A New Flavor

So it has been a while since I posted.  Quite a while.  Which doesn't actually matter to anyone since no one reads my blog.  I don't care, it's really just for me anyway.  To start, let me warn anyone who stumbles upon my blog that there will be a new flavor to my posts.

Since it has been a while I should write a quick update.  We actually did get relocated to Florida.  So the sweater was pointless.

I have spent the last week with my head spinning.  I've been on the phone, looking at apartments, hearing about doctor's appointments, giving moving advice, and more, all while trying to manage three kids and a home.  My husband had two appointments, a small in-office surgical procedure, and an MRI.  We think he's fine, but we will find out for sure next week if his PVNS has returned.  However we are trying to get my mom down here as soon as possible.  It looks like she will be here in a week and a half.  Why the rush?  She needs to be nearby so I can help take care of her, and she needs medical treatment as soon as possible.  My mom found out four days ago that she has breast cancer.

My husbands parents are coming to visit next weekend.  We haven't seen them since February so they would like to see us.  It will be nice to see them, and I'm glad we aren't going there; it's not easy with the kids and pets right now.  It is also fourth of July week.  Luckily the fourth lands on a Wednesday, so that means no OT for my son, which will give me a break (I kind of feel guilty about that, but I need the extra time).  My husband is taking off Wednesday through Friday and I was looking forward to five days of relaxation with him, but that ended up getting filled with three doctor appointments and preparing his parents coming.  Did I mention we also have to pick up the keys to my mom's new apartment and try to find a bed for her and have it delivered?  Oh well.  Maybe we will get a vacation next year.

Now I have about half a million...no, make that half a million and one things to do to get ready for the visit, and the bad part is that they have to be done on specific days.  I hate that.  I can't get things done ahead of time and then relax!  I mean, really, why can't a house full of three kids, two dogs, and two birds say clean for five days?  Where is that rule written?  But, apparently, there is some secret rule book that kids, dogs, and parrots share, and it dictates that mommies everywhere must tidy, sweep, mop, vacuum, and clean kitchens and bathrooms the day their parents-in-law visit.  Ah, well, such is life.

I also decided about two weeks ago that I am making berry jam filled cupcakes for the fourth, and as those who know me know, when I get an idea in my head, it is like a train.  Unstoppable.  So despite my week, I am, today, making the strawberry and raspberry jam filling and baking those sweet cake cupcakes with vanilla buttercream frosting on Tuesday.

Right this moment I am just sitting on my freshly swept, newly-tiled-but-yet-to-be-grouted porch, sipping a diet sprite while I write this blot post.  I am trying to take a small break from my life.  What I really want to do is go out to my studio and melt the heck out of many rods of beautifully colored glass, but alas, my studio is gone, left behind many states and months ago.  Instead I am going to look forward to a smaller yet hopefully just as effective little corner in the garage that will someday be my own, and a time when my oldest will be more challenged in school, my younger two will be more manageable, my husband will be out of pain, and my mom will be cancer free, and everyone can live happily.

 Now back to reality.  I have cleaning to do.