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To say that my trip home was a blast would be one of those understatements I am so fond of. So many laughs and wonderful memories. Enjoy the highlights…I am sure I will have forgotten several by now, but trust me, it was the bomb diggity of trips.
- The fun began when I landed in Dallas. Due to a full flight, they asked if I would check my bag at the plane. I hate doing that, but figured it would be easier to make the connection not hauling two bags. I land in Dallas…no bag. *Facepalm* All that I have with me is my laptop and Kindle. I can’t wear either of those. Head to the “lost baggage you are screwed” office. Mom is calling. She has to go to the ladies room, am I coming soon? Um, go because I have to fill out a claim. Two seconds after she leaves the airport to find a ladies room (she is disabled and was just waiting in the car for me to arrive) they discover my bag. Apparently it caught an earlier flight. Immediately text Mom…gone baby gone. It is FREEZING and I am outside for almost a half an hour waiting for her to get back. All I can envision is when she picked up my brother and kept passing him because she didn’t see him. Thankfully I was prepared and literally jumped in front of her car when she drove up.
- Apparently she had mixed up some meds and had mistakenly taken a diuretic. We had a three hour drive to Shreveport. At one point she tells me that if she doesn’t pull over and find a gas station, it is going to be an even longer ride. The problem? Her walker is in the trunk. I am trying to jump out of the car before she has even stopped to get the walker as quickly as possible. At some point, I lose my shoe and am now down a shoe and FREEZING all while trying to get this monstrosity of a walker out and to her asap. She made it, but I about died laughing.
- I am starving and want something very specific. Every time we happen to pass the restaurant chain, it is on the opposite side of the highway and I don’t want to inconvenience her. It becomes my standard line “Mom won’t feed me and I am starving.”
- We finally get to the hotel. I have my luggage, Mom’s luggage, her walker, and I think the kitchen sink to carry up. I refuse to make two trips because I am FREEZING. We get to the room (my day started at 4 am) around 7. Crazy woman wants to hit the casino. Seriously?? We made it back to the room at 4 am. I won over a hundred bucks, so I forgave her that.
- However, trying to get to the casino, which was literally across the parking lot, took us twenty minutes. My mother couldn’t find the exit of the hotel we had just entered so we drove around the building at least twice. I was laughing far too much to point out the very obvious entrance/exit sign to her.
- I finally ate something. I don’t even remember what at this point. I had gambled my allotted twenty bucks and was ready to go. Mom was so not ready so kept throwing money at me to keep me busy. It worked. I didn’t bug her until my head was ready to explode and I begged for sleep.
- I planned on sleeping late, but the breakfast buffet was calling Mom’s name. At 8, she quite loudly asked me “ARE YOU AWAKE???” Well, I was at that point. Down I go to get us breakfast and thankfully, back to bed.
- At 11 I was up again to go see Whitney and the babies. They weren’t coming down until the following day. This is a drive I have made numerous times. How I managed to get completely lost while using my GPS is beyond me, but I was beyond lost. I finally made it after more than an hour. Spent some time with my mini me and her mini me’s and then headed back. I got lost AGAIN. This time my phone was beyond dead so I didn’t even have the option of using my GPS. It took me almost two hours (for a typical 45 min. drive) and I still can’t tell you have the heck I found the hotel. I think I just prayed my way back.
- Once again, crazy lady had me at the casino all night. I won a bit more, so yet again, I was okay with that. We slept in the following day (after a quick run to the buffet of course) and didn’t get up until the kids called to say they were on the way.
- They arrived and we spend the afternoon in the hotel. We were all tired and just spent the night catching up. Lots of laughter ensued. Poor Paisley was sick which led us to our next adventure.
- First, Mom sent us for dinner at Fuddruckers. It was Whitney, myself, B and P. Collin had gone over to the casino for a bit of gambling. I had to order enough food for seven of us. Collin had parked WAY WAY out thinking we were going to get him before we left. The original plan was for him to gamble while the food was getting ready. Whit decided he deserved some free time, so decided to just go back without him. The two of us hauling all that food, a toddler, and a baby was quite the scene, but we did it.
- Garrett and Brittany arrive just a bit later with Hayven. We all chill, eat, and Garrett goes to meet Collin at the casino. The girls and the babies are just chilling and laughing in the room.
