The boys are ganging up on me already. M and I were having a huge but stupid argument in the car the other night. I was sort of yelling - imagine that - and all of a sudden from the backseat I hear this little voice say "Mom, stop being bossy!"
At least it difused the tension a bit.
For cancelling my 8 am flight and bumping me to a 3 o'clock one. While I was annoyed at the 5 am call to tell me this, annoyed that my plans for the day back home in Florida were ruined, annoyed I won't see my husband for 7 additional hours, annoyed I will now be travelling during O's fussy hour, I am at least thankful that I got to sleep in, take a shower, and catch up on my long-forgotten blog.
I couldn't have a better mom - she is giving and caring and self-less when it comes to her kids and grandkids. I actually think almost too self-less, but that is a reflection of how she was raised and just her huge big heart. She spoils my boys rotten with love and indulgence and stuff, and while I wish she'd buy less stuff I understand the need to spoil them just a little.
Perfect example, last night after making a huge dinner for us she was still busy fussing and her ice cream was melting and I was asking her to please come sit down and eat her ice cream before it melted. Her response - "I like it melted" - that, in a nutshell, is my mom.
In celebration of a new home and our brand new life in Florida I was thinking the perfect way to celebrate would be to cook a big old fashioned Thanksgiving meal in my brand spanking new oven. Or maybe it was just me, yearning for the smells of home, the tradition, etc. But M had other ideas. We will be spending Thanksgiving in a posh bungalow in the Florida Keys. Move over Pumpkin and make room for some Key Lime Pie! Mmmm, mmm, mmm. Good husband, I think we need a vacation way more than we need a turkey in the oven, at least this year.
I've been feeling ultra blah lately so of course I thought a good pick me up would be a hair cut. I'm tired of the bob-a-licious look I've been sporting for a year and a half now. So I took advantage of being at my parents house for a week, left the boys with my mom and went to become a new beautiful me. And I got a big change. I was going for a Faith Hill soft, curly, flippy look. What I got is a bit more Princess Di. Nothing against Princess Di, love(d) her, but not so much her hair. It reminds me of The Donald's hair for some reason. Mine is not so bouffant though. And actually, I think I'm really going to like it, shorter, layered, easy to deal with. We shall see. We'll also see what M has to say when I step off the plane in all my glory.
I miss my blog. I have so much to write and no computer to do so from. Well I have the computer, but no internet access. Damn cable company. But I am trying not to complain. Two hurricanes later, we are in good shape. We're in our house and working hard at making it a home. Everyday there is another heartbreaking story about a family that lost everything in the hurricanes. And they are always hard working class, single mom, three job worker stories. People who really had nothing to lose but lost it all anyway. My heart breaks and I feel so guilty for all my complaining about the small road bumps we've encountered lately.
Anyway, Adelphia is bringing me internet access at the end of next week. And I will return to blog away my free time. I miss all of you bloggers and want to curl up in my computer chair with a big pot of coffee and read all that I have missed the last month.
But for now I return to the pit of boxes that is my home.