Friday, July 28, 2006

Doing Time on Parkwood Drive

Ever have those days where from the second you wake up, everything already sucks?

Yesterday was one of those days. Currently, we are having a hellacious time getting Bellamy to go to bed on her own and sleep through the night. Ironic that as soon as Sutt starts sleeping through the night, Belly stops. Oh, the joys of parenthood. So morning came early at 6am, with a hungry, screaming baby, and a pissed off, screaming toddler. And a very grouchy me, because I had forgotten to get the coffee pot ready the night before so that all I had to do was stumble over to the counter and push the "ON" button in order to get my caffeine fix headed in the right direction.

In addition to that, I've lost too much weight and my insulin pump no longer works. I had to find that out the hard way, when everytime I inserted the catheter into my stomach, it would bend, unbeknownst to me, until a couple of hours later when my blood sugar was through the freakin' roof from my body not having any insulin. So it was shots every hour on the hour, plus a few extra, and a call to MiniMed to inquire as to what the hell the problem was. That's how I found out that I'm too thin for the stupid tubes (which I've used for the past 10 years with little difficulty, but hey, I'm currently a bit underweight--not a problem until now) and that I will have to get NEW tubes that go in at an angle so they don't hit muscle or bone and bend. And they won't be here to Monday. So lots more shots are in my future. (They don't bother me except for the inconvenience. It's obnoxious.) And lots more high blood sugars, which make me EVIL.

I was sick. The kids were whiny. Bellamy was demanding pancakes. Sutton was teething. Neither of them would nap. The dog peed in the garage. My ghetto neighbors kept revving their motorcycles. I got bitten by an ant. It was a million degrees outside. Life just kept getting better.

Until about 4pm, when Blaker comes rolling in. With two dozen roses--a dozen pink, and a dozen white (my two favorites--I hate red roses). Why did my husband bring me roses? It was the anniversary of our first kiss. And he remembered (all by himself). He took Bellamy out to play in the yard, managed to get Sutton to take a nap, and left me with a glass of wine and my beautiful flowers.

How could I ever ask for more? Why would I ever want to? Life just keeps getting better.

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