Catching Up--January 8th

Okay, so we had the net back, but I still was so overwhelmed by the demands of my schedule...and my mom came to visit for the afternoon and evening.

Oh, it was nice having her, and the fact that she kept Q amused was wonderful, as Q and I were off to a bad start the MINUTE we all got back in the door from school.  It was tantrums and meltdowns on her end, just over and over.  About everything.  And on my end, it was not really much prettier.  I didn't sleep at all yesterday.  Not all night, I didn't get to nap during the day.  So, as the first meltdown started, my voice went up about half an octave.  And every time she lost it, it happened again.  It was a bad loop, because the more shrill I could feel myself getting, the more I could see her struggling to get a grip, but we couldn't stop it.  I could see it happening, but there were no brakes.

Thank god for my mother.  She called up later in the day and asked if it was okay to come by.  There's more to it than that, but that's the important bit.  At the time that she called I actually froze.  I didn't answer her, she caught me trying to race to the bathroom while Leeloo cried about being put in the playpen because I needed to put her back into her dozen layers and change her diaper and drive to the street near the school, walk the block to the school, blah blah blah, return trip of equal annoyance level, etc, and I had to pee.  Man, did I have to already.  There was no way to make it through this, but I had a deadline to meet, so I was in a hurry.  And mom called.  And I froze.  I didn't have an answer for her.  My brain just stalled on me.

Which led to her feeling unwelcome and that wasn't the case.  I just dropped all of my balls at once.

I reclaimed a shred of humanity while she was here.  I got to eat a meal.  I did a load of dishes.
I ate a piece of chocolate and some french fries.

Oh, man, I have missed french fries.
Maybe, just maybe I'll get her to come visit next week and I'll schedule a HAIRCUT.
Can you imagine?
Getting out of the house ALONE for an HOUR or MORE?!?
Getting pampered and having my hair washed, dried, brushed, and cut?
Speaking to a human being I don't have access to on a daily basis?

I might even get ANOTHER MEAL if she comes to visit.  A whole meal.  Not off of fancy plates or by candlelight, I don't need gourmet.  It can come in a paper wrapper, for all I care, but the ability to eat more than 3 bites of food without jumping up to grab something for someone else...

I'm swooning.  The thought is too much for me.
A haircut and another meal.  Who'd have thought my life's pleasures would come down to something so simple.

I need to get out of the house more.