October 28, 2008 at 2:32 pm (Friends, Wonder Boy)
A shout out and huge thank you to Jen for the gorgeous scarf she knit and I was lucky to buy from her Etsy shop. She was also kind enough to send along some cute pins for WG and I.
I would love to show you a picture but my camera has disappeared into the vortex formally known as WG’s room. Not that I could round them all up for a picture, as they have been sucked into the same vortex as my camera. So here is the picture of the scarf from Jen’s shop:
Gorgeous right? And sooo warm and toasty.
As I have 2 papers due for tomorrow and a presentation to start for work – due tomorrow as well – I give you some shots of WB, a girl and his roommate. Oh and for those that asked the nicknames are Panda (WB) and Muffin. I have entitled this picture, Asian Muffin:
And the WB with a former girlfriend who is in the same program as he:
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October 27, 2008 at 3:38 pm (Family, Wonder Boy)
Managed to disrupt everyone’s lives by having to go to Boston for 6 days.
Came home to a house that looks like a bomb went off and a desk that I can not see. In an effort to calm the troops, I have resorted to bribery.
WB and his room mate have nominated me for Mother of the Year. I bought both boys these and had them engraved with their nicknames:
And WG is beginning to think that maybe, just maybe I’m not soo bad either. Could be the fact that I am giving up my Saturday evening and my sanity to take her and 3 friends to see….
And the subsequent sleepover didn’t hurt.
As for Rhino, his request was pretty basic and all I can say is it may, just may bring me to within 25 minutes of Allison and Mimi within the next month:)
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October 16, 2008 at 9:04 am (Wonder Boy)
Various things I learned from WB this week end about his life at University:
He has not, I repeat not, changed his sheets in 6 weeks!!!!!! Once you’ve gotten over how absolutely disgusting this is, please hear his response to my shudders and gags – “It’s not like I’m sleeping in them every night.” Those 10 new grey hairs on my head?? All him.
Thursday night is pub night. Therefore he goes to his 8:30 Friday morning Math class straight from bed. All he adds is a baseball hat or toque and a sweatshirt. No brushing the teeth. No deodorant. No spritz of cologne. I feel like I should write a letter of apology to that entire class. And another defending my parenting skills.
If you leave a little of Captain Morgan’s Spiced Rum in the shot glass, after three days it smells and tastes like maple syrup. Ummm, yeah. I’ll take your word for that one.
When I questioned the sheer volume of dirty laundry he brought home this week end he volunteered that on several occasions he has three-peated a pair of socks or gone commando. Apparently he has some standards and will not re-wear boxers. Yes I wore gloves and a gas mask while doing the laundry.
And don’t let the cup in the picture below fool you. Apparently the Science department handed out the reusable mugs the first week and now the boys use them for travellers. As WB said “Guelph is always thinking about us.” I don’t think that’s what they were hoping you would use it for dude.
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October 15, 2008 at 1:37 pm (Family)
Friday
WB’s commencement was Friday night and in some irrational moment I had agreed to have dinner with just WB and his Father (J). Yes, this would be the same man I have not had a civil word with in over 5 years and who has not contributed to WB’s upbringing in over 10 years.
Dinner started out somewhat awkward but soon became bearable as WB regaled us with stories of University. Everything was actually going well till J made some comment about me being a cheapskate. Lost my shit people. In front of my kid. Not cool.
The evening continued along the path to doom when my Mother said to J “You and Josie have done such a wonderful job raising WB.” Are you fucking kidding me? My sister pinched my arm and whispered in my ear “You can kill her Sunday. Tonight is for WB.” I bit my tongue soo hard I tasted blood.
Then, in the ultimate end to the evening, J left half way thru as he’d been there “long enough” and my mother left shortly after as she had not eaten before hand. My sister went with her. By the time I met up with WB in the cafeteria I was beyond anger. His response? “You’re here and that’s all that matters.” Sniff, sniff.
Saturday
Worked an eight hour shift at the pub and then the four of us (yes Rhino is still alive at this point) went to the worst hockey game I have ever had the misfortune of sitting thru. The Leafswere clobbered 6-1 by the dirty Habs. My only consolation that evening? Alison’s Senators lost too:)
Sunday
Made scalloped potatoes and a pumpkin pie to take to my sister’s for dinner. Called around looking for WB who had gone out once home from the horrible hockey game and was still missing at 10:30 Sunday morning. Mission for today before dinner? Go shoe shopping with WB.
In the shocker of the century, WB and I manage to spend $275 on shoes, a belt, 2 shirts, a sweater and a coat in under an hour. No arguments. No hair pulling. No Josie curled up in the corner sucking her thumb. Maybe WB one of us is maturing.
Dinner is a disaster. Not the food. The conversation between my Mother and I. After 3 a glass of wine, I brought up her comment to J on Friday night. Her response? “I was just trying to be nice to him. he looked uncomfortable.” My uncensored response? “So you chose instead to stab your own flesh and blood in the fucking back? Hate to see what you’d do to someone you hadn’t given birth to.”
Monday
Two hours of packing WB to go back to school. Six loads of laundry (seriously kid); $150 worth of groceries and $100 worth of liquor and beer. Ship him off at 1pm. An hour packing up Rhino. Ship him off at 3pm. 45 minute drive to pick WG up from her Grandparents. Finally sit down on the couch at 7pm. Throat starts to hurt around 8:30pm. By 10pm have a full blown fever. Yep, the antibiotics I finished on Friday really worked well. Full blown strep. AGAIN.
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October 7, 2008 at 2:36 pm (Stuff)
I promise I’ll tell the story of my sister’s wedding day because really, the fact that we had to stop at a pizza place at midnight due to starvation requires retelling. Alas today I need to get a few things off my chest.
When I tell you I’m going to come down for a couple days and then develop the flu/cold from hell that prevents me from getting on a plane, let alone enjoying the time with you – DON’T BE AN ASS. I didn’t plan on getting sick, nor did I intentionally “ruin” YOUR week. And did you not read the comments of the lovely group of ladies who are willing to come up here – or visit you in Ottawa – and kick your ass? Dude you’re out numbered.
After 17 years you finally find the time to come to one of your son’s “school” functions and act all pissy with me when I’m shocked. I told you WB was graduating this Friday 4 MONTHS ago. Do not call me this morning and ask if I have an extra ticket and expect me to roll out the red carpet. I have found you a ticket but seriously – grow up.
I know you’re away at University and thriving – for this I am grateful. But respond to emails and voice mails. Honestly, you expect me to believe you don’t have 5 minutes of free time? Facebook says otherwise. If you want a fucking ride home Friday, pick up the phone before tomorrow at noon. Otherwise, walk.
I’m so glad you are settling in WG. Beyond ecstatic that we managed the whole week end without either of us having a breakdown. But honey? If the word LIKE comes out of your mouth again I will put you out with tomorrow’s trash.
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October 3, 2008 at 2:44 pm (The comedy act that is my life, Wonder Boy)
WB came home last night enroute to his Dad’s today and called me at work this morning.
WB: How is your hair this week?
Me: Huh?
WB: Just answer the question, how is your hair?
Me: Kind of flat but ok. Why?
WB: There was no shampoo in my bathroom, so I decided to shower in yours. You have 5 bottles in there and they are all conditioner.
Cue insane laughter on my end.
WB: Honest to god Mom, you need to take some down time. You’re losing it.
So all week, possibly longer as I can’t remember the last time I bought shampoo, I have been washing my hair with conditioner and then…..putting in conditioner.
And a picture of my way too handsome kid at my sister’s wedding.
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October 1, 2008 at 1:52 pm (Family, Rhino, Wonder Boy)
A few individuals, who shall not remain nameless – Jen and Allison –, are holding me to a promise I made in emails last week to finally clear the cobwebs off and update.
So, in no particular order:
WG is starting to adjust to living with us. This has not been a totally seamless process and I do believe I had deluded myself into thinking it wouldn’t be that bad. We are still having a few trust issues but for the most part I think she knows we’re in it for the long haul. At issue now is if my sanity survived the past 5 weeks.
WB loves University. He’s taken to it like a fish to water. This was never more evident then when he emailed me last week to let me know what needed restocking:
Water
Ice Tea
Shampoo
Booze
And as evidenced in this picture, taken before a football game:
Rhino is not buried in the backyard. I do have a spot picked out though, so he should be careful. Other than being home this past week end for my sister’s wedding, Rhino has spent 28 of the last 37 days in Ottawa or Vancouver. Neither of us is handling this well. We spend more time bickering or out and out ignoring each other than getting along. Our relationship at the moment is at about a 4 on a scale of 1 to 10.
Me. I have been fighting my way thru single parenting, work, school, planning my sister’s wedding and a particularly bad Lupus episode that has me 18 pounds lighter than I was at the end of August. I am also in a place I have not been in quite sometime. I am questioning my ability to parent. My ability to juggle everything effectively so no one loses out. My ability to be a decent girlfriend to Rhino. My sanity.
I have been in a funk for the past 10 days that I can not shake. I am going thru the motions of everyday life and yet I feel removed from everything. I can’t explain it and I can’t get past it. And I’m worried that I won’t.
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