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I took Monday off but I’m back…

 
On our way to Comedy for a Cure...
As you probably noticed I did not post on Tuesday.  I know you noticed because several people brought it to my attention and a family member actually called my hubby to make sure everything was ok.  I write my blogs the day before they magically appear on the web and I was a zombie on Monday so figured better to not write than write something wacko.
My weekend started like everyone else’s or rather like most parents.  Trinity had a softball game early Saturday morning, and I had to work the snack bar and bring the snack.  Lou usually has Saturday’s off but he had to leave for work at 1pm.  I was not happy about him leaving me and going to work.   Trinity was lucky enough to get a play date so Tiara and I were stuck at home cleaning and doing laundry.  What’s new?
Oh, I forgot to mention, Lou got a new iPhone on Friday and for some reason my phone would no longer go online once they put his phone onto our system.  I will back up by saying my sweet husband had an upgrade on his phone last fall and had been waiting to get an iPhone.  Instead of getting himself a new phone, he transferred the upgrade to me and bought me an iPhone for my birthday in September.  How sweet is that?  So anyways, apparently the problem had something to do with us trading our upgrades months prior.  So after the game he took both of our phones to the store and he returned with a working phone but mine was still broken.   I seriously have no patience for crap like that.  My life with children requires so much patience that when something stupid happens, like I can’t check emails on my phone , I am a nightmare.  Of course Lou felt so bad and it wasn’t his fault, but I kept walking around complaining about my phone.  Making rude comments and whining like a petulant child.  I guess I could have called Sprint myself, but no, I would rather complain.  Sometimes it just feels good to act like a brat.  Lucky for Lou, he had to leave for work at that point.  I actually finally called Sprint on Monday but I have yet to bring my phone to the store, so it is still on the frtiz.   I always like to suffer a little bit before I resolve a problem.
Lucky for me Lou only had to work for a few hours and surprised me by coming home at 4:00pm.  Tabitha and I decided to escape and leave Tiara with Lou and do some shopping.  I had nothing to wear  to Comedy for a Cure on Sunday and Tabitha was concerned I was going to try and wear one of my old outfits.  She has taken over my former role in life as a fashionista and is always urging me to buy some clothes and mix it up.  My daily uniform now consists of  black palazzo pants with a tank top and flip flops.  I randomly change up the uniform with a long skirt or add a sweater but it is rare that I go a day without wearing a black tank top.  I don’t know how this happened to me as clothes were once my main focus in life but now I hate to shop.  It is hard to care about fashion if you don’t want to take the time to look at clothes.  I would rather browse Room Service or the Home Depot any day rather than shop for clothes.  Luckily we found my outfit really fast but Tabitha continued to drag me around to other stores until Louie started calling looking for us. We then had to rush off to the market and home to BBQ.  Apparently I promised to have dinner on the table by 6pm even though it was Saturday night and I was still shopping at 5:30.  Uh, oh…  Oh well, no died of starvation as dinner was ready by 6:30.

 

Sunday morning I woke up early and thought I better get started on my blog for Monday.  Off to the kitchen to make my espresso when in horror I realized the espresso machine was not working.  Sometimes if you change the type of espresso beans the machine clogs.  This has happened before so I attempted to fix it but was only able to get one shot of espresso out of the machine before it completely died on me.  Selfish as I am, I drank the one shot, so when Lou woke up there was no coffee.  He looked at me in shock when I explained the circumstances and decided to drive to Starbucks.  Tiara kept sitting on my lap and choking me while I was trying to write so I asked him to take her along.  He took the 2 little girls in their pajamas and left for Starbucks.  Twenty minutes later as I am finishing making breakfast I hear Trinity come into the house crying hysterically.  I run to see what has happened and become hysterical myself as I see her face.  Her face is scratched and her hair is a mess.  I realize at that moment Tiara must have hurt Trinity  like she hurts me.  She has never ever hurt Trinity before and loves her more than anyone in the family, so I was shocked.
I then realized that if I kept crying, Trinity was going to get even more hysterical.  I pulled it together, and we got out the Neosporin and worked on her scratches.  Lou and I then took turns hugging and sitting with Trinity while the other one watched Tiara and kept her at a distance.  I wasn’t sure what to say Trinity except ” I’m so sorry, I will never let it happen again.”   As sad as I felt for Trinity I almost felt as bad for Tiara.   Tiara was in her room sitting in time out and sobbing.  She kept saying to herself ” I hate TT, TT is mean.”  She knew she had done something horrible and just hated herself for doing it.  The whole situation was terrible and there wasn’t anything Lou or I could do to fix it.  It is one thing when healthy siblings fight and someone gets hurt, but it is a very different thing when one sister is trying to comfort another and is suddenly attacked without warning.  We all pulled it together enough to leave Tiara with my Dad and go to church.  We definitely needed to pray for guidance.

 

The good news is that after lunch Lou took Trinity to get her new bike my parents were buying for her birthday present.  She decided her face felt 70% better once she got the bike and once the rain stopped and she had a chance to ride it, she would feel 100% better.  Thank God kids are so resilient.  We finally got ready and got in the limo in the hail and wind and headed off to LA for Comedy for a Cure.  We had a fabulous time, especially Lou with the open bar.  At one point Adam Carolla was doing his comedy bit and Lou did one of his “yells” and Adam turned to our table and said “oh good, we have a drunk guy in the front.”  I could have killed Lou and I tried to kick him but my mom was sitting between us.  I was just grateful there was no dancing at the event because I did not want to see his “towel move”.  The day was finally over and I was so exhausted from all the emotions from the morning and the Comedy event.  I finally fell asleep at 11pm but kept hearing voices in my head and couldn’t sleep well.  This is super common for me and one of the reasons I don’t like to go anywhere at night.  Even if I am home early and only went to a PTA meeting I will re hear all the conversations from the night.  I can’t turn my brain off.  Tiara must have sensed my  restlessness and decided to wake up at 2:45am and never go back to sleep.  At 5am I started  losing it and screamed to Lou “GET UP”!  I slept until 6:30 but then had to get up for the day.
Needless to say Monday was a blur and I could only manage basic necessities of life so that is why you didn’t hear from me on Tuesday.
Happy Wednesday…

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  1. Tif – You are one in a million!!
    You just made me smile, laugh out loud, get watery eyes, relate and think of a few complex issues….
    As if I wasn’t a fan already? I love the way you take on and relate to life….

    • I love your comments Sammy… I was actually going to call you last week because I was worried you would worry about me too much if you kept reading my blogs. I know how emotionally attached you get, but I love that about you. Glad you are still reading…xo tiff

      • Hey, don’t ruin my cold-hearted bitch rep! Lol! Glad you know me my dear and yes, I do worry about you…but it is good thing. Get that espresso machine fixed so I can sleep at night! Hahaha ; ) And call me, you still need to come by and see my house you lil blogger xxo