Were You Wondering If the Tarantula Killed Me?

Wow, it’s been a busy week!  We had Molly’s animal party that I was dreading, but it actually turned out quite well.  And to our knowledge, none of the creepy critters stowed away in our house.  My complete trust tells me that they took every measure to ensure that each creature was returned safely to the pet store.  Well, that and the surprise headcount that I may have done down at the store the next day.  There’s trust, and then there’s just plain common sense.  I will write up a post this week to tell you all about the party.  I know many of you have been unable to continue about your daily activities as you waited for a report, so I promise to get on that so you don’t get fired for being distracted.  Because Lord knows I can’t afford to hire any of you!

Up next was Valentine’s Day.  This may make me unpopular, but I loathe Valentine’s Day.  This may stem from Nerdguy calling it VD day, but I can’t be sure.  We’ll explore these feelings this week too.  Prepare a couch and set your timer, because I have issues to work through.  Oh, and I won’t be paying you for that either.
On Friday, the family member who I have written quite a bit about went back into the hospital, so it has been an emotional and busy weekend.  We are so glad that we got her in there before a fifth suicide attempt, and we really hope that the doctors can do something to stop this horrible cycle.
Saturday I had a workshop that was super inspiring.  It was at a beautiful old building in Hamilton, which was right next door to the house my great-grandparents lived in, so it was neat being back in that area.  It is where my great-grandmother raised my grandma and her twin sisters by herself.  I can’t even imagine how strong she was to do that 100 years ago!

Sunday I visited my relative in the hospital, and then went to her place to gather more of her belongings.  It was supposed to be a quick gathering.  But I couldn’t resist.  A quiet house with NO fighting children or stains on the carpet.  A place where I didn’t have to cook anything for anyone or follow up on any questionable odors.  I had to stay awhile.  I put the TV on because it was too quiet.  I started with the news but it was scarier than silence.  So I landed on TLC.  By the time I realized what show was on, it was too late.  I’d been sucked in.
It was Honey Boo Boo.  This was my first time seeing an episode, and I was torn between shock, outrage, and disgust, and also wondering if I would seem like the mother if I were filmed on a regular day at home.  One thing I do know for damn sure is that I would not be caught dead wearing red footie pajamas on television.  I think even her baby was scarred for life seeing that!
I would like to say it got better from there.  I would like to.  But I can’t.  I watched Gypsy Sisters.  I’m not proud of myself.  I sat there for so long that I started to worry that I had a My Strange Addiction to TLC.  But it was nice to mentally check out for a bit, and you sure walk away from that channel feeling better about your life choices!
Yesterday was Family Day in Ontario.  I was feeling like a bad mother for not planning a big outing for the family.  It’s hard to find anything that we can all do, between Molly’s distaste for crowds, Maggie’s distaste for staying with us or sitting still, and Nerdguy’s inability to stand without pain.  So it worked out really well that Grace woke up not feeling well (for us…not so much for her).  In the blink of an eye I went from being a lazy mother who doesn’t know how to have fun, to being a smart and forward-thinking mother who knows how to nurture her sick child by letting her have down-time.  We all chilled at home as a family.  Like God…and former Premier McGinty…intended.  Outsmarted you this time Murphy!

The kids doing what all families do on Family Day…watch reruns of the Santa Claus Parade.

I went for a chilly walk last night with my bff, and we heard an owl hooting from the tree.  I was super excited after having just read that hearing an owl hoot can mean impending death.  That’s probably just a superstition.

Still…I won’t be inviting any more tarantulas or snakes over just to be sure.


Comments

  1. says

    Greetings Fellow Canadian.

    No, don’t hit the “spam button”, you haven’t won 1,678,905,345,214. Well, at least not from me.

    I just stumbled upon your blog and like what I read.

    I’m not funny either (actually, I think that I am but I’m going to take a chapter from your book and say I’m not. Then, when they least expect it.. WHAM, I’ll hit em’ over the head with it, more subtle that way).

    Sorry to read that Autism Month has you down. Unfortunately, I’m part of the November Preemie Month and Everyday Lost a Child Club so I’m not jumping on any bandwagons either.

    Hope May arrives quickly… I’m really looking forward to planting my garden.

    I’ll be around. New follower via GFC (Journeys of The Zoo). I hope that you’ll stop by The Zoo but not for a laugh. No funny business around here.

    Besos, Sarah
    Blogger at Journeys of The Zoo
    Finding Humour in Everyday Life
    http://www.journeysofthezoo.com
    journeysofthezoo at hotmail dot com

    • says

      Hi Sarah…nice to meet you! I stopped by your site, and I will comment over there so you see it. I am sorry that you are part of the November club. But I am glad that you have a sense of humour…it is necessary in tough times.

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