The room is spinning

So my vertigo has not gone away. I stayed home from work and Erik took me to the doctor's. I have to miss work until at least Wednesday and I have to take meclizine, which makes me really, really drowsy. I took a 3-hour nap and got up so I can have dinner. Erik has been just lovely. He took the whole day off from work so he could take me to the doctor's and pick up Miles from tae kwon do. Now he is making me macaroni and cheese. Then I will probably go back to bed.

Lent is not going well. I blame my sickness.

Seven years old

Yesterday was my baby's 7th birthday. I have trouble believing that, so I keep trying to convince him he's 6. It isn't working. He had his party yesterday, which turned out quite well. My Dad couldn't come because he was sick and Erik's parents couldn't come either, but we still had a good time. Miles had fun with his friends and got lots of good loot. He wants to have a party with his friends from school, but I don't know if we are actually going to do that. I can only handle so many kids at once.

Tomorrow I have to go back to work. However, today I am suffering from what I can only assume is vertigo. I feel like the room is spinning and I have trouble balancing. Good times.

Party on

I haven't written all week because I have been crazed and tired. Yesterday I was off and Miles and I went to the big city (South Portland) to buy party supplies for his big bash on Saturday. We are having a pirate-themed party, which means a lot of things with skulls on them. I love skulls. I plan to break out my lucky skull earrings for the occasion. Today, however, I have to clean to prepare for all of these people coming to my house. My house isn't really messy, but cluttered, and when I clean I tend to spend a lot of time organizing as well. This is why I don't clean that often, because I have to make everything perfect and that takes a long time.

I can't believe my baby is going to be 7. I keep doing to him what my dad does to me and telling him he is only going to be 6. It used to annoy the hell out of me when my dad did it, but now I think it is hilarious. I just have trouble dealing with it. Where did the time go? It's making me feel old and I don't like it. Part of me is liking that he is older and he will graduate from high school in 11 years. And part of me wants to make him stop growing up. I guess I should have had another one, if only for spare parts, but that didn't work out so well. Dried up eggs.

Off to eat my breakfast and clean. Party tomorrow!

Beware of emotional women

I realize that my last post was not only incredibly negative, but also 3 days ago and all of the 2 people who read this are wondering what has happened since then. Did I kill my husband for buying me a fucking stuffed animal for Valentine's Day? The answer is no, I did not kill him, but I did do a lot of crying about it. If this had occurred at another time, perhaps my reaction would not have been quite so severe. However, my recent state of mind regarding my marriage coupled with it being a certain time of the month caused me to be completely devastated. I refrained from saying anything until the next day because I didn't want to seem ungrateful, but it still caused a negative reaction from the person who bought it. I guess when I told him not to buy me $50 flowers like last year he thought that meant not to buy any flowers. So the next day I bought myself chocolates for 1/2 off at Target. Yay me.

I went to my mother's house yesterday. It was utterly traumatizing. She lives in a black hole full of junk mail and empty soda bottles. There is stuff everywhere. There is literally no place to sit because everywhere is covered with books, magazines, cat hair, and god knows what else. She never throws anything away and she never cleans. It is horrific. I can't even talk about it anymore.

On Saturday, my boy will be 7. This past weekend he lost another tooth, which has caused him to resemble a jack'o'lantern.

Off to finish roasting a chicken. I am so domestic.

Happy fucking Valentine's Day

The end of the world is coming

Today is just an awesome day, weather-wise. I guess you can't always tell sarcasm from typing, but I was being facetious. It snowed a ton last night, then rained. So the snow is super-heavy and slushy. Awesome. Plus, it rained so much and the storm drains are full of snow, so a lot of streets are flooded. My sister thinks it's Armageddon. Tomorrow is supposed to be sunny and in the mid-30s.

Tomorrow is Valentine's day. I hate that holiday. It just serves to make people who are single feel bad about themselves. It is just a way to make people spend more money on crap they don't need. I am celebrating by having 3 cavities filled. More awesomeness.

I finally finished Harry Potter. I have nothing to say about it except that it was unbelievable. I can't wait to read it again. I need to make my sister read it so I have someone to talk to about it.

Off to clean up cat puke and make dinner. Those two activities are completely unrelated, btw.

In the land of giants...

I discovered something incredibly disturbing tonight. My baby, the boy I carried for 9 months, who is now almost 7 years old, is a whopping 49 inches tall. I am only 62 inches tall. When did this happen? I will soon be surrounded by giants.