Ah, it seems that Tom Cruise has been ranting again about his "knowledge" of Post partum depression and ADHD. I never knew that he was a psychiatrist and a pharmacist. What am I talking about - the interview he gave with Matt Lauer on Friday's Today show, where Tom defends his criticism of Brook Shields, and extolls his extensive knowledge of medications. This man is either the second coming of jesus, or a sad little man going through his mid-life crisis. Run Katie run.
Ah, a new season to enjoy. Well, here in TX it is the same season 9 months out of the year. Looks like we'll have our consistent mid-90's temps for the next few months. All my lording to our New England relatives about the great weather we have during the winter comes and bites me in the ass when it comes to the summer time. They at least get some partly cloudy skies to dull the heat. Not us -looks like it is going to be one of the driest Junes on record. Time to put some more 45+ sunblock on so I can safely walk to the mailbox without getting a sunburn.
"Bark, bark, bark." "What the hell is that sound?" I asked wearily at 1:30am this morning. Turns out it was my son with a raging cough from croup. Poor kid couldn't understand why it wouldn't stop. Luckily, I took him outside into the every so humid Texas air and that seemed to lessen it's effects a bit. He seems fine this morning, other than the lingering cough. Luckily, he's pretty good about getting sick on my days off, which is nice since I don't have to call into work for the day. Yes, I know he doesn't plan it, but it usually works out this way. Plus, an added "benefit" to this cold, he's lost his voice. He normally chatters on continously, all day long, like the birds twittering outside. Now his chattering just sounds like a bird that is twittering 2 miles away, rather than right in your ear. I'm such a mean mom. :)
UPDATE: His voice is back to normal and is chattering away like a squirrel defending his horde of nuts.
My neighbor's boy just came over to "borrow" an egg. I love that I have neighbors that feel comfortable enough to do this. With the amount of food my neighbors and I have "borrowed" from each other we could have a 5 course dinner plus dessert. Never mind all the sincerely offered shared meals.(These are those times when you are talking to your neighbor and mention that hubby is away or won't be home and you don't know what to cook and they insist that you eat with them.)My hubbie doesn't necessarily appreciate them - he often wonders when we became the neighborhood market. He finds it odd.
I've lived in many different areas, and I've never had this closeness with my neighbors. When I lived on Long Island, I didn't even know the names of my neighbors that lived in the illegal apartment in the basement, and they're the ones who got to see all my clean sundries hanging out to dry. Conneticut's neighbors were better, but I still wouldn't trade groceries with any but one of them.
No, I am truly lucky to be living where I am. Of couse, I say that now - the house across the street is empty and I may be changing my tune when new neighbors move in.
Migraine pain is the worst pain I have ever experienced. This includes my experiences with natural childbirth - that was only a 9 out of 10; while the migraine I had yesterday was a 10 out of 10.
I now know what is meant by the phrase "to writhe in agony" as that was what I was doing for several hours yesterday.
Usually I can catch my migraines before they come on full steam, but no luck yesterday. I actually thought I might be experiencing a brain aneurysm. I was going to call 911, but didn't want to walk my son to my next door neighbors house - it was too painful to move. Then I was going to wait until my husband came home so he could take me and watch my son, but that would have involved movement in the car - more pain. My poor husband came home, found the door locked but ajar, couldn't find my son (he was hiding) and heard me moaning in pain. He was ready to storm the stairs, guns ablazing. His more rational side kicked in and he decided to check things out first. He gave me some cold compresses, more pain reliviers, and got my son out of the house. Luckily, the pain medicine finally kicked in and brought the pain down to an 8 out of 10. With that type of pain, I can use breathing techniques to help get me over the hard part. By about 9pm (6 hours later) I was able to get out of bed and eat something for dinner. I'm still feeling the after-effects today.
I have a true doppleganger, but many say that I look just like (fill in the blank). Love found me years ago and luckily I invited it to stay. My most recent journey is raising my son to be a gift to rather than a burden on society. If I succeed at that, I will have succeeded at life.