Oh come all ye useless

The night was short but so is my temper this morning.

And then some.

Son#2 is a tough cookie and enjoys squealing like a slaughtered pig (I kid you not).

I lay awake worrying about my blood tests and the husband's and Son#2's conflict.

My thoughts are dark today, and that's okay.

We'll put up the Christmas tree with the boys later.

I made wreaths last night and Son#2 hung them up everywhere.

Another Christmas without my dad.

We miss him horribly, terribly so.

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C'est Le Weekend: The ties that bind us

I went for the damn blood tests this morning, seeing as my fever was spiking again at 39,6 degrees.

Son#3 and I then went to a café to drink coffee, but that was cut short due to his damn stomach bug.

Home, Son#2 also succumbed.

I'm now officially sick of sickness.

Results for the blood tests on Tuesday.

 

The good news is that I passed all my exams, and my average is high enough to continue with additional courses.

Relief!

 

 

Meanwhile, I need a time-out from kids and their tantrums, especially Son#2's combustant mood swings and his conflict with the husband.

Sigh.

And my desperation for a different job is getting to me.

Tuesday, when I've decided to go to work to organize all the backlog, is looming and getting closer and the thought of being there depresses me no end.

Oy.

 

 



The sheep has been shorn

I hardly recognize Son#3.

I miss my cherubic little devil with his golden curls.

What have I done??? 

My babe is gone.

Sigh.

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Burst

Son#3, a bit volatile this morning, and I are home this morning.
It's almost noon and I have yet to put the poor kid into normal clothes and pack away his pajamas.
I've been paying bills (barf barf) and sipping a dwindling supply of coffee.

All the rain of the morning has dissipated and outside there are blue skies with a wee bit of wind.
This afternoon all three sons of anarchy are going to the hairdresser.
Son#2's glasses broke - AGAIN - and I'm afraid I'll have to buy an entire new pair.
Good grief.


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Mr Stomach Bug

All 3 boys have been shipped to school, regardless of stomach bug status.

Son#2 came home for lunch yesterday, also affected, as was Son#1 by evening.

I sat alone this morning, eating carrot cake that I baked with #2 and #3 yesterday (they bake, I eat), and watched talkshows and teleshopping channels.

Sad but lovely.

But I don't know what 'resting' means anymore.

The husband hovers at home, working upstairs.

I'm going back to work next week, I think, regardless of my fever.

Teaching doesn't allow illness: all my classes are simply postponed - not cancelled or taught by anyone else.

Sigh.

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When your children are sick

Son#3 is really, really not feeling well.

We spent the night together in his tiny toddler bed, getting up every ten minutes or so to run to the bathroom.

The dreaded stomach bug has reaped its third victim.

I finally fell asleep at 4 a.m.

 

 

The sun is shining today, and I'm lying in bed with my last child, watching cartoons.

I wish I could stay home every day.

I'd make a most excellent housewife.

Ha!

 

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The good, the bad and the ugly

Felled by Stomach Flu.

Oi vey.

The week and weekend took a different route.

My GP laughed when I told her about the stomach bug.

I'm picking up any and every bug that floats around.

But the good news:

I got 82% for my first exam.

The other two won't be that high.

It doesn't matter.

I tried.


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I went to hell

And actually survived it.

Son 3's daycare had a Sinterklaas party, and Son#2, still a believer, could tag along.
When we came home, Son#3 threw the Mother of all Tantrums.
Kicking, hitting, screaming, scratching.
He even continued this morning.
Conclusive thoughts on Sinterklaas:  He is bad for family finances and relations.

I had to leave Son#1 home with the husband, but after an entire morning at school in conflict with his teachers, he was bawling his eyes out by lunchtime and refusing to go back.

I phoned his teacher and told her he was staying home, but she wasn't too happy about that.

He's still just a kid.

My fever continues, slightly lower, but fever nonetheless.

Almost Copenhagen.

Or is it Kopenhagen?

What would a Dane say?

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List of wishes

It's not a long list.

Oil paints.

Paper for abovementioned oil paints.

A return ticket by train to Amsterdam on a Saturday so I may visit a friend and drink expensive, overpriced Starbuckses (plural).

A morning (or longer) to see my friend Elma.

Time to use said oil paints and paper.

Time to study.

A date with the husband.

An outing with the boys with fun and no tantrums (be it adult or child).

My mother.

And a new job.

Come on, Universe.

Make it happen.

I please easily.

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Decisions, decisions

Mmmmmmm.

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