The TV is on… I’m checking email working on a Christmas project (it’s the thought that counts, not how much you spend – right?) for my parents.

Anyway – Pan is sitting in Mr I’s chair watching the infomercial that is on the TV.

Pan:  You know Grandma would buy that and be all “it’s horrible”

Me:  What?

Pan:  Look Grandma would buy that….she buys everything on the TV.  (She doesn’t), and complain about it, because everything she has is “Horrible” (said in a high pitch shrilly voice – pretty close to the MIL’s.)

Me:  You think so?

Pan:  Yeah, that’s what she does, and you know mom, the stuff that you buy on TV doesn’t work like it would if you bought in stores, because you can’t return it… that stuff on TV is Crap.

Me:  Crap?

Pan:  That’s what Papa says, he says Grandma buys crap from tv.

LOL… and we think kids are never paying attention, or listen to what we are saying.

We have so much to be thankful for this year, and I’m in a funk.  Some left the comment, that when you are a mom,  you have to fake it.  And she was right – I needed someone to remind me that when you are the Mom, it doesn’t matter, you need to do what is best for the family – you can’t be a grinch, or a scrooge – so I better shape up.    So starting right NOW, I am faking my holiday spirit.

I am going to be excited about

• Thanksgiving, and spending it with my hubby and kids. (I baked a pie, rolls, and cookies tonight).
• Putting up the Christmas lights outside
• decking the halls, and all that other BS
• going Christmas shopping (really – is anyone truly excited about being the malls, and stores?  Seriously?  Yeah, I didn’t think so, but because I am the Mom, I’ll fake it.)

Okay – So I have to work on this… but I’m going to fake it around the kids.

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Could I possibly be a grump because I STILL don’t feel good? ????  (yeah, that’s a strong possibility.)

and Christmas is only weeks away…I’m missing the Christmas spirit.

I have no desire whatsoever to put up decorations, the tree, the lights, any of it.

(Any the lights are my favorite part of Christmas… I could sit for hours in the glow of Christmas lights…and I want nothing to do with them this year.)

So if you have found my Christmas Spirit – can you send it back…I need it.

My kids need me to have it, Mr I needs me to have it.  Without it – it Christmas kinda sucks.

So I’m on the phone with my MIL, discussing upcoming christmas plans.

MIL:  oh, FIL just turned on the big game is on.

FG:  who is playing?

MIL – Looks like Iowa vs Iowa State

FG:  are you sure – I think that game already happened this year.

MIL:  Well -

FIL in the background – No, it’s not – it’s Michigan at Ohio State..

MIL:  The colors are the same…

(which in her defense, they kinda, sorta, well not exactly, well – NO, they aren’t.)

And if you look at the field – one end says OHIO STATE and the other BUCKEYES, and there is this huge red “O” on the 50 yard line… sure that could be Jack Trice Stadium, (nope, not even close) or the Kinnick stadium (even further) ….

And I could her the FIL in the background, and I could hear where the whole conversation was going, so I quickly ended our call….because well, I try very hard to NOT side with the FIL, but sometimes she makes it too easy.
LOL

After I drop the kids off at school, I’ll go to work and start in on the stacks that are on my desk.  I know there are stacks, because I’ve seen the emails…which makes me wonder what in the world does anyone else in my office do?

I am going out with a few ladies from the office Friday Night – am going to the movie Twilight… am hoping that it will be fun, we are taking one lady that got scared reading the book, could not get past chapter 3 – put the book in the freezer, and refused to finish it, but wants to see the movie…uhm yeah, I don’t think it’s a good idea, and I’m not leaving the movie if she gets scared.   Younger co-worker agrees with me… Yeah, I’m a witch, get over it.

Saturday AM Pan has his first basketball game -And I wish I could be one of those mom’s who say their son is the best player on the team, that he is the star… but I don’t know.  I watched them practice, and I can’t see where they are ready for their first game.  I can’t see where any of them are coordinated enough to pass the ball and get it up and down the court…. but maybe that’s why I get to be mom, and not coach.    I can see where Pan and his teammates have potential.  They just have to figure out this teammate stuff, and that they have to work together as a team to get the points.

