Pits, pits, everywhere pits!

Man oh man am I tired! I am tired of no fun. I am tired of everything being hard...a struggle...

It's official I'm sick. I'm congested. My throat hurts. I feel hot and then cold. I feel lousy. 16 is feeling better. That's good of course but the problem is he gave it to me. Can you feel the love? Oh, the joy.

Hubby and I have been at odds lately. I want to throw the TV out the window but it's big and heavy, not sure I can do it on my own. But I'm thinking without the TV maybe we could get something done. Probably just my wishful thinking. Is excessive TV watching grounds for divorce?

GM has been calling me complaining of insignificant things just because she's bored and has nothing to do. I get that and usually muddle through it but it's getting to me. Now, I was just called and told that she's going to the hospital (yes, again) to get IV antibiotics for a recurring UTI. She's excited about going to the hospital. I find that so sad. Naturally, I am not looking forward to this adventure of hers.

Just needed to vent a bit...hopefully, better stuff to blog about later. I just want something simple and fun. Puleeze, gimme patience.

So, I'm freaking out a little

School is about to start. 16 starts in 2 1/2 weeks and there are only 3 weekends left before we take off for NY to take 18 to college. The summer is like over. What happened? Where'd it go? That is so little time to do all that I want to do. How'd that happen? I don't know!
So, I sent 18 to the store today with credit card in hand (yikes!) and a spending limit to get himself a backpack, underwear and some undershirts. He's also cleaning the pool because he wants to use it before he leaves. I figure by the time he has it clean, it will be time to go. I mean the thing is a science experiment waiting to be graded for an A+, it's so green.

Of course part of my freakout is because I have other things scheduled in my life. Tomorrow night I'm going to an Open House of sorts for this place where you make ahead and freeze your meals, Friday I have game night at a girlfriend's house, Saturday I have Cuban cooking lessons at my house which needs to get picked up before the people arrive, and Sunday another girlfriend is coming over to use my sewing machine and 16 will be back from the beach and we'll have loads and loads of laundry to do.

I know that MIL wants to have a big family party to send 18 off, he wants to be out with his friends. Last night they went to the Marlins baseball game and he has plans to go out on a friends boat the Saturday before he leaves. He has an appt to have his wisdom teeth pulled, he got an eye doc appt, 16 has his Driver's licence appt and we have to go buy his school shoes. PLUS we haven't finished the school loan stuff. That sounds like a lot of stuff in not so much time. OMG! How's it gonna get done? I need to win the lotto, so I don't have to work, so I have all day to do all this stuff! Gimme patience! lots of patience!

Oh no!

My son who will 18 on the 19th of this month got his Selective Service Registration. I held the envelope in my hand and sent up a prayer that he never have to put his life on the line. Is that bad? Don't get me wrong. I am proud of all the men and women who serve and have served. I'm proud to be in this country. But my baby having to go out and do all that- OMG! I pray, honestly that he never be called to do so. If that makes me unpatriotic and bad well, so be it.