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Momma Drama

Tuesday, March 15, 2005 @ 9:00 PM

Cliff Notes. Yet again...

Baby Maiya has been laughing like when she was a baby lately. It's a sheep bleating (sp) type of laugh that makes me want to eat her up. "I could eat you up sakas (sp)" is something a nursing home patient used to say to me.......sakas (sp) meant "little lamb" she said. I understand that feeling now, since having kids.

I enjoyed the hell out of my Super 8 experience. Even if I did track down the family, because I didn't know what to do with myself that first night. Am I pitiful or what? I checked out Lowes at a snail pace. I read a whole book. An excellent read by the way. I didn't motivate until 2:30 pm. That's the time of day that I normally have logged 8 hours by....I checked out wallpaper books all afternoon. I found a new scrappbooking store. I scrapped 13 L/O's. I slept in, if you consider 7:30 am sleeping in. It was a much needed break in the routine. I have felt 100% better since my return.

Until today. Seems that, after some research and forum trolling for info and experience, I may actually suffer from panic attacke. All these years, I just figured I had a quirky heart, due to my analness and type A personality. This morning got a little hairy, but the intensity of this episode was so much greater than any other time. Frankly, it scared the living shit out of me. I'm glad Dave was home.

Maiya goes to the Dr. tomorrow...I'm quite sure her sinus infection is still here. I've been hitting her with the nebulizer treatments as needed too. This will be her third course of antibiotics. Poor Bunny. Devin is clear, yay! I'm sure Trent has a sinus infection too, he goes to the allergist for another allergy testing on Thursday.

Looks like we are Florida bound come the end of the month......

Village work needs to be done tomorrow, meeting was last night. The audit is at the end of April. I've already put folks on notice.....if the audit results do not come back stellar, then I am resigning. "I want to do right by the Village, and if I can't, then it's best to find someone who can." PC or what? The stay at home part of the job is nice, but not the one person deal. I can work 5 days a month as a nurse for the same exact net pay. I know that I will feel better about it all by the end of this summer when Devin starts school, but that makes me feel like a horrible mother. I just feel like really runny pancake batter lately. Spreading out in the pan, thinner and thinner.....some of it is the usual winter blahs and sick kids, but cripes.

Dave will start the new job on April 4th.......should be much better on the gasoline budget. Which will help pay that new car off. Or should I say truck? When I call it a car, Maiya says "No car momma! TRUCK!" Too funny...

Happy hump day tomorrow everyone! :)

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