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Wednesday, February 13, 2002

Warning: I've got my PMS hat on (PMS = Poor Me Syndrome).

Do you have any extra time, motivation and energy laying around there? How about some positive attitude? Just a tad? I need some.

Here is the scoop:

I am a single mom. Two kids and three cats.

I work a full time, a M-F 8-5 job.

For the past two months I have been taking two classes at a University located an hour from my home. One class in the evening, one class during work hours. Of course these classes are high maintenance classes - lots of homework, very frequent tests/quizzes.

I'm dead tired. I've got a huge power point presentation due for a class on Thursday, which I haven't even started. I couldn't attend any classes last week because I was on a business trip. Now I'm behind in school. I have a huge test on Monday.. which I have not even considered studying for. I am spending 7 hours a week out of the office for class... I'm getting behind at work. Really behind.

In addition to that, we have girlscouts on Tuesday nights and ballet on Wednesday nights to run to... Oh yeah the girl scout cookies that I spent 2 weeks badgering everyone I know to buy come in tomorrow. I'll be spending every 'spare' minute for the next 2 weeks trying to deliver those puppies. Both of the kids have been sick with that nasty ass flu that has been going around. Of course they didn't have it at the same time... oh no. 7 days for her... skip 5 days.. and 10 days for him.

Oh and did I mention that my best friend is getting married on Valentines day? oh yeah. That's a job in itself. Am I letting her down because I keep pushing my duties onto other people because my plate is too full? You betcha. I'm also extremely disappointed that I haven't been able to do these things for her... I want to do them.

When I obtained my degree... I was working full time and I had a family at home. Sure it was difficult... but my drive was so intense that I never felt like anything else was an option. I guess I figured this would be the same. The only difference I'm seeing is that this time I have no husband to pick up my slack at home.. I have no cheerleader in the background. I guess that one detail is actually a huge element in my success. I totally took that for granted before... and good lord am I missing it now.

I set such high expectations of myself... and I force myself to meet them. But at this point.. I feel like I'm rock climbing with rollerskates on.

12:14 AM - 28 eprops - 15 comments - email it

Saturday, February 09, 2002

I did not watch porn. I swear. I returned from a week long business trip last night. When I arrived back at the office I turned in my hotel bill... in which it showed an $11.99 charge for a 'in room movie". The movie was Shallow Hal. But do they believe me? noooooooo. In the 20 minutes I was in the office yesterday I had no less than 5 people inquire to if I watched the porn alone or with someone I met.

Somehow the rumor of me watching porn is totally believable to the people who know me. I won't deny that I've seen a flick or two over the years... but in all honesty I don't like porn. Porn is made for men by men. They have the most unbelievable plots, the corniest lines and to top it all off they have the ugliest men on camera. I think they only hire ugly guys because it allows the men watching the movie to feel more superior. I dunno. But they are not for me. Hell I get hotter watching a steamy scene of a good chick flick.

12:27 PM - 14 eprops - 7 comments - email it

Tuesday, January 29, 2002

Not only are the days getting shorter.. so am I. I went to the doctor today and rather than just trust me when I said "I'm 5'7" she wanted to measure for herself. "Hmmm looks to me that you are 66.5". " she responded. "Measure it again" I insist. "I have been 67" since the age of 12. I think I know how tall I am." She measured it again. Hmmm still came up a half inch short. Assuming she must not be doing it right.. or it's not aligned right.. I just dismissed it as a fluke. That is until I got home. I measured myself twice. Where the hell did that half of an inch go? My Mama has been 5'8 most of my life and has, in the last few years, shrunk down to a 5'6. But she's like grandma age.. I'm still nearly a baby. Well.. not a baby.. but certainly not of the shrinking age.

11:03 PM - 14 eprops - 7 comments - email it

Saturday, January 19, 2002

Don't drink and Xanga. Aww such wonderful advice.. but screw it. I'm throwing caution to the wind and running with it.

What an incredible day today. No shit. It's been fantastic.

The day started with my lazy ass hitting snooze two too many times. I was getting out of the shower about the same time I am normally scrapping the windshield. But hell, it's Friday. What the hell do I care. This is what Maxi-Flex was invented for.

So I call my bestest buddy (whom I happen to work with) and tell her that I'm running a half hour behind schedule. I ask "ya hungry?" So I pick the girl up at the office and she and I spend the next hour feeding our faces at the Waffle Wagon.

The moment we arrive at the office... one hour after my normal start time... I check my voice mail to hear the principal of my son's school advising me that my son has been suspended for fighting. Apparently he is sitting in the lobby waiting for me to pick him up. Yeah. After calling the man back and getting the scoop I decide that not only am I not angry with my son, I feel like taking him out for icecream. He punched a kid in the nose.. but the kid was teasing a smaller kid about pee'ing the bed. My son got upset when he saw that this bully nearly had this other kid in tears. Standing up for the little guys. I couldn't be prouder.

This is his first (and with any luck, his last) suspension and first fist fight (if that's what you want to call one punch each). Anyway.. he's not in trouble. I told him this was a 'freebie.. kind of like a deferred sentence.. if you get in trouble again before school gets out I'll come down twice as hard on ya."

After returning to the office I finished a project that I have been dreading working on.. a week ahead of the deadline. Two very wonderful pieces of good news later and I was feeling like I was on cloud 9. By 4pm I was hauled off to the bar by my coworkers to celebrate my 30th birthday. Today is not my birthday, it's Sunday... but they decided to surprise me with a party at the bar today. Hell they even arranged for someone I trust to get my kids after school and keep them until noon tomorrow.

And now it's nearly midnight. The cab has brought my very buzzed body home. Hell I accidentally handed the cab driver two $20s instead of one and he handed one back to me. Ya got to love honest people. My car is parked... hmmm at the office I suppose. Now I will lie my head down in bed and thank the heavens for such a wonderful day.

1:36 AM - 22 eprops - 13 comments - email it

Thursday, January 10, 2002

Tonight I had one of life's little moments. One of those little pieces of heaven that make everything else seem ok.

My little moment: Today I replaced my bedroom TV. Well, actually I got my very first bedroom TV. During one of my son's 'grounding periods I removed his TV from his room and put it in mine. I had a TV in my room for 3 months. Never had one nor ever wanted one in there before. He got his TV back just after Thanksgiving and I've been missing it. So today I purchased one for myself. I also bought myself a new nightgown. Buying something for myself is a rarity. This is a special day indeed.

Tonight long after the kids went to bed I took my new TV out of the box and plugged the cable in. I immediately put it on HBO to watch one of my utmost favorite shows: Sex and the City.

Reality sneaks in to my moment: As I crawled into bed I noticed my daughter under the comforter. Damn she snuck in and fell asleep! I would never allow the kids to watch this show (major adult content)... but she was asleep so I crept quietly into bed and turned the volume down.

At the end of the episode a voice from under the bed said "They showed his penis! Dad would never let me watch this show!". Ah ha my son snuck into my room as well. I didn't check 'his spot'. Unfortunately he was not asleep. He saw the entire show. Shit. No sooner than I could open my mouth to yell at him I felt a warm wet sensation seeping through my brand new nightgown. My daughter had pee'd the bed. Not just any bed, MY bed.

The moment is dead: The TV is turned off. My daughter has been hosed off and put in her own bed. My son, now in his own room, is still listening to his headphones loud enough that I can hear it in the next room. My new nightgown is in the laundry.

However, I am smiling. Why am I smiling? Well because I had a huge internal debate to whether I wanted a new TV or a new king size down comforter and sheet set for my bed. Hooray for good decisions.

1:06 AM - 28 eprops - 14 comments - email it

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