...what an age! He just says what he thinks...anything and everything. How great would that be if we all could do that...just say what we think. A few examples come to mind....for instance, if I would like a hug or a kiss from Aiden, and he just isn't in the mood he will say.."no thank you". So..if your husband wants to come home for LUNCH, why can't we just say "no thank you"! Aiden has no problem saying "I'm outta here" when I'm doing something he has no interest in. So, why when I was trapped in the hospital room while my MIL was having her catheter didn't I just say "I'm outta here!"? If I make something that he doesn't like he has no problem pushing the plate away saying "I don't like it!" So, why do I eat it and pretend to like it? I would love to push the plate away and say I don't like it! "Whats that icky smell?" Another thing I could have said while sitting in a small room with a man who probably hadn't showered in weeks!! Aiden would have said it!! When someone is rambling on and on and you just want to say "stop talking"...why don't we? We have to grow up...we have to learn manners....we have to think about other people's feelings...we just have to be nice! Lets put one day aside and be 3 again. Just say what we think, anytime..anywhere. I bet its a lonely day...a lonely day indeed! In the mean time...I'm outta here!

Whole new meaning of Daughter-in-Law

How do I begin.....
Well, my mother in law had surgery on her shoulder yesterday. I volunteered to be at the hospital during the procedure...first mistake? Perhaps.
I got there at 9 in the morning and was heading to my car at 5:30 that evening.
Now waiting for someone to get out of surgery is hard enough, but not compared to what was in store for me. I love my MIL, don't get me wrong, but I just happen to think that favorite Daughter- in- law status has to have a stopping point somewhere. As she was being wheeled in after she awoke, she looked at me and said "you're still here?".....you mean I could have left?? I, of course, said "yes I'm still here". Then it all began! She wanted ice chips...no problem! She wanted more blankets...no problem! She wanted a barf bag...again, no problem. She wanted a catheter.....problem!! The nurse came in to perform the procedure when my FIL excused himself from the room....wait, what about me?? She is in the middle of telling me a story, so as not to be rude I listen while the nurse is getting ready. Well....the nurse is ready and she looks at me and says..do you want to leave? Thank God....YES! My MIL grabs my arm and says...no, she's okay..and continues with her story. I, keeping my eyes fixated on hers the whole time....smile and politely listen to 900 cc's of pee exit her body!! Well...the worst is over, right? Wrong! She finally gets discharged and I have to help her get dressed. This is the part where I have to tell you I had to put her underwear on and also got a boob shot! Now we can leave and I head to the car on the phone with her sister. She finds it inconvienent to leave her house at this hour and pick up meds for her one and only sister. So...guess who volunteered?? I go home and grab my husband....this is his mom for God's sake, he can go with me. We go get the 5...yes 5 perscriptions that this quack of a Doctor perscribed for her and head to her house. While sitting there she informs us that she has to pee. My husband quickly says "I can't help with that" and her ass of a husband makes no attempt to move, so again I volunteer. We make it to the bathroom and she turns and faces me...lifts her one good arm and says, will you pull them down? Ummm...sure! She then sits on the potty and attempts to pee. Well...the next thing I hear is "I have to self cath!' What?? Did I hear that right??? I said, right now? Yes..in that drawer grab the yellow jar. Now grab the catheter...now grab the vaseline. Oh dear God...this is going to happen!! I...yes me..have to prep this contraption. Next thing I know..legs are spred and she is performing a self cath. All I hear as I turn my head is, "oh, I missed the hole....oh, I missed it again....oh man, where's the hole??" The prayer now going through my head?? "please don't make me find the hole...please don't make me find the hole". Thank you lord, cause the next thing I hear is 900 cc's of pee exit her body!

New year has begun

Okay, I set this blog up days ago and think its about time I write something.

Here it is, a new year has begun
2009 gone and auld lang syne sung.
Like a new page...new chapter in life
Be a better Mother, perhaps a better wife.
Now the kids are older and they dwindle out the door
hearing the word mommy, probably never more.
Makes me think back at all the times past
hearing people say, "it goes by so fast".
I now know the truth and I hear myself say
to other new mommies.."it happens that way".
So, new chapter to me means so so much more
now that my children are walking out the door.