There is no efffin way that I will be seeing the ball drop in New York on TV tonight. Not after last night! I shit you not!
Night before last Logan had his friend Kenny sleep over ( in the livingroom of course :0( ) and they had a grand old time ( it had been quite awhile as Kenny has been grounded for doing poorly in school ) and they played video games til between 2:30 and 3 a.m. and chatted and laughed. Logan...being a constant chatterbug. sighhhhh
Mom keeps her door closed at night and it's fair to say she misses most of this...( has been the case for more than a few years )until she has to rise to pee and gives them a uknowwhatfor, which only lasts til she is back in her bedroom. sigh
Last night she warned them....BED AT ELEVEN.
Tracie left just after nine thirty and I turned in :0) Earlier we ran up to KMART and I found some good buys. Stuff to store until next Christmas or a birthday. :0( :0) Jewelry boxes 70% off. Can't beat THAT. I shit you not!
Hubby had been taking cat naps and naps from morning to THAT HOUR, which was nacho cheese ( nuked ) time for the boys and drinks of course.
He nodded off again ( grumbling that I had Dr.G on and it was a repeat. Yeah, maybe TO HIM, but not to me.
I can be nice ( sometimes ;0) ) and I turned the tv off and then tried to fall to sleep. DIDN'T HAPPEN!
Speaking of sleep....I'm cutting into the flying squirrels PLAY TIME. He sleeps days and plays all night. awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
So anyway......Eleven comes and I listen to see if she comes out of her room to check on the boys. NADDA! I'm sure she was in "dreamland " long before this time. Hubby woke to pee. I rose and went to remind the boys what hour it was, which got hubby going and he's yelling out that Kenny won't be staying over if they can't follow the rules. He gets back into bed and notices that his covers are up against me and accuses me of taking all the covers. LET ME TELL YOU THIS....today I want him to give me a demonstration on how he gets in and out of bed without throwing his covers back as he INSISTED at that hour that he DOES NOT DO. grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr Which brought me to the breaking point and I'm yelling that twin beds are in the near future for us. If ONLY it was possible with this damn pier wall headboard. sighhhhhhhh
He drops back off to sleep and I can see the flickering of the tv in the parlor against the diningroom wall from where I lay. Okay...so they were quiet...if not asleep.. Andddddddddddddddd I layed there trying to get comfortable and kept trying and hoping to fall asleep. In my mind I kept arranging and re-arranging where I would put furniture in my livingroom IF I EVER had a livingroom again and what style of furniture would fit best in that room. My legs felt like BRICKS.HEAVY BRICKS! Every muscle in my body must have been tense. twelve thirty found me up to use the bathroom. TV was off, but I could see Logan using his phone to ??? play games, chat on Facebook, whatever. He was quiet.
I did drop off to sleep. Pain in my rt.arm and legs kept waking me and I'd change positions and re-position the pillows I had under my arm and between my legs. Minutes before three a.m. ( alarm clock time) hubby wakes to pee. This woke me enough to shut the alarm off before it went off and give hubby his pain meds.
More shifting in bed and I managed to sleep fitfully between the pain and lack of sleep.
THEN CAME.....5 A.M. Hubby wakes IN PAIN and has to pee again. He insists I did not give him his pain meds at 3 a.m. like I. told him I did.WHY am I in so much pain if you gave me them, he yells. Up I get and go get him two more. ( I keep the 3 a.m. pain pills on my nightstand, just so I won't have to get up and out of bed. ) The visiting nurse told me that his orders are for Tylenol 325 mg between pain meds, but hubby says they can stick them up their ass as they don't do a fucking thing to HELP HIS PAIN.
He has to struggle to rise ( always ) and it takes some time with him making constand audible grunts and groans ( sometimes I think he doesn't even know he is doing it ) and the bed wiggles and shakes. Okay...I know he has medical problems, LOTS! He sits on the throne and sits and sits moaning and groaning as he usually does. Sometimes he uses a flashlight to check to see if the urine flow has stopped as he can't tell. I laid there hoping to get some more sleep after he got back in bed and I HEAR ...The crinkling noise of the fucking dog cookie package and lift my body to turn and observe what I think I am going to observe.
I gave hubby a look that could kill as I jumped out of bed saying "you have to be fucking shitting me."
"What", he says . Looking for all the world like it's the NORMAL thing to do at 5 a.m.
Ginger was getting excited...tail wagging. The other two dogs were at the other end of the house still asleep. One of them pissed on my bedroom RAG/rug during the night and I'm drying to sop that up , all the while speaking my mind as to what the hell he was doing at that hour. ( Lady has been in here to be let out twice since I began typing and now she just entered our room checking to see if hubby is awake.) I swear....these dogs line up and keep staring up at him on the bed waiting to see a sign of life out of him ( which gets them eager ) every time they see a movement out of him. It's like vultures waiting for some poor thing to die. sighhhhh
Where was I??? Hubby is yelling at me to go to back to sleep, telling me that I can take naps like he does any time I want to. HUH! I tried to fall back to sleep...I really did. Then a headache reared it's ugly head.
Up I got and opened up my nightstand to retrieve Excedrin Migraine, made my way to the kitchen for a cup of water and made me some COFFEE and.....HERE I SIT!
Hubby woke once and blurted out, " I thought you wanted to sleep!" Then fell back to sleep instantly.
It's now 7:20 a.m. and the muscles in the right side of my neck are so tense I have some serious burning and shooting pain there.
I'm on my second cup of coffee.
IS THIS HELL?????
Some months back I toyed with the idea of taking off when I was in a HUFF to a motel to get SOME SLEEP and bought myself an overnight bag.
That's NOT ME! While the idea sounded good at the time...it's JUST NOT ME!
Every single thing that I ran from would still be here upon my return. Besides...IT'S JUST NOT ME!
The bedroom ....is still not occupyable. Son Randy worked for hours yesterday hooking heat pipes up to that room under the house ( in the crawl space ). Dirty efffin job. Cleared all his tools out of that room. Stored the Coleman boat under that room as well as put the siding we can't use yet under there as well to keep it good UNTIL?????
Jill just woke to pee.7:32 a.m.
Butch hired a friend to put a new rubber roof over that room ( my Christmas gift) I bought all the new materials to the tune of more than another grand to have that roof done right. Sometime around 10 a.m. the NEW/OLD roof of 2 months will be torn off ( particle board and all ) and the CORRECT wood that should have been under that rubber roof will be put up there. Butch and Randy are helping to do the work. Randy is picking up the materials and Butch is gathering his tools needed to do this work early this morning. Yesterday the two of them got into it over the weather required to lay a rubber roof. Randy says NAY. Butch says YAY to today.
Oh... did I mention that Randy took the bathroom door off to paint some areas unreachable when it was on it's hinges....JUST AS I NEEDED TO SHOWER to go to the chiropractor. yeah...that was FUN. NOT! He aims a fan at the wet paint to dry it faster....hubby decides he needs to walk to the kitchen sink to excercise and the fan is in his way. It made for an interesting morning. I shit you not!
UT OH! I hear heavy rain on the roof.
Where does this leave the work to be done this morning? Rain, rain, go away!
My doll crib rails have dried out and dropped out of the holes they belong in. :0( Once hubby was good at repairs and could fix just about anything. Now...he can't see to good to do any repairs sitting down and BIG repairs are out of the question. Last night before Randy left I asked him if he would fix it and he said he would take it home with him tonight and do it. :0)
Tracie gave me this old doll crib of hers that was up in her parent's attic and the doll my sister made me before she died, fits in it so well. It's just a doll and crib to some people, but to me.........something visual and tangible of my sister's labor of love for me.
Jill just put Cash out to pee and is making herself her tea.
Hubby is moaning and MOANING in his sleep. sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
7:54 a.m. Hubby has moaned and groaned himself awake and is struggling to rise and get .....he made it...hear the sound of pee.
I gave up on emptying his potty everytime he peed during the night and have learned to block the smell of urine out.
Things are such at upheavel and I can't see THE END of it any time soon.
7:57 the phone just rang and Jill answered it. WHO? WHOM?
Randy seeing if anyone was there yet to start the job. Ended his call with ...if anyone shows up, call me and let me know.
Jill called and woke him up at nine to tell him that Butch was here. sighhhhhhhhhhhh Then Butchie's friend showed up. It's been decided that they will return after eleven when the rain is suppose to end. hmmmmmmmmmmmmm 9:56 a.m. and from the sounds on my bedroom roof...the rain isn't letting up anytime soon. :0(
I've been moving things from Point A to Point B. Getting nowhere fast. :0( Opened the livingroom coat closet to put cans of paint, etc. in there. Felt the URGE to get them up off my diningroom floor and out of sight...BUT NOT out of mind! Opened said door and whoaaaaaaaaa ...looks like Gil has moved in. Clothes on hangers all across the closet. Knew he had 2 suitcases of clothes in my livingroom. So much for getting Jill's clothes out of my closet as I had hoped. I'm throwing in THE TOWEL! We have a full storage tub of baby clothes and things in the parlor for when Jill watches the baby. Where we are putting them??? I have no idea.
STUFF,STUFF and MORE SHIT! Mentally it's wearing me out. I shit you not!
Yeah....I know. REMIND ME... Family is what it's all about. Yeah, right!
I love my family, I love my family.... I do, I do.
Imagine that! I just looked at our bed ( that I haven't been in sice 5 a.m. and the covers on hubby's side are pushed to where I'd be laying. How did that happen? Yeah....hubby says it beats him too.
He gives me such a fucking argument about me stealing his covers and all I get now in regards to how that happened is a soft spoken...I don't know and he goes back to reading the newspaper. I'd like to slap him up against the head with it. ;0)
The Magic Hour of eleven a.m. is just about upon me. The rain has stopped for now.
Moi BAD! I thought Butch was paying the $250 to his friend. NOT! His labor is MY GIFT. Do I give a shit! Hell NO!
Maybe I'll be cute and put a receipt by his plate when Jill makes a meal he shares in . ( Which is often ) Wonder when he last made out and puchased a grocery order. YEAH! MOI make a FUNNY HA HA.
Son Terry calls from Kingston,NH wishing us a Happy New Year and asking me how I make Shrimp Scampi. ONE of the steps I do is....beat a few eggs and on a plate mix bread crumbs with lots of basil , bread the shrimp and fry it lightly in olive oil. I hear Nancy yelling from another room, "does your mother keep the olive oil in the fridge?" I don't. Right or wrong, I DON'T! Same with canola, vegetable and any other type of oil. He is telling her that in Italy they didn't even have refrigeration until ten or twenty years ago. AHEM
I'm hoping...he was just joking.
I'm exhausted. If I were to lay down, I bet I'd have no probem sleeping through the RACKET that is about to occur. I shit you not!
No sounds coming from up on my roof at 11:42 a.m. WTF!
Think I'll take my B/P and decide if I should lay done to die...or just lay down.
That's All Folks! OOPSIE this didn't post yesterday. :0(
