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Any hopes I had for being elected mother of the year, pretty much got trashed this morning. It started at 6 am .
The alarm went off as usual. I got up and (thankfully) went down stairs and put my wash in the dryer. Then I came upstairs and snoozed. then I hit the alarm clock and turned it off when the snooze went off again. I was planning to just catch a couple before waking to start my day. A little bit later I look up, do a double take and nearly have a coronary. It was over an hour later. It is 7:21 and my sons bus comes at 7:30, if ever there was a time for panic now was it. I was in major freakout mode. I got Warren up and in an almost equal frenzy. On his way down the stair in a half sleep hurry he fell down the last few stairs. He appeared to be okay, he wasn't bleeding, or displaying any odd twists or protusions. So I got him dressed and of course then he announces he has to go bathroom, poop yet.
so he is running up stairs trying to hurry that which often cannot be hurried. I am totally freaking and the buss pulls up. I start screeting at Warren. The bus sees me standing there wiith his coat, (in only a t shirt and undewear yet, good thing they were to ffar to see anything. Warren runs down and gets his shoes and coat. (I am so glad I signed his notebook on Thurs, (no school Fri and Mon). I tried to give him money for snack and breakfast but he ddint' want. He ran out and caught the bus. I could tell he was still asleep.
Feeling rather guilty and evil I went up and took my shower. By then I had finally calmed down. I felt so awful.
Since I had made brownies the night before. I grabbed a lunch sack and wrapped a couple of brownies (with chocolate frosting, sprinkes, and a chocolate car for decoration) in baggies and proceeded to take a long way to work so I could make a delivery. I dropped it off in the school office along with paying for a breakfast so he could eat. (Have I ever mentioned how thankful I am for the school breakfast program). I didnt' get to see him, because his buss was running late, (thanks in part to me ,no doubt). I just couldn't stand the though of my baby in class tired and hurting with no breakfast to hold him till lunch, and no snack for his milk breaks. This boy has to eat, or he doesn't function well. He didnt' get to sleep until after 9 last night. So I am hopping he has a better day. I feel like Cinderella's evil stepmonster or somthing. I guess I'll have to do something to make it up to him today.
And that's the last time I trust myself to wake up with out an alarm.
On the weird side of things I have had some realy unusual dreams. The wierdest one by far, is the one I had before I woke up the first time this morning. I was living in some dorm type place and my wallet was on my bed. I went to check and my money was gone. But the wierd part is and I dont' remember all the details, but Tiger Woods was stealing my cash, my child support money. What the hell he was doing in my dream is a mystery for the ages, as I hate golf and have never watched it or cared about it. The other weierd dream was Sunday morning. I was dreaming a M*A*S*H episode. I was watching the whole thing, not like I was there, but like an omnipotent observer, there, but not part of anything. I could see each seen as clear as anything in reallife. It was an actual real episode (the one where the stove explodes in Hawkeyes face for those who know the show). after 3/4 of the way I wake up. What is on the TV but the show I was dreaming. I was filling in exactly the scene based on the dialogue comming from the tV. That was just weird, not to mention a good indicatin I have seen the show way too many times. at least I wassn't filling in the commercials.
Have a happy Tues. Its gotta be better than mine
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In every neighborhood there is at least one house that all the neighbors gossip about. This is a diary from the woman who lives in that house. I am a single mother in her mid thirties. I live in North Dakota with my son, Warren.
I tend to be a bit of a slob, and am the opposite of a girly-girl. I am geek girl, who loves Star Wars, Star Trek, Harry Potter, Buffy, Angel, action movies, science fiction, action adventure, Dr. Who, and so on and so on.
I love to write and while I don't post much fiction online anymore I would love to be a writer someday. I am also overweight, bipolar and suffer from allergy induced asthma.