The First of The Last

Little League games. This is our last season. (assuming middle schools in CA have baseball teams; in AZ, 6th grade is usually it for LL) I thought I would be sad. Jay is. I'm NOT. For the past eight years, we have been at the LL field at least two nights a week (sometimes four, when Eric was playing, too) from March thru June, right in the busiest time of year for our business, too. I think it's ok that I'm tired of it, right?
Last night was the first game of David's last season. It was freezing. It was long. Our team, the White Socks, got their socks handed to them on a platter. u.g.l.y. I hope it's not a sign of the rest of the season, because David will probably need a pacemaker by the time he's 13 if it is. That and anti-anxiety medicine.

Old School

15 went and broke his phone AGAIN. 4th time in a year. I think he does it on purpose. This time I think it's because he found out that I still have the gps tracker on there. You know, to make sure he's where he's suppose to be, without having to have a stake out. Unfortunately, he broke it two days after the warranty. That means it's an insurance claim and a $50 deductible. Sorry, Charlie.... I'm not paying up this time. Which also means, I'll be going old school in my tracking. As always, even more than before, I am relying on my network of mom spies to let me know if 15 is not where he's suppose to be or doing something he's not suppose to. You can find me a parking lot, with my shades on, listening to some tunes, sipping a Diet Coke...watching to see if 15 is going to seminary or just hanging out behind Walgreens. I should probably get a new hat, too. He'll recognize the Diet Coke hat anywhere. Darn it, I love that hat.

Help Me Heal

Okay, this episode has lasted WAY too long, but I'm on the road to recovery. I think this is the worst I've ever had. Jay definately agrees. Anyway, in dealing with this bipolar crap and trying to figure out what is me and what is the disorder, I have a favor to ask. Tell me what a couple of my personality traits are. Good ones and a couple not so good ones will be fine, too. Holly-don't tell me I've always been bossy. I KNOW! I've been trying to change that for YEARS.
When you're sitting in "the pit", it's hard to see other people's perspectives and to remember who you are-without side effects and symptoms. Give me something to shoot for! thanks.

spring break

This week the kids had spring break. My kids have been fairly busy with helping Jay in the office, going to the movies, jumping on the trampoline with friends, playing with Fritz, tv, oh-so-beloved chores, and more tv. The weather has been so nice lately and I know it won't be for long so I keep telling the kids to go outside! This lovely ill-timed week off of school culminates Friday with the first day of spring. Here is AZ, that usually means it's gonna be too hot to go outside much, so take advantage of each day under 90. Seriously, we have 4 seasons: summer, end of summer, kindof winter, and spring. Summer lasts at least 6 months. End of summer goes until Thanksgiving, kindof winter lasts until the end of January, and spring is from Feb-mid-March. After mid March, if you have a day that is under 90, get your hiney outside and take advantage. It's not going to be long before 100 hits. I HATE AZ SUMMERS. I don't think I have it in me to endure another one. By September I am soooooo anxious and depressed. This time it took until March to pull out of it! and summer's here again! yuck.

Nothin's New

This week I've had dr appts resulting in me still being a walking side effect. David's had baseball practice. Eric's had baseball practice and games (hasn't played-coach issues). Rebekah's been trying to play mom. Jay's been working his fingers to the bone. Nothing new. I think Eric may drop baseball and go into off'-season wrestling. His team still practices a couple times a week and goes to tournaments. That's about it. You know what, that's a lot of nothin for as tired as I am. love side effects. just love 'em. NOT

Teenage Babies

PITA1 is still sick.......wah wah. His allergies have made him sick. This means that he can't go to baseball because he is too tired. He doesn't feel good.

PITA3 is still on the DL. Pulled groin muscle makes for a VERY angry 12 year old. No physical activity means extremely grumpy dude. WAh Wah, he can't go play baseball or football and can't go run. All he can do is sit around and watch tv, play xbox or wii or gameboy, watch movies, play with the dog (as long as he's not running). He has to miss a second little league practice today and it's all I've heard about since 12:30. Of course the kids had a 1/2 day, so it's even more hours that he can't go play.

Teenagers that are sick/injured are just as whinny about it as toddlers. They're just bigger, right?