- When the guys get back, they head off to their room and we climb into bed. Whitney text me asking if we can run to the store for Miss P some medicine. Off we go. B was sleeping so he stayed with Collin. P came with us. We get to the grocery store minutes before they close. We are running through picking up what we need. Turn the corner and there is Brittany doing the same thing. Thank goodness. Garrett is in the car with Hayven. We all head out together…Whit can’t find the keys. O.M.G.
- Yep, the keys are locked in the rental car. We try everything short of busting out the windows before it is decided that we will take Britt, Whit, and the kids back to the hotel and Garrett and I will come back and wait for the locksmith. An hour later, we finally have the keys and are on our way back to the hotel.
- Saturday is girls shopping day. We head out with just P. The boys are spending the day with B and Hayven. We had a blast shopping and caught up with the boys at some point. Our day quickly turned into a “where the hell did the men go?” at Bass Pro Shop, but it was still a ton of fun.
- Our next plan was to hit up for some food. Suddenly Mom calls and she got us dinner at the casino comped, but we have to be there rightnow. Ugh…we haul ass and get there in time, but the guys had just eaten. Not our best plan, but doable.
- We watched Havyen for a bit while Garrett and Brittany went out for some adult time. That was a lot of fun. He is such a sweetie.
- Sunday was travel day. We said our goodbyes and headed our separate ways. The three hour drive turned into a six hour nightmare. We hit the winter weather about halfway home. At four I was starting to stress if I was going to make the flight. When we hit the town my mom lives in, she suggested I call a car service.
- We ended up driving for twenty minutes to meet up with him and he ended up driving me to the airport. That was such a joy. I made it at 5:30, stood in line at the security for almost half an hour, and hauled ass to my gate to discover the flight was delayed an hour. No biggie except my connection in Austin is on time. Yikes.
- Austin ended up holding the plane so I made it and the flight out was only delayed about ten minutes which put me home at almost the exact scheduled time.
There was a ton more laughs, but I keep losing my train of thought. I can’t wait to do it again in August.
I just haven’t had much to write about as of late. I am gearing up for my quick trip back home and am beyond excited. I am still trying to figure out how to hide Caleb and Emily in my luggage. I already miss my babies and the thought of no hugs and kisses from them for five whole days just kills me. I am going to have to call every single night just to say and hear “Night Princess Puterhead…love you. Night Mama, love you toooooooo.” Caleb is all manly, but he still mumbles it for me every night along with the multiple times a day question “who is the best?” to which they each declare “ME”. They are the best.
I know those five days with Daddy are going to be full of fun, but Mommy is more than a little worried. Will he remember what time they get out of school? Will he put Em in something that she hasn’t worn in two years? What in the world will her hair look like? Caleb is good. He dresses himself and what not, but poor Em. LOL. Would it be wrong to lay out her clothes for the two days of school I am missing?
The day after I get home, Beauty Queen will be turning SEVEN. I can’t believe she will be seven. She has come so far in such a short time. I need to order her cake before I leave. I’m totally not sure what we are going to go with this year, but I should really start thinking about it.
Running is going well. I’m still slow as a turtle in molasses, but I’m running. I’m hoping the hotel has some sort of work out area so I can keep up with things. I do know they have an indoor pool, so if I end up “swimming” my run, so be it. The point is to remain active.
Last night around 2, Emily tapped me on the shoulder. This is her way of waking me up. I look over at her and she points behind her. There is Caleb and Bella hogging her bed. She points to my bed, crawls over me, lays her head in my lap, and passes back out. It was hilarious. She is used to Bella infringing on her space, but apparently Caleb AND Bella were just too much. I never mind sleeping with my beauty queen, so both of us got a great rest of the night sleep.
I seriously sleep far more soundly when she is snuggled up in my arms. Too bad most days she thinks that is just lame. Oh well, I will take it when I can get it.
On another note, I found out yesterday that the bully that has threatened Caleb for a year now, FINALLY was forced to move. Apparently the last incident with the police earned them their 60 day notice which was up this week. If the mom had ever done one thing to try and control her child, this could have been very different, but she was useless. I have never been more happy to see someone move. For both Caleb and myself, it feels like this weight has been lifted. He can go outside and play without fear.
