I didn't sleep again last night. This insomnia stuff is killing me. I definantly know I am related to my brother Alan.
I am having surgery this morning, and I am really nervous to get knocked out. I have never had general anesthesia.
I took the kids to the zoo yesterday with the heat index at 108. We were dripping. I knew I would be out of comission for a little while, and wanted to do something fun before school started on Monday. I am thinking I should have chosen an nice air conditoned bowling alley. Live and learn. For those that have children, a word of advice. When articulate their words in a more grown up way, watch out. I think most of my headaches stem from mt two oldest girls constantly milking me. Example. My oldest is almost 11. She wanted to go to the zoo, and decided to wear jeans and a long sleeved shirt. I mentioned casually that she would be pretty hot in that outfit. She rolled her eyes at me, and shrugged her shoulders. Okay. Fine. So we get to the zoo. It's hot. It's REALLY hot. She rolls up the bottom of her jeans. " It's hot Mom." I glance at her sideways and shrug my shoulders and say " Imagine that, it's hot on a summer day." 30 seconds later, sighing " I wish I hadn't of worn jeans today, and I have a blister on my foot, and it really hurts and I'm thirsty." I just nodded my head and mumbled incoherently to the sea lions. I think they understood my pain. One might have telepathically sent me a message of hope.
I got an early little present from my Mother-in -law. It's a poem that should be my creed. Here it is for your reading pleasure.

What's wrong with Mama?

I wonder what's wrong with mama?

She seems a bit depresssed..

It's nearly time for lunch

And she isn't even dressed.

I used her lipstick on the mirror

Not knowing it would spoil it..

I accidentally cut my hair

And out kitty in the toilet.

What's the matter with Mama?

She seems a bit on edge

it's the middle of the afternoon

And she wants to go to bed.

Well I thought she'd like my art

With crayons on the wall...

Until those darned ol' marbles

Made her slip and fall.

I wonder what's wrong with mama?

She's pulling out her hair...

She's making funny noises

And she's talking to the chair.

My dad says I'm a handful

The neighbors say I'm wild

But ask my mom and she will say

I AM the perfect child!

Alrighty, Off to be prodded an poked. I may not be on for a while. Cheers.

ChristinaMaria