August 28, 2003
I can't believe
that it's Thursday and I'm only now getting an opportunity to write.
After an exhausting (and enjoyable) weekend in Studio City, I came home to
kids who were totally off the happy wagon. When I left, we'd been in
this blissful balance for over a month. Everyone was getting along and
seemed happy and well adjusted. It was bizarrely tranquil and I was
enjoying it immensely.
As soon as I got
into the car when they picked me up from the airport, they started fighting
and for the most part, they haven't stopped since. The whining and the
complaining and the bickering has been hard to unseat, but I think I'm
finally starting to make some headway. Eric was astounded, saying
they'd been wonderful the entire time I was gone.
Delena was out
sick with a bellyache yesterday and this is Day #2 of Nathan having a fever
and being generally bleh. I've finally gotten him settled for a
bit, watching NickJr.
I wish there was
more to tell. I had a brilliant time with Kathy and Carolyn at the GH
converging. They are both very intelligent, fun ladies and we all hit
it off right away. I got to interview some of the stars, one of which
was very handsome and compelling. (yum) I'm glad that I got my
recap of the
weekend done on Monday while it was still fresh in my head because it's
already being lulled into a blur.
blurs, the time since I've gotten back has definitely fallen into that
category. Dylan was much better, but Delena and Nathan had picked it up
and I've spent most of my time holding Nathan and pushing fluids his way.
It's encouraging to know that Dylan came through the virus or whatever it was
unscathed. As a rule, I don't treat fevers in my family, preferring to
let the fever do its job and burn off whatever bad stuff it's out to get.
If the fever gets quite high, I'll do the tepid bath and tylenol thing, but
mostly, I just keep them dressed lightly, give them lots of fluids and let it
run its course. By Dylan's schedule, he should be feeling quite a bit
drifts off and wakes up calling for me every few minutes. My house is a
disaster and I hope I'm able to get some of it managed today. The
weather is so lovely in that almost Fall kind of way that doesn't usually hit
California until about October, but today, we've managed a mild temperature
and pleasant breeze, so I've got the doors and windows open and the nag
champa floating through the air.
I've been running
columns in my head like mad. One about our adventures in the 80's at
the nude beaches around the world. One about my recent anger toward
Oprah. >:< POSER! I think of so many things through the day
that I want to share with you and too often, it slips away before I can make
it to the keyboard.
This whole peri-menopause
pseudo-alzheimer's, Can't Remember Shit business is getting rather annoying.
I mean, I'll be 42 next Friday, a week from tomorrow, and already I'm getting
big blank spots. It just happened that Dr Phil had how show on "HORE-MONES
FROM HELLLL" a couple of weeks ago and so I know I'm not alone and I am right
on scheduled, evidently, for my pre-meltdown, but other than severe hot
flashes when I over-carb and these stupid memory losses, I'm doing OK.
Guess I can't complain when I hear of the heart palpitations and other
symptoms some of the ladies are having. I've had some hair loss, which
is also helped by the higher protein diet. The trouble sleeping is
offset by Estroven. I've always looked thinner and younger than I am
(and the fact that I look as fat as I do tells you folks that I weigh a LOT
more than most people think), which is a blessing. Still, time is
marching on. Now that the baby-having days are behind me, the me years
are on their way and like the baby days, I plan to savor every minute.
Eric called just
a little while ago and said, "Mike [one of his two business partners] called
and I've got the greatest news!" I held my breath because they STILL
have three bids in the wind on three subdivision and any of the three would
put their business on the map and cure the money problems. Then he
said, "Mike got together a poker crew!!" >:< OH WOW THAT'S THE
BEST FRICKIN NEWS I'VE GOTTEN ALL YEAR AND LORD KNOWS I CAN BARELY CONTAIN
MYSELF OH SWEET JESUS WHAT WILL WE DO??? WHAT WILL WE DO??? I'M
DOING THE SNOOPY HAPPY DANCE AND MY THROAT IS ALREADY A TAD SCRATCHY FROM
SCREAMING WITH JOY OH HAPPY DAY WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME SOONER??? >:<
Did I mention >:<
I must school
this man on the appropriate translation of "the greatest news." Don't
know if the might poker crew is meeting tonight (my fervent hope since I have
tons of housework to do) or what. I do know he'd better take his 10
bones and make enough money to buy me a kick ass birthday present.
I'll be around
later on. Just have to get enough sleep to rub two braincells together
in a way that makes some sense. Right now, I'm in that bizarre fluffy
place where everything feel really far away and things are all floaty.
:) The plan is to do housework now so that I likely don't remember it
later and then when I'm all rested up, I'll have a nice clean house and it
will be as if someone else did it!!
I promise this is
not drug induced (I wish it were). I'm just really tired from
traveling, lack of sleep and sick kids. Wish me sanity.