My Husband, My Friend

Mr. Wonderful is an absolute saint. We had the discussion a few weeks ago, around our anniversary, that after 5 years of marriage, we still are not tired of being around each other. We still look forward to coming home every night and getting to see the other, talk to the other, hug the other. But today my heart is breaking. It is temporary, but, nonetheless, it is breaking. Mr. Wonderful left today for five days. He has gone on another work trip to Boca. Now I know that he was looking forward to it. He has not stopped talking about this steak house that he and Justin ate at every day three years ago when they were there for two weeks. He even booked their hotel directly across the street from the steak house, so they could take full advantage of it. But for some reason, this trip is affecting me more than the others did. I have been absolutely sobbing all morning long. I caused everyone else to cry this morning during the goodbyes. I have been a baby today. This is the first trip he has been on since I have been working. That means, that I still have to get up and go to work, but have to get all three kids ready for school, get them to my sister to be dropped off, get them all picked up, dropped off the places that they need to go in the evenings, go to school myself, supper cooked, kids bathed, etc. But that is not even what I am worried about. He kept saying, "I'll be back. I promise." But he can't promise that. I have allowed worry that something will happen to him to compromise my rationality. I allow thoughts to creep into my head of the phone call that I would receive if something happened to him. And thoughts of what life would be like, how miserable I would be, if he did not return. I know that God is protecting him. I know this. I know this. But he is the person that I think of first when I need to tell something to--like when these idiots at school do something stupid. I need to talk to him every night. Not only to know that he is okay, but because he is my best friend and I absolutely cannot, will not, go a day without hearing his voice.

Oh the pain!

I spent most of the day in pain. I was at school this morning, doing my normal stuff, and I got sick. I ran to the bathroom only to have a horrible bout of "the runs." But upon leaving the bathroom, I started having horrible stomach pain and was nauseated and very close to passing out. Out SRO escorted me to the teacher's lounge to wait on the nurse. After about 30 minutes of unrelenting pain, she called my doctor who told me to go to the emergency room. Mr. Wonderful came and got me and took me to the ER. The dr. there told me that he really wasn't sure whether it was a stomach virus or the early onset of gastrointeritis (sp?) or a case of constipation. He treated me for the latter of the three. Since being home, I have had several bouts with ye olde toilette, and have had severe stomach cramping. I took a short nap, but was worried I would oversleep and miss picking up Ryan before he gets on the bus.

On another note: I received a shocking email last night. It was requesting my help in planning the wedding reception of my best friend who got married yesterday. Without telling her best friend. Without even so much as a hint. I obviously would not have been able to be there because of school, but that was not the way that I wanted this to happen. She has been dating this professor for, I guess, a year or more. I guess the most shocking thing was hearing it from her sister. But, Geeg called me last night and I talked to her and expressed that I was happy for her, but was really quite angry that she did not tell me. I guess it really was not anger so much as hurt. Deeply hurt. She was the MOH at my wedding. Anyway, she explained to me that no one really was told except her immediate family and his parents. They did not even tell his siblings. So I guess that I am not hurt anymore.

The death of me

The Georgia Bulldogs are going to be the death of me. I love me some Dawgs. But the stress. I. can't. handle. the. stress. They always do this to me. They make a close game out of something that never should have been. The Sucky Carolina Gamecocks. I mean--come on. The QB's name is Smelley and the PK is Succup. They deserve to lose. But the Dawgs made it a close one. A highly superior defense fell apart in the second half and a highly superior offense struggled to find its stride in the first. Let me tell you why they are killing me. My blood pressure rises to a level where my head is pounding. I have to leave the room to regain consciousness or at least to avoid losing it. I think I am going to develop an aneurysm from this unhealthy rise in my blood pressure. But they won..and after all, that is what matters!! 3-0, baby. 3-0! So what if I am lying on the couch, bleeding internally. The Dawgs are winning!

We had a good day at my niece's birthday party. She had it at Pump It Up. I don't know if this is a chain or an individual place, but if you don't know what it is, it is so cool. They have two different play areas that are rented out for birthday parties. They have inflatable obstacle courses, a huge inflatable slide, a bouncy basketball court, and a round bouncy thing. It is a two- hour party. The kids (and some adults) play for about 1 1/2 hours, then you go to the party room where they serve the food and cake. It costs about $275 but there is no setup, no cleanup, they supply everything but the cake, and the kids are entertained outside of your house for 2 hours. This is definitely a consideration for Bro Man's party b/c it is in January and it ALWAYS rains on his party day. ALWAYS!

Well, the girls are spending the night with my parents and I have been awake since 3:30, so I think I am going to get some shut eye--while I can. Tomorrow I have to do lesson plans and read two articles in my textbook. You think I would take advantage of the girls being gone and get some of that done now--but nope. I am a procrastinator, and it would give procrastinators everywhere a bad name. And I can't take that kind of pressure. Just knowing that procrastinators everywhere would be blaming me...even thinking about it makes me break out in hives!!

Never Forget

Today is a day in history that I will never forget. I, along with my co-workers, had just arrived at work. My boss came in to tell us that the first tower had been hit. We were shocked and amazed. Then he came back a few minutes later to tell us that the second tower had been hit. It was then that we realized that this was not a chance accident. We did not know at the time that it was a terror attack. All we knew was what the news was speculating, and that was that the planes had been hijacked. My boss pulled a tv into the conference room, and the rest of the day, we spent huddled around the television. He did not complain that we were not working. I think he just knew. We all felt violated and scared and nauseated. How big was this attack going to be? Then the Pentagon. Then the fourth plane. Would this ever stop??? I think this fear was as great as the serial snipers from a few years back.


Onto another note, I had three students yelling at one another in class today. I told them to go out and got accused of being a racist because I did not send any white students into the hallway. OK, but the three students weren't white and the white ones weren't in the disagreement. I am so fair that it is not even funny. I have a feeling that this one will lead to a mama visit. Oh well. I did nothing wrong. I know that. The students know that. And so does the girl that called me a racist and then told the principals that I was being racist.