The cat's outta the bag...I ain't no super woman

This last week has been a hellish one.

In my infinite wisdom, I thought a quick trip to California to visit friends would be no problem.

The trip was long overdue...and my little ladies at the convalescent home needed some cheer.

Even though, this Lyme treatment is kicking my ass, and I sometimes have to be scraped off the floor and put to bed...

I, of course, can handle a quick trip, right? I'm super woman, right?

Oh, I couldn't be more wrong.

There just ain't nothing as pathetic as laying in your friend's bed, sick as a dog, looking oh so attractive, throwing up, and crying like a little girl.

I try to continue my Lyme treatment...taking my meds, swallowing the yellow paint, etc...

I then throw it all up. All of it. My girlfriend smiles, wipes my mouth, and says in a cheery voice,

"Oh honey, you just threw up $250 worth of medication."

"Screw it."

"I don't fucking care anymore."

I learned pretty damn quick I ain't no super woman anymore.

He's a biter...

As a parent of a 10 and 15 year old, I'm a little out of practice watching over little ones...

At least I haven't fed the neighbor kidlets any dog treats lately...

Read here for that whole debacle.

My house is fairly kid proof...no breakables are out, no small bits, etc...

I even keep a little basket of toys out in the living room for our neighbor's little 3 yr. old monkey.

But last week I noticed little bite marks on my dining room chairs.

Three year old size bite marks...I'm not kidding, he bit down thru to the raw wood, past layers of paint, varnish, etc...

It can't possibly be healthy to chew on dining room chairs.

I love him to bits.

Any suggestions?

Maybe I should give him one of the dog's chewy bones the next time he comes over.

Someday I will be free

Free from my past

Free from a sick spirit

Free from my lost childhood

On that day

I will find my innocence again

Freedom!!!!!!

I'm not one of those mothers that cries when her kids go off to school.

Not that I don't understand those moms, I'm just not one of them.

I'm one of those mothers that you see jumping around all giddy and smiles, trying to be comforting but secretly excited as I'm pushing my kids out the door.

You see, my kids turned 10 and 15 this summer. Hallelujah!

This mom can already see the light at the end of the tunnel.

FREEDOM!!!!