I have also learned that his partner in crime will be moving in March. I had nothing to do with that one. He lives with his grandmother and she has just finished the adoption process so he now needs his own room. When they first moved in, they took a two bedroom because the hope was he could go back with his mom. Unfortunately, that didn’t work out, so under the adoption rule, he has to have a separate bedroom. No three bedrooms were opened up for them here, so they are moving. I liked the grandmother, but the boy was a terror when put with the other.
Two problems out of the complex and here is hoping no new ones move in.
Emily and Caleb had their day at the Book Fair today. This was Em’s first one. She was hilarious. “OMG Mommy…BOOKS!!!” Girlie loves her books. She ended up with six at last count. She got four on her class time slot and two more when Caleb’s class time came up. I had given them each X amount to spend, so her first go around she still had money. They were doing everything buy one get one free which was fabulous. I love supporting the school in this way and also stocking up our bookshelves. Caleb got a few books that were a grade or two above on his teachers suggestion. He is reading at that level and she wants to challenge him. He likes reading, but it has to be a book that will hold his attention. We are trying to find a series he can enjoy.
Yesterday was the man’s birthday. I made salmon for dinner per his request. I swear, if one more person uttered the words “Ange cooked???” I was going to scream. YES, I COOK. I am actually a pretty damn good cook. I just hate to do it. I have said it before and I will say it again; there is a huge difference between not being able to cook and not liking to cook. Sheesh.
Liz handled the cake. She volunteered and it was one less thing I had to worry about. It was all quite delish. Emily even ate the salmon. I love that she is willing to try new foods now. Liz gave her some green beans and her response was “No thank you, they gross.”, but hey…she ate the salmon.
It is almost time for the beauty queen to go night night. I am ready to wind down for the evening. Caleb is spending the night at his friend C’s house. I am pleased to say things seem to be much more settled there. I have finally met his mom, she is a sweetheart, and I think they are doing all they can to find their ways. It can’t be easy for any of them, but she is very nice and adores Caleb. Living that life myself for a few years, I can understand that there are times life just overwhelms and the best you can do is pick yourself up and keep trying.
C obviously cares a great deal for his mother, as she does him. I am feeling much better about the situation, but will continue to keep a watch in case something happens that might upset Caleb. She is hoping to take them to the skate park in the morning. Caleb will be thrilled to have C with him and once she signs his waiver, C can go when the man takes Caleb.
I am hoping to sleep in tomorrow, but knowing me, it will be another 4 am wake up. I hate that internal alarm clock my body insist on listening to. It is the weekend, let me sleep. It is working out great for my SB’s though. I have banked 375 since the first of the year. I will be hitting another 25 gift card tomorrow to bring my total to 400. Now if I could just stop spending it. My goal was 100 per month to put away for Christmas. I am far above that goal, but I keep finding all these “must haves”. I really must stop. If I keep going at this rate and am actually able to bank the funds, Christmas will be fabulous with no out of pocket expense. I love my free money.
Thus far, the money has gotten Caleb’s birthday taken care of, several new work out pants for me, new phone covers, new ear buds, and birthday presents for the man. All with no money out of my pocket. Now I need to stop and focus on Christmas. No, really. 200 each month from March to November isn’t anything to sneeze at. Eye on the prize Ange. Thanks to my Prime membership, I could even push that back into the first of December and still have it in time.
I think I have rambled on long enough. Night everyone.
Before I board a plane and head home to see my three oldest. Leaving behind Caleb and Emily just about breaks my heart, but it is only for a few days. The day I fly home is actually the day before Emily’s seventh birthday. I can’t believe my baby girl is turning seven. I seriously tear up each time I think about it.
The four day weekend has been nice. I will readily admit I’m ready to get back into a set program tomorrow. Laundry needs to be done, so I’m thinking I will be Jillian’s bitch tomorrow and not run. It is far easier to run with the kids after school anyway, so laundry in the morning, Jillian in the middle of it all, and running after school. Staying on track is the key to this.
I don’t have much to say. I’m kind of in a valley at the moment, but I am ready to start that climb. Sigh…I hear the view from the top is amazing.
Since we moved to this complex, Caleb has had to watch people he has become close friends with, move rather suddenly. It is apartment living. Many stay for six months, maybe a year, and then for one of many reasons, they move on. He has gotten used to the sudden loss of a friend, but until recently, the only kids around here were bullies. I mean “fuck you Caleb’s mom, I don’t give a fuck what you say to me.” kind of bullies. The parents are just as bad. For the most part, Caleb stuck to himself, but each time he went out, the bullies would torture him.The latest was his once very good friend siding with the older boys (the biggest punks I have ever met and with parents that make you want to beg they never be allowed to conceive again) and calling him Gayleb. Oh yes, that would hurt if Caleb hadn’t been raised in a home where same sex partnerships were nothing to get bent out of shape over. It bothers him more that they simply changed his name, not the meaning behind it.
Anway, about a month ago, C moved back into the complex. He was here when we first moved in, but moved away just a few months after we got here. He is an older boy (14 to Caleb’s 9), but they are best friends. He makes sure the other kids leave Caleb alone. Never leaves him outside to fend for himself, etc. He is beyond respectful to everyone in our home. He fits in seamlessly.
Yesterday, while he was hanging here he mentioned once more about his week in the hospital about a month ago. I had never heard why he had to go, so I asked. He was in a psychiatric treatment center to aid him with his depression. It almost broke my heart because this child has had a very different journey through life than any of our kids. His biological father is doing a stint in rehab. His older brother is a good kid, but shows signs of anger issues. His mom is living with a man that seems (from the outside) to genuinely care about the boys. But something is hurting this child.
He spent the day with us yesterday. Caleb had stayed at his home the night before, so they spent the day here. I took them swimming. They helped me get the xbox data transferred, we all went out to lunch, etc. Just a normal day. The man helped dial in his scooter and put some new to him wheels on it. C was going to stay with us last night. I had gone to bed with the boys on the xbox and computer when I heard Caleb crying. I came in and all they would say at that time was that C wanted to go home. He was homesick and just needed to go. I said of course, you do what is best for you. Go home, be safe, and we will see you tomorrow.
I could see it in his eyes. They were simply dead.
After he left, Caleb remained hysterical. Far beyond just having a friend end a sleepover early. I sat down with him and he confessed that he was afraid C was going to go home and hurt himself. C had said very frankly that he wanted life to be over and couldn’t take it anymore.
I had to sit down and teach my nine year old that there are times that people feel that way and the best thing for us to do is simply be here. Remind him that no matter how difficult things might seem, he has a safe place to land. I promised him that I would not let C fall through the cracks. I would treat him just like one of ours and do everything I could to show him that life is worth living. This will be his safe place. No bullshit, no stress…just a house full of crazy people that love each other no matter how much we dislike each other some days.
It took almost an hour to get Caleb calmed down. I made sure to ask if there were any guns in the home that C had access to. He said no, they were all still in their storage unit. It took everything I had not to walk over there and make sure he was thinking clearly, but I knew that wasn’t my place. He has a mom aware of the situation and she is getting him help.
I just want him to realize that we love him and his life has value. He is an incredible kid with a life full of potential. I plan on letting him know that often. And if he needs a place to get away from things…our door is always open. Always. Knock on my door at 2 am…I might look at ya crazy, but I will open the door, make you a bed, and give you the quiet you need to rest and relax. I happen to think you are worth it.
I should know by now to read the signs, but I missed it.
One of the biggest issues with Emily is she has this insane high tolerance for pain. I mean INSANE. The past week with her getting up at the most ridiculous hours of the morning should have clued me in. She was having tummy issues.
Yesterday, it clicked and I realized she needed assistance. She is doing so much better than she was even six months ago, that often we can go a month at a time without me stepping in. It broke my heart yesterday that after finishing the procedure, she went straight to sleep and slept for more than twelve hours. I really need to be more on my game.
She doesn’t complain. She doesn’t act as though she is in pain. She plays just as normally as any other day. My one clue is the lack of sleep. Having her give me hugs and kisses and tell me night night, walk back to her room, and crawl under her covers, and pass out. Sigh…my poor baby. She is feeling much better today.
While having a high tolerance to pain can be a great thing for some people, when you have a child like that, it can be frightening. I have to be aware of other clues and sometimes I miss them. Yesterday was a mommy fail.