Around 6:45 am – conversation with my nine year old:
Son: Hey mom, you know what (insert bully’s name here) told me?
Me: What sweetie? (Don’t really why to hear about bully.)
Son: His dad dropped him off at his grandmas one day, told him he would be back in the night, and never came back.
Me: Ahhhh! Poor kid!
Son: You know what mom? Me: What sweetie? Son: I am a lucky kid. (w/a huge smile beaming from ear to ear)
Me: Oh, yes sweetie, you are. You have two parents who love you more than anything in the world. (By this point, I get all teary-eyed.)
Son: Are you going to cry? You better not!
Yes, my son knows me!
About 7:40 – The girl at the gas station, after the daycare drop (I actually kept my mouth shut during that drop.): Girl: You have your fuel card? Me: On my keychain – here it is. Wow, every place you go has these! ToysRUS has them now too! Girl: Really? Me: Yeah, I get the seventh box of diapers for free! The girl, perky and about age 18, stayed quiet. By that point I felt really old.
About 7:50 am. The drive to work – a call to my husband who works nightshift: Me: Hey honey, don’t forget to drop off the key for the back door to our tenant. Hubby : Ah, huh… Me: Did you forget? Hubby: Kind of… Me: Well you need to drop them off? Hubby: Ah huh? Me: You better drop them off! Hubby: Or what? Me: I don’t know! No sex for a week! Hubby: I will drop them off. Apparently, my husband forget that we only have sex once a week, since he works nights and I work days and we never see each other, and the new week (for flipping the mattress as I call it) just started.
About 8:00a.m. –Driving to work and listening to the radio – Mantel in the Morning on WGAR. The morning show crew is making fun of Mantel saying that he is going through a mid-life crisis because he recently started driving a coup so they call Mantel’s wife who says that he went through a mid-life “moment” after kids went off to college when he bought a motorcycle. Jim Mantel: I went through a mid-life crisis without knowing it! Me: HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! I love you Jim! You are the best! You always make my day! (Still laughing hysterically and I am sure anyone on the road who saw me must thought I was insane.)
About 8:30 on the elevator going up to my office. I see Goofy Steve (GS) – one of the attorneys I work for: Goofy Steve: You have looking pretty rested these days; baby must be sleeping well at night. Me: Baby’s been sleeping well at night for weeks. It is the drugs – they are finally working. Not another word came out of Steve.
The truth is that GS does not know I have RA, Fibromyalgia and spinal arthritis along with all the other crazy conditions that go with these diseases so it should leave him guessing what drugs I am and for what.
Sometimes, I say I hate my life, but I only say that because I am exhausted. The truth is I have a great life filled with amazing and crazy moments. If my life was sitcom – I guarantee you would watch it.