End of an era

So – it’s over.  At 2:45 this afternoon, Jake finished high school.

He left this morning with camera in tow insisting there would be pictures.  I tried all day to text chat him wondering how the day went.  He never responded.  I figured he was mad at me because I reinforced the idea that he ask this girl he has an insane crush on to the movies.  What could he lose?

Finally at 3:00, fifteen minutes after the moment came and went, I called him.

I found out the reason he didn’t text was that his phone was close to dead (and we’re talking on it???) and it was a busy day.  Day went well.  There were some tear inducing moments.  He took 30 pictures.  The school paper misspelled his name and has him going to the wrong college.

And the girl?  Just as he worked the nerve to ask her the alarm went off for a fire drill.  (How sad!)  He thinks he might text her later.

Then he asked if he could hang up and get back to his basketball game.

The ceremony is tomorrow night.  I think it will be a recap of his day…take a few pictures.  Probably a few things misspelled (hopefully not the diploma!).  Maybe a date with the crush girl (not at the ceremony of course).  And a few tear inducing moments (especially for Mama).

Back from the Land of the Dead

I am happy to say I’m back from the dead.  Or at least it felt like I had died.  At least a dozen times.

A week ago yesterday I started the day stressed – alot of drama over The Beast (Jake’s car).  I was pretty much angry at everyone.  But noon, my skin on my neck and scalp started to tingle.  Then it started to burn.  It wasn’t just any burn.  It felt like a legion of fire ants marching under my skin x 10.  The muscles in my neck started to ache.  Then, as I tried to eat my lunch it took two swallows to get my yogurt down.

Thinking I was having an allergic reaction to something (even though I’m not allergic to anything), I made an immediate appointment to see my doctor.  By the time I got to the doctor I could add dizzy to the list of symptoms.  Fortunately it wasn’t an allergic reaction.

It was shingles.

I wouldn’t wish shingles on my worst enemy.

I was given three prescriptions – an antibiotic, meds for chicken pox (which shingles are but the adult version), and prednisone.  I nearly passed out at the store as I waited at the pharmacy for over an hour to get my medication.  Then it was home and off to bed…or at least as close to off to bed as a wife and mother of three gets.  I attempted to go to work the next day and was sent promptly home partially due to fear of catching what I had (I wasn’t contagious) – and partially because I looked something close to death warmed over.

At it’s worst I fought with chills and fever all at the same time.  My muscles ached.  I was constantly tired.  It took three days before I could swallow normal.  And until just a day or two ago it felt as if a low level electric current was running through my muscles.

 My family, who were  some of the causes of my stress, have been angels.  They’ve cooked, they’ve cleaned, they’ve given extra hugs and kisses and cuddles (even when it hurt to cuddle – but it’s the thought that counts!).  The hubby has gotten the car for me, taken chairs to track meets so I can rest and kept the house in line.  He’s been the best.

I still have muscle aches and am unnormally tired.  But it’s nice to feel alive again. 🙂

To my family – my Mother’s Day Wish List

This post is to my famly – to my husband and children who always ask me what I want for Mother’s Day and to whom I always answer “Nothing.  Just to spend the day with you”.

This year…there is a list!  This year I would like one/all of the following…

I am happy with an Kindle.  I don’t need a IPad.  And children – do not pick this one with the idea you can borrow it.  You won’t be. It’s Mine!  Mine!Mine!Mine! 

I miss my IPod in the car.  I love my playlists.  And you can’t find my eclectic combination of Trans Siberian Orchestra/Blondie/Rihanna/Nine Inch Nails altogether on one radio station.

I have five books on my “must buy in the next month” list.  I appreciate a discount.

Of course I will always take my weight in

I will appreciate any gift you give me from a hug to a macaroni necklace.  But in case you would like a hint…

 

Girls Night!

Last night the boys were at a track meet (new personal bests for both!!  Jake threw 129’2″ and Jon shave his 400 low hurdle by a second to a new time of 1:12 – very happy proud mom here!) and Brian had to work.  It left Sissy and I to our own devices.

First we dutifully went to track practice.  I felt bad I had to drag her along.  But then I realized that she has come to love practice.  She was very excited to go.  She even asked that she starts practice throwing the eight pound shot since it makes the six pound shot feel lighter.  That’s my he-girl!

Then…we snuck off to Parlor City for ice cream and funnel cakes to celebrate a great practice, the brosephs (Alex’s term for her brothers) new PRs and well…girls night!

Then we went home to continue the celebration with bowls of maccaroni and cheese, some WWE (yes, we girls love WWE) and a few rounds of…

She beat me twice.  I now understand why her brothers won’t play her anymore.  Chutes and Ladders shark is what she is.

We were glad to see the guys when they got home.  But it was nice to have a night just my girl and me.

The Appliances Are Planning a Revolution

I have been limping by this week with no coffeemaker.  I have been able to make coffee in the espresso maker, but it takes for-ev-er.

This morning I woke up to get the boys out the door for school.  Since we had no “real breakfast” (aka – frozen waffles) in the house I made Jon some toast.  I popped two pieces of bread in the toaster then a plastic bowl with a couple pats of butter into the microwave.  After a second or two I heard a snap and sizzle come from the microwave.  Then another.  Butter shouldn’t make that sound. 

I turned in time to witness the mini fireball in the far back corner of the microwave.

I punched the “stop” button at least a dozen times to turn it off then stared at the door, not sure whether to leave it closed or open it and risk a freak explosion.  I finally opened it and looked inside.  There was no sign of my little light show.  I took out the butter (barely softened) and spread it on Jon’s toast still giving the microwave the evil eye.  After a bit I opened the door and took out the metal rack that comes with it.  When we bought it someone told us we could leave it in there even though I protested it was metal.  I figured it as the first culprit.

The boys have a half day so I am hoping to have a house when I get home since there is half a pizza in the refrigerator and they will want to warm it up.  Between this and the coffee maker I’m starting to believe the appliances are planning a coup against me.  I hope to hold off the revolt before the washer and dryer get involved or I am going to be up a creek…

…without a rock to wash my laundry with.

A Busy Day in Our House

It’s Saturday and I’m up and sitting in a gymnasium.  Alex is back in volleyball and happy as a lark.
Brian and the boys are…guess where??…at a track meet.  Jake throws.  Brian and Jon are helping since it’s our school’s meet.
Then it’s time for our walk.  I am wearing my “Senior Mom” football t-shirt since our throwing t-shirts haven’t arrived (that was a fiasco! ).  At noon we walk across the track for Senior Day.
Along with the day job, publishing my books, track and field, MORE track and field and just being a mom I’m trying to remember to get graduation things done.  It’s not been easy.  Fortunately the surly 18 year old keeps reminding me.  Good thing too…

Angry Teens…ergh…Birds I mean

I’ve lost my middle child.

Angry Birds Space released yesterday.  In my family this is an epic event.  I am proud to say I was the first to download it and play it.  I beat probably twelve levels.

My middle child, Jon (the computer geek/track athlete), spent most of the evening venting that he had to delete things of his ITouch to download it.  Brian (the hubby) jokingly told him it was time to sell the ITouch.  I think it was actually an offer to help him upgrade to one with more memory.  Jon didn’t appreciate his dad’s humor.

 Jon just wanted to play Angry Birds Space.  He’s been talking about the release of this game since he heard about it.  He’s beaten all the previous versions at least ten million times and can tell you where every treasure or bonus is.  He is our personal go to when we can’t beat a level.

He has a slight video game obsession.  We swore for the longest time his Nintendo DS was permanently attached to the end of his arm.  It can’t be true since he was able to switch his DS with his new Nintendo 3DS with ease.  And he can interchange that with the ITouch…and occasionally the Wii…and sometimes his brother’s XBox when Jake isn’t looking.

And when he has a new game to play he gets very irritated if you bother him about trivial things like dinner – or bed – or track practice – or school (gasp!).

So, for the next two weeks I have officially lost my fourteen-year-old.    I look forward to having him back to himself – pleasant, happy – and able to help me beat levels in my own Angry Birds Space game.