Once upon a time I was a free spirit . . . now, I’m not. Pass the olives – quick!!! Sure, I have crazy curly hair, I make soap, I homeschool, I compost and I wear overalls a lot, but I kind of like things to be like they should be.
I want things to just be normal. Dan is still being weird about standing up and it freaks me the hell out. You’d have to see it to appreciate it. Tonight, while I was cooking, Tim walked in carrying Dan after his latest “meltdown.” The boys all thought it was funny. Me? Not so much. The fact that NO ONE seems to know his EEG results is freaking me out even more, though I’ve buried that deep-deep-down inside of me (I call it heartburn). We see the neurologist on Wednesday. I REALLY know in my heart that whatever is going on is not life-threatening, but I want someone who paid for a lot of school to tell me this.
In the meantime, I can’t sleep. Poor Mike. I climb into bed every night at a decent time, but I just flop there staring at him wondering HOW he can sleep. And then I start poking at him – just to see. He doesn’t think it’s as funny as I do. Eventually, I just get up. Insane, but productive. The house is super clean, we have loaves of bread, rolls (of bread), food all over the place sorted and portioned and frozen AND I’ve moved all of the furniture twice. It’s now back to where it was. And, da dum, I conquered the laundry! Until someone wakes up tomorrow morning, I’m winning! Yay me!
I don’t get like this often, but when I do, it’s easy to tell I’m over the edge. Mike and the kids are NICE to me – really nice, not just polite nice. And, them being nice sends me further over the edge. It’s a no win all around.
OK – It’s 4:22 and I’m going to try to sleep again.
Sidenotes: Kate, not ignoring you, I just haven’t had time to give you a thoughtful response to your email. Hope Riley had fun this weekend, though. Sabrina, email me your new address (email@example.com) so I can send you the rest of the 24 seasons!!!! Lynne, I suck, I missed Jesse’s birthday again, didn’t I? If I send her a REAL pony can we call it good?