Saturday, November 6, 2010

My wish for a day...

Oh, to be one of "those" people.  Just for a day. {okay I lie...not just for the day...for a while}  You know "the" people I am talking about.  

The ones that have all their Christmas Shopping done before Halloween.  The ones that have picture perfect kids that never say a cross word to one another, never mess up their rooms and always do their homework.  The kids that are satisfied with socks and undies wrapped cleverly under the tree.

The people who on a moments notice can have a house full of people over for the best gourmet meal {made from scratch} around a neatly decorated table complete with place cards, matching dinnerware and a centerpiece they threw together with flowers from their Lily Garden and pine cones from their yard.  The ones that have the most adorable family dog that wears sweaters to match the season, can get the morning paper and never barks.  "Those" people who bring the most creative gift to the party, have the swankiest style and perfect husband hanging on their arm.

Well...I COULD go on, but I am sure you know the people I am talking about.  If you are reading this and are "one of them" - remind me to kick you swiftly in the backside next time we see each other.  Oh, that's right I won't be seeing you as I am not in your social circle.  If I were I'd be one of you!

Each year I dream of having my home all decked out for the Holidays in an adorable fashion.  I have big plans and a creative vision and then something happens.  I don't get a tree put up, decorations are not unearthed from storage and our home just remains a place that I dwell with 4 boys and a husband.  Can I do it THIS year?  I wonder.  I want to make memories with my boys.  I want to create a warm, loving atmosphere to enjoy the wonderment of the Holiday Season in.  THIS will be my year.

Taylor is doing the best he has been in years and years.  Perhaps we can celebrate by "decking the halls" with some "fa, la, la, la,, la, la, la."  After all, "Tis the season to be Jolly."  

Wish me luck, as Martha Stewart I am not.  I have ideas.  Oh, yes.  Lots of ideas.  It is the execution that creates a problem for me.  I just have a hard time with time management.  Somehow, I just never seem to have enough...time.  I have so much I want to get done, then the next thing I know it is here.

 C H R I S T M A S...

It sneaks up on me silently.  I know it is coming then one day "WHAM!" here it is!  I find myself unprepared.  No stuff for the stockings.  Gifts hidden in places I can't find them.  No gifts for those I swore I'd hand make something special for.  I then get a huge stress headache and want to run for the hills.  

Help me.  Remind me that "time flies" and that before we know it we will be leaving cookies for santa and carrots for the reindeer.  This year I vow to be one of "those" people.  I will role play and pretend that I can do it all.  I will take on the challenge and let you know how I am doing...each step of the way!


P.S.  49 days and counting...till Christmas!

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

One of those days...

Gotta love 'em!

Ever had "one of those days"?  We all have.  I should have known after going to Canon and finding out that my "soft focus" problem was not an easy fix, but rather something that could force me into early retirement from photography that it was gonna be "one of those days".  

The girl behind the desk told me that I had exceeded my 100,000 shot limit for my camera by oh...say 40,000.  She then told me for just a cool $1700 I could upgrade to a refurbished Canon 5d Mark II.  She then said, "Would you like to do that today?"

"Ummm...yes!  Why I would!  Let me run home and pluck my money tree!" I thought to myself.  Instead I told her that I could not afford to do so.  She looked at me like I had 3 heads.  She then told me to cough up a mere $180 so they could start to "diagnose" my camera's problem.  If it was going to be un-fixable or more expensive they would credit my card and call me.  It could need to be re-built to the tune of $1200-$1500.  oh yea!

Super-de-duper!  I left a bit stunned.  As I drove home, coughing and hacking for the 4th week now a huge {splat!} thundered through the car and startled both Turner and I.  {Turner is home sick too}.  Nice one.  As I looked up to see a giant crow flying overhead my eyes returned to the ginormous poop he so kindly deposited on my windshield.  Obstructing my view I attempted to wash it away with the wipers creating a huge mess.  Lovely!

We are in the process of getting Taylor placement in a transitional program.  I was waiting on calls from his social worker and probation officer.  I quickly scanned the car and my purse to check my phone only to find I left it at the house.  Really?

I hurried home to retrieve it and tripped going up the stairs nearly breaking my nose!  I had to laugh.  One of those days.  

I pick Trevan up from school and take the kids to grab a bite at Burger King {we have no groceries and I am too exhausted to go with 2 boys in tow.}  I eat, they eat.  They play.  I sit in a stupor watching as a guy lines up his onion rings on his tray.  He makes 3 rows of 3 rings.  He methodically takes 3 packets of ketchup and gingerly squirts a perfect circle onto each one.  I find myself fascinated by this.  Wow.  So much work.  

I look down at our tray piled high with all 3 orders of crispy fries in one big heap.  Next to them in the corner of the tray is a small mountain of ketchup.  Easy-smeasy.  No neat lines for me.  No method to my madness.  I glance into the play room to find Turner poking one fry then another then another into his mouth.  In awe, I sit and count as my kid pokes 6 french fries into his small mouth.  I then sit to watch and see if he chokes.  What is wrong with me?  I didn't have the energy to to get up and stop him, so I sit behind the glass just waiting and watching.  What a great mom.

We make our way home.  I tell the kids I need to take a breathing treatment and lay down for a little rest.  Turner reminds me that Daddy needs work clothes and that I am to do laundry today.  Thanks son.  I know this.  I decide to enlist the help of my big strong High School Freshman and wait till he gets home from school.  Yes.  Good plan.  I pull in, anxious to lay down to rest.  

What do we find?  Big trucks.  Men with chainsaws.  Loud ear-piercing shrill of the blades ripping through the branches.  Crack!  Whoosh!  Men yelling.  Tree Trimming in the complex - Ahhhh - one of THOSE days.

I get the call that the Social Worker has an emergency and calls off meeting with Taylor and us.  Oh joy.  Then she informs me that he needs to get a doctors release by tomorrow to be allowed into the new program.  Ah, sure.

As I tackle these obstacles Trevan knocks a glass of water over on the table where the iMac lives.  I cast my laptop aside, jump over him grabbing a towel from the kitchen and in one feld swoop mop op the water before it hits the keyboard.  My exercise for the day!

Looks like no rest for the weary.  I must call the doctor, then Taylor's Social Worker, Cooper Fellowship then Ivy his Probation Officer.  If only he knew all the work I go thru to help him.  He can't see all the "behind the scenes".  He just wants to come home and make me feel guilty for not letting him.  Parenthood - aint it grand?

So, off to see what the rest of this day holds.  Hopefully you are not having "one of those days"!