He is a pretty good shooter, he understands the plays that the coach has them run and remembers what he is supposed to do… he’s just head and shoulders shorter than his teammates, and I wonder if he’ll get to play, and I wonder if he will do well, and I hope that he has fun.  I really want him to just have fun… and not be discouraged.

One would think I would have so much to say, seeing as I haven’t updated in a few days.

So lets see, where was I?

Oh yeah, Tink has mono and couldn’t return to school until (tomorrow) or Thursday – for 1/2 days – until after thanksgiving break.

I had my procedure done on Tuesday (this was to fix a one in only 100,000 women have this complication, after my surgery in June.)  It kinda knocked me on my butt…I was pretty out of it on Tuesday afternoon and evening, but for some reason, Tink would come into our room to wake me up to ask me whatever she wanted.  Mr I said he told her to leave me alone, but it didn’t work.   And whoever said “when they have mono – all they do is sleep” – you haven’t met Tink.   I don’t know what it will take to knock her on her butt – but mono is no match for her.

And even though resting was what I was supposed to be doing, taking the good pain meds (the ones that you take and 4 hrs later wake up and not know what time it is…yeah those.), instead I spent the day taking tylenol and taking care of Tink – ’cause when you are the mommy, you have to do what you have to do to make the world still spin….and that is where I am.

Doing what I have to do so that the world still spins.

1) Check work email.  Or say that  you will be available via email or cell phone.

2) see above.

Any questions?

Tink singing along to Camp Rock – Who will I be

Singing one line over and over – “Who will I be…..

Pan:  I know, you could just be yourself – that’s usually best.

Pan to me:  Mom – could you make her stop??????

I’m trying so hard not laugh, and realizing how smart Pan is…. just be yourself… if he has this figured out at 8.  We are so lucky to have him for a son, I just hope he remembers this little tidbit of advice as an adult.  Just be yourself….

And for those of you who are not blessed in know what Camp Rock is – it’s Disney, and I’ve copied the lyrics for your enjoyment…

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From a sick child.

Last night, or early morning, I didn’t look at the clock, i didn’t put my glasses on, so I don’t know.

Pan:  Mooooommmm, I don’t feel well.

FG:  Are you going to get throw up?

Pan: Ok….

FG:  Get in the bathroom now….

(In my half-awake state, I forget I never, never, NEVER ask HIM if he is going to throw up, because he will vomit on demand.  You think I am kidding, but I’m not.)

He gets sick, and crawls back to bed.  Fast forward to now – he feels fine.

Question to all of you – been there, done that moms – at what age do they get sick in the middle of the night and NOT wake you up?  Or because he is a boy, is this just always going to happen?

Update on Tink:  I thought she was supposed to be tired, not hungry and not thirsty.  She is full of energy, “starving” – okay she is constantly begging for something to eat, and will eat whatever I give her – apples, popcorn, carrots, yogurt…, and getting her to rest on the couch, or take a nap – nearly impossible, I think I would have a better chance at granting my grandmother’s yearly Christmas wish of “world peace”….  yeah, I’m anxiously awaiting for a different lab’s take on her results, because I still don’t think she has mono.  I just don’t.

Update on Me:  while I am on the phone with the doctor re: Tink on Monday, I’m going to ask for a different antibiotic.  The one I am on – is doing nothing for my ear infection – nothing….

Snuggling with Tink in the recyliner, rubbing her back and talking about her doctors appointment earlier in the day…

Tink:  Look Momma, my thumb is almost all gone – you can barely see the hole.

FG:  See – I told you that it would be no big deal, and that it would be okay.

Tink: Take the band-aid off my arm

*Takes the purple band-aid that matches her shirt off*

Tink:  It hurt more to take off the band-aid then getting the needle, I think next time we should just do the needle and not the finger poke.

FG:  I know.  Did you mommy used to do that for her work?

Tink:  Wide-eyed – you did?

FG:  Yep, and then when Daddy and I got married we moved and I did other things.

Tink:  I’m glad you are “normal”.

FG:  What?

Tink:  I’m glad you just and daddy are “normal” people, and don’t do that.

FG:  Okay….

And the conversation turns to other things…

At least she thinks we are normal…. bwahhhahahaha