Wow, yesterday was so hectic I completely forgot about blogging and fell into bed last night. I dreamed some wacky stuff.
In my dream, I was somewhere near the Pentagon, and I was having stomach surgery. My friend Kate was the surgeon. Kate is not a surgeon but she said she'd been reading up on it and felt sure she could handle it. Then Simon Cowell showed up. I didn't want him saying mean things about Kate's surgery technique. Alesia was there telling everyone they were crazy.
They say your dreams reflect your subconscious. Mine must be a real funhouse of neuroses.
Yesterday morning started the stress day.
Mother gets her prescriptions via a mail order service [she takes about 6 maintenance prescriptions for blood pressure and asthma] and she told me over the weekend she was out of blood pressure medication. So I had to get on the phone to the doctor, the service, a local pharmacy for an emergency prescription, etc. That killed the entire morning and some of the early afternoon.
Then there was a brief lull before the kids came home.
Alesia came in and I had a look at her progress report, and had to work hard to control my temper. She is doing OK in everything except she is failing Algebra. We talked about that. She is restricted now to no weekday computer usage after school at all, except for school research.
I had to get up early and take her to school so she could talk to her Algebra teacher. I also told her she needs to talk to her Chemistry teacher about pulling that C up to a B. She is capable of making a B in there.
Next, Michael was home and I asked him to cut the grass. I have to help him get the mower started, and it's tricky. So I kept having to run outside and do that, while simultaneously trying to cook dinner. I also got my roses fertilized, and the new flowers we planted Sunday.
It took forever to get Michael started on the grass because he kept wanting to harass his sister. She was harassing him right back, what mother calls "horsing around." Not fighting, but not getting anything useful accomplished either.
I ended up yelling at Michael for wasting time, which I rarely do, but he was getting on my last nerve.
Mother got an allergy attack, bless her heart.
By the time dinner was over I was exhausted and I asked Alesia to clean up. She did, a bit, then started bossing Michael around and telling him he had to help, and I had to intervene.
Next thing I know, I'm having stomach surgery at the Pentagon...
NOTE My mother did an excellent post on her blog - check it out!
