This is my life the past 2 days while home sick from work.

I sleep. I get up and drink tea. Hamish yells at me to be let out. Not 2 minutes later Hamish paws desperately at the door to be let in. 10 minutes later, Hamish yells at me to be let out. Not 2 minutes later, Hamish paws desperately....you get the idea.

Throughout this, Arthur yells at me which I am interpreting as "I'm hungry. Feed me. Why are you not in bed right now so that I may lie on your legs, pinning you to the mattress. I'm hungry. Feed me."

They are so flipping high maintenance!


You can feel the desperation and now
THE LOVE.

Hmmm, what a weekend.

It started Friday, picking Jakob & Satchel up from school. Jakob was nearly hysterical, he had lost his beloved bakugan brought for show and tell.

I took the boys upstairs, feeling happy since I had met up with Pat after work and after a semi successful run to Restoration Hardware we went to The Rushton for a drink. Well, Mrs. Davidson was there and needed to talk to me "PRIVATELY".

I did my silent prayer to the great goddess of sobriety that she wouldn't smell any alcohol on my breath, since I'm sure she only drinks cooking sherry and that's only when she's downing her Valium after a long day at school.

She told me that she's having issues with Jakob and his listening skills. That his bakugan had been taken away because he wouldn't stop playing with it and unfortunately it disappeared from her desk. That the principal and vice principal (and as Paul reminded me, scary gym teacher) has also complained to us about his listening and lack of respect.

And now he has also decided to treat a smaller than average student in his class as a pet and pretty much mauls him whenever he's close, and has hurt him by accidentally whacking him in the head a couple of times.

GREAT GREAT GREAT.

We now have a time limit on gaming to see if that helps. The time limit doesn't seem to apply this first weekend because Paul and Jakob are averaging anywhere from 4 to 6 hours A DAY up in the attic which only leaves me bitter.

But starting Monday, our lives will be hell but Jakob should definitely be better at listening and also better be a lot more respectful.

Nice part of the weekend was the date that Paul and I had Saturday night which included the musical We Will Rock You and a drink at the Regal Heights Bistro.

Now while drinking a glass (okay my third) of wine, I am dismantelling the remaining Christmas decorations which leaves me a bit sad so I will post a few pictures in my blog, so that it's like Christmas forever!


My favourite new ornament this year, that became the hostess gift I gave everyone. Two still decorate my dining room light fixture which becomes more glittery all the time. I think I may have to keep these up all year round. Too fabulous to take down.


Okay, why is this picture on it's side?


Every year I give Satchel and Jakob a new ornament, this was for Christmas 2007, so that romantically when they move out and have their first Christmas in their own house (which will never happen because we will celebrate Christmas together FOREVER) they will have a collection of ornaments that mean the world to them and remind them how absolutely fantastic their mother is.



Again, why?

Oh, just shoot me now.

I'm so tired, my throat is sore. Jakob pissed the bed at 2am, more like flooded the bed but thank god not the room. After I stripped him down, cleaned him up and replaced pajamas, stripped the bed and threw everything into the bathtub, sopped up the urine from the thankfully plastic coated mattress, let him climb into our bed, calm him down, distract him from the rant of:

YOU PROMISED YOU WOULD FIX MY BLANKET, BUT YOU HAVEN'T YET, WHY HAVEN'T YOU??!!! Because Jakob, obviously, I'm a bad mother and would rather lounge around reading trashy magazines and eating bon bons.

I just could not get back to sleep. Even with the soothing sounds of Paul snoring.

I hate lice.

I more than hate lice. I despise lice.

And that we have another infestation, 3rd in the past month, is putting me over the edge.

Both kids were sitting at the island, scratching their heads.

We were just about to head out to a birthday party at Jenifer's. Their homework was done, presents were wrapped. Really we were just counting down the minutes until we left - I had even run water in the sink to quickly wash up breakfast dishes.

But I decided to check even though they both cried "DRY SCALP! THAT'S ALL IT IS." One look, many bugs, and nearly 2 hours later they were deloused and showered and I was on my second load of laundry.

Time to breath, something I haven't done since the evening of December 23, because I am fine.

I'm sore, having just had a biopsy, but feel better than I have in weeks.

While walking home yesterday from work, I passed a school. And in the playground there was a little girl counting backwards:

10
9
8
7
6
4
5
6
14
2
1

READY OR NOT, HERE I COME!

I laughed so hard, that is what I love about children.

I'm dragging my sorry butt out of bed, having taken the day off to nurse a headache that just won't go way and I can't think of anything more painful this minute than staring into a computer screen...but here I am!

I went to my GP yesterday and 5 minutes before leaving the office to go to the appointment my oncologist calls, so I tell her I'm off to my GP and will call when I return.

Trudy (my doctor) checks me out and tells me not to say where the lump is, she wants to find it. So after much prodding she finds ANOTHER LUMP. Not the one I'm in complaining about. I wave that one off saying I think it's because I'm MENSTRUATING (ha! sorry all male readers of blog) but here's the one I'm concerned about. Fortunately she doesn't think it's anything to worry about but said

"Because you were so lucky last year, getting caught early, I think you'd better get this one checked out too and get the green stamp by Dr. McCready. And have an MRI sooner than later."

So off I go back to work and call the oncologist's office, and she actually picks up, and now have an appointment on Monday at 3:45.

A belated happy new year to everyone!

I have been half avoiding the blog, trying to decide whether to keep it going. There are still so many loose ends to tie up - the lump that needs to be determined (I am waiting impatiently for the doctor's office to call me back with an appointment, after MANY messages left). I also need to have John come through for the deficiency list - which will probably happen as timely as my appointment with the doctor. Knowing John, he's just waiting for me to have more surgery so that he can disturb my recovery YET AGAIN with his work mates.

So in a round about way, I guess I have answered myself - must keep the drama going.

So, 2008.

I really didn't make a true new year's resolution (outside of trying to wean myself off brain cell killing dribble that includes Britney Spear's life) but did decide to make a list of everything I talk about doing but never get around to. Things like taking a cooking course, taking an illustrator course, taking guitar lessons, planning a trip. It's going to be a pretty long list, because my brain works at a pretty frantic pace - and according to tonight's Brain-age test, the speed of a 20 year old's!

One thing I can check off my list is skating - something I haven't done in over 25 years. I bought a new pair of skates yesterday with the help of a gift certificate from my office and the four of us went this afternoon. I did a lot better than I expected (read DIDN'T FALL ONCE!) and was actually gliding around quite confidently. Still stopping like I used to - running myself into the boards.

I'm also in the process of dismantling my Christmas tree which is making me a bit wistful because I really loved the tree this year - it's size, it's shape, the ornaments. I also am very aware of how fragile life is and want this moment to be suspended for a while where we are all together happy, healthy and content, having enjoyed our dinner out at the local pub last night which resulted in a lot of laughter, pretending to be a family rock band afterwards with Jakob creating the song titles and then skating together this afternoon. I would edit out the lice I found in Jakob's head on Friday though, hate that.

So again, may everyone have the most wonderful 2008 - it's time to take the lights off the tree and get the kids into the bath.