Oh, DayQuil! How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count The Ways.
Today, I actually sound worse than I feel. I sound remarkably like "The Nanny" ? nasally and whiny. It's part of my charm. I have had a miserable head cold since Saturday. It's not often that I get all the way down sick like this, but I suppose that I was "due". I haven't been really truly sick since I moved out from R's house in October! I am a firm believer that your body actually gets "run down" with stress, and this is my body's way of telling me that I need to slow down and enjoy my life again. So, at the risk of no longer supporting the pharmaceutical industry, I will do just that. I will support a fun little winery in my hometown tonight by popping the cork on a bottle of white, cranking up my fireplace, and snuggling with my beloved vellux blanket.
I've been such a bad bad blogger! I haven't updated in a few days. Please don't spank me. On second thought, please DO spank me! Anyways ... here's a rollup of the weekend:
This weekend was really tough. It was bittersweet, knowing that it's finally over. It's so funny when you realize that a beautiful stage show really is an instance of well-orchestrated mass chaos behind the scenes! I think I do what I do because the chaos and the pressure are such a huge adrenaline rush. We got a wonderful winner, a first-timer, and she's excited to be going to Miss Ohio. It really is a testament to her character that she competed in 31 pageants before actually winning a local title. Talk about perserverance! Each time, she worked harder, changed something, and tweaked her routines until it finally paid off. I call this the "Any Given Sunday" theory. You know, on any given Sunday, any team can win the Super Bowl. It just takes the right mixture of the elements, and the correct planetary alignment, for the desired effect to happen. Anyways, we will have a wonderful time with her. We already have plans for Barbie-pink t-shirts with our famous catch phrase: "we put the fun in dysfunctional!" Barbie-pink ribbons and photo buttons too! Oh, this will be FUN! This girl is so happy that she's "ours" that she has already demanded matching feather boa's (our trademark) for her family too. Apparently, the "black sheep" of the organization have quite a following. If you want the link to our website, just email me and I'll give it to you.
Also this weekend, my great-aunt passed away. She had been ill for quite some time, and she was on a full-blown Morphine drip. Even though you know things like this are coming, it still stings when it actually happens. I know in my heart that I celebrated her when she was with us, so I don't see the point in driving home and draping myself over her casket now that she's gone. She'd be pissed anyway that everyone was making such a big fuss over her she'd just tell us to quit whining and go out to dinner.
My Easter was spent on my mom and dad's couch, with Kleenex stuffed up my nostrils to stop the snot-flow. The grand sum-total of my Easter debauchery? A Schwan's sherbet bar and a piece of pizza. My family was wonderful, they indulged the Princess in lots of attention and love for the holiday, and she didn't even miss The Momma. I felt so awful that I stayed an extra day to get some rest. I enjoyed a nice breakfast at Eat N Park on Monday with my mom, and of course the constitutional trip to Target. I also did something I haven't done in more than two and a half years ... I bought a tank top from Express. I have been too heavy to wear anything from there since I got pregnant, and I was able to buy a FABULOUS embellished tank top! I am saving it for Miss Ohio week, along with a fun pair of pink capris to match the stone work on it, and a black camp shirt for over it.
The Princess' newest word? Grandma. Little booger will say "Grandma" but not "Grandpa" when he's around to hear it. And he went to work on Monday, and what did Princess say ALL DAY LONG? Yep, you guessed it ? Grandpa. She's also showing some serious potty-learning readiness signs. Her other new "thing" is to ask "WHASSAT?" and when you tell her what it is, she'll repeat it in the following format: "It's The **insert item here**!" You know, "It's the meee-yow!" or "It's the mommy!" or "It's the woof-woof!" Oh, another fun one: "It's Mommy's **insert item here**!" Every SUV is "It's Mommy's Truck!" and every red car is "It's Daddy's Car!" Oh my goodness, what happened to my little tiny helpless baby? She's getting so big, I just can't seem to make her stop.
No real news on the R front. After sending that long email on Wednesday last week, he has been really communicative and nice. I'm not reading too much into it, really, because I'm actually afraid to. