I Feel Guilty ...

I feel guilty when I put what I want to really do first. Too many people want my attention this morning and all I want to do is sit here in my towel wrap and read a book and watch the hummingbirds.  The Mama in me wants to make everyone happy and take care of them, but the woman in me wants to just chill out and be left alone. 

I feel guilty when I see how much my one friend accomplishes in a day as she cooks a meal from scratch, sews, paints a picture, drives her kids all over town, and manages to keep her house perfect.  She never sits down and I wonder if that is why she stays so thin.  I feel guilty I am not like that, but then I wonder when she ever enjoys her accomplishments as she moves on from one to the next.  

I feel guilty that I don't like my son's girlfriend.  I have tried but she gets on my every nerve.  I realize he might marry her and then I feel guilty because I am already wondering how he will deal with divorce. 

That is enough guilt for today.

Wisdom Teeth

The youngest had all four wisdom teeth out last Friday. He is doing great. I am so proud of how he has followed care and prescription directions given him.

I was very anxious to see how he would do coming out of anesthesia since he has never had any surgery before.  In fact, he has never even had Novocaine at the dentist.  When they called me back to see him in recovery I was not sure what I would find.  

What I found was a very angry, dopey young man.  It took a little while before I could understand why he was so mad, but evidently he was seeing double and the room was full of posters he couldn't read.  It was quite entertaining, but so different that how the oldest reacts to anesthesia.  

He is looking forward to eating french toast, pizza, and cheese danish again.  I am just glad it is over.

Burning the Candle at Both Ends

My oldest has been really burning the candle at both ends the last couple of weeks.  He is taking a morning class at Collin College in order to fill in some credits he did not need until he changed majors, plus he is working pretty much non-stop.  He has three major projects at work with deadlines that are pretty much past now. 

He leaves for class at 7:30 A.M. and after a two hour 8:00 A.M. class he goes to the train station and takes the train to downtown Dallas to work.  He gets home sometime between 7:30 and 8:00 P.M.  After he eats dinner, he works until 1 or 2:00 A.M.

Now I admit that when he complains about how much work he has I am not that supportive simply because he needs to learn what it is like in the real world.  When he complains about not being able to get everything done, I remind him how his dad would sleep on the floor of his cubicle, or in his car in the parking lot when he had big deadlines.  Not that I want my oldest sleeping in his car in a parking lot in downtown Dallas, but I do want him to know that in the real world, in his chosen profession, there are times when the hours are very long. However, as a mom I worry about him.

This has been a particularly hard week for him to get started since he worked all weekend until the wee hours of the morning and then would get up early and start all over again.  On Tuesday I woke up to realize it was 7:25A.M. and his bedroom door was still shut.  I opened the door and told him he was going to be late. He jumped up and was out the door by 7:40.  

This morning I woke up at 7:00 A.M. and realized I did not hear any sounds in the house.  I wasn't ready to get up yet, so I picked up my cell phone and called him.  The conversation went like this:

Ring, ring:  

Him: Mruruph

Me: Are you still in bed?

Him:  Mrrummm mmmmrrrrrrr

Me:  You need to get up because I am going back to sleep, this is the only wake up you get.

Him:  Rrrrrrrrrrrmmmrrrrmmrmmmr

Me:  Do you understand?

Him:  Mrmph

I hung up the phone and then I listened for a few minutes.  I heard his door open, and then I went back to sleep. 

I warned him tonight that I might not wake up early tomorrow, so he better get up to his alarm. I hope he gets to have a weekend off before he is back in school full time.

 

Have a Good Day Everyone!

Falling Slowly

 After seeing this song butchered on America's Got Talent, I just had to share. Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova - Falling Slowly.

"The Help" by Kathryn Stockett

OK, I may be the one of the last female readers in the United States to read "The Help" by Kathryn Stockett.  I read the description of the book when it came out but it just didn't catch my interest.  It was not until I saw the previews for the movie that I decided to download a sample to my Kindle.

I read the sample, downloaded the book, and then did not get off the couch all day Sunday until I finished the book.  It really was a great read.  I hope the movie does it justice.

The book made me think back to a friend I had in elementary school whose parents had "Help."  I was never comfortable being waited on by their "Help."  I used to sit at the breakfast table with the family and wonder why they were telling this woman to pour me some more milk when I was perfectly capable of getting up and walking over the refrigerator on my own.

I look forward to reading more of Ms. Stockett's books.

Chat, Chat, CHAT!!!! I am saying CHAT

I am not a patient person.  My sons get frustrated because I will complain my computer is slow and the reason will turn out to be the 85 windows of Firefox I have open because I kept clicking when my browser did not open immediately.

Loni calls me a Power Zero person because if I call any number and get a menu of options that is longer than three choices, I push the zero until I get a live person. 

I could give other examples, but I think you get the idea.

This week  I was given the task of finding out the time needed to take an online class my bin which my boss wants me to enroll.  I started by reading the description of the class.  It only told me the dates of the class, the cost, and that I needed class 101 first.  I then called their 800 number, where I only had to push the English button to be sent directly to a live person.  A live person that had no information but said they would email me something that should give me my answers.  I actually had the email within seconds of hanging up, but the information sent was just the registration form (which I had online).  My next option was to try the online service chat. I clicked "Online Chat."  Nothing happened.  I decided to complete another task and come back to this one.

About thirty minutes later I went back to the website and clicked "Online Chat."  Nothing happened.  I then read the instructions again and because I have a tendency to talk to myself when I am trying something new I said "Chat" as I pushed the button.  Nothing.  Well I kept clicking "Chat" and saying "Chat" with each click for probably five minutes before my boss commented from her office, "My you certainly must be having issues today, that is a lot of cussing."  I thought about it for a second and said "C H A T  chat, I want to "CHAT"  with these people.  "Oh" she said "well I was getting worried."

I never did get to "Chat."