So I am forgoing my normal Monday post , My Journey with Tiara, as I am way too emotionally and physically tired, to rehash Tiara’s past medical history. In addition, that post always takes me several hours to write and I don’t have several hours to spare today as I am having 11 people for dinner and I slept only a few hours and my house is far from perfect.
So in lieu of my normal post you get to hear about my amazing weekend. On Saturday morning while Lou was getting ready to attend a funeral in Redlands, I mentioned he ought to take Trinity with him and then head straight up to my parents mountain house in Lake Arrowhead. Lou and Trinity love going to the mountains with my parents. He looked at me and said “Really? I wanted to go, but I didn’t want to leave you alone with Tiara, I feel bad.” “No, go, I am fine, you guys have fun.” Well, I didn’t have to say it twice. He and Trinity both jumped into action, packing and making plans.
To be honest our little house sometimes feels so small on the weekends when everyone is home and I sometimes enjoy just taking care of Tiara on my own. It is a ton of work, but once she goes to sleep no one else is around to ask me questions or demand more attention except Tabitha, but it was Saturday, so clearly she wouldn’t be around. Unfortunately Tabitha inherited the party gene from her father and I, so I knew she would be gone until God knows what hour, doing whatever 19 year old’s do! I remember what I was doing at San Diego State at her age. I get the impression she may be having almost as much fun as I did.
I was just about to lose myself thinking about my glory days in San Diego when I remembered I was telling you about my non-glorious weekend with Tiara. Oh right, back to reality. So after our walk on Saturday, she napped, I cleaned, and then we went to the park and played basketball. Super exciting stuff. We then attempted to see a movie with Tabitha (you will hear about that tomorrow) which didn’t quite go as planned and so we were back home by 5:oo pm wherein Tabitha bailed us and I fixed some random frozen food from Trader Joe’s for dinner. After more basketball, a few wrestling episodes over missing her Dad, that means she is mad and trying to beat the crap out of me but I am holding her down on the ground to protect us both until she calms down, I started the night time routine. You know the stuff you do with your 2 old. Give her a bath, put lotion on, brush her teeth, put on her jammies, get on the astronaut diaper (special diaper that keeps the sheets dry so I don’t have to change the bed in the middle of the night), fight her to finish her breathing treatment, do her medicine, read her books, put on her movie and fix the Ipod. Phew! Now I get to finally sit down and it is 9:00pm and I am super tired but can’t quite fall asleep with Lou gone so I watch a few design shows on HGTV, which he would usually complain about. I normally go to bed by 10:30 but at 11:15 pm I was still awake but forced myself to go to sleep.
At 2:30 am I get a text from Tabi telling me she is sleeping at a friends. Of course I just can’t say “Ok, see you in the morning.” I feel compelled to text her back and forth making sure she isn’t doing anything stupid or “not good” as I put it. She responds several times in Capitals that she is being a “good girl” and I finally quit my tirade and try going back to sleep.
I finally doze off by 3:15am only to be awakened by Tiara at 5:00am wanting tickles on her arms and legs. I would ignore her, but I have learned from experience if I don’t comply she just jumps out of bed and starts destroying stuff or eating her way through the kitchen. I gave her the tickles until I saw her eyes close again and then attempted to turn slowly on my side, only to have her kick me and shove her arms in my face instantly. That means, more tickles Mom, and I mean now! Needless to say we were up at 5:30am for the day and I was not feeling spunky.
She proceeded to cry off and on all morning for her Dad until we finally called him at 8:00am. When he answered the phone, his voice sounded like he was still sleeping and had indulged in plenty of Chardonnay the night before. He denied it, but I knew he was lying. Really, so not fair. “Ok, Love, time to come home before Tiara kills me.” He then replied, “Ok, on our way.” Fast forward to 9:30am. I finished the morning routine. Breakfast, breathing treatment, medicine and more book reading and was just falling asleep when my door bell rang. It wouldn’t really be a big deal, but our dog is an insane protector and practically jumps through the glass and won’t stop barking until I answer it. It is one of my good friends who I had been texting with off and on all morning and she was stopping by after church to catch up in person. Once I opened the door, she realized I must have been sleeping, so she left really quick. I then had to read Tiara more books to get her back to sleep and my phone starts vibrating. I ignore it and work on falling back to sleep only to be awakened by the door bell again. What the f…?
It is Lou and Trinity and Trinity thought it would be a good idea to ring and ring and ring and ring the bell. Tiara is back awake and immediately starts going crazy. All of the sudden we are all in the family room and for some reason Tiara starts crying and yelling and throwing pillows at Tabitha and Trinity. She then turns on me as Lou comes running from the closet where he was trying to unpack. He then looks at me with these huge crazy eyes and shakes his head from side to side. “Re-entry is so not fun!” I respond, “Welcome Home, Love, Isn’t this great?”
“Oh, by the way you are on TT duty today because I have to write my blog and get ready for the dinner. love you” It is now 4:00pm and after 5 hours of Tiara in a terrible mood, he looks as if I may need to commit him to an insane asylum. The thing is once you leave and get a taste of what everyone else is doing, coming back here feels so much worse.
Have a great Monday!!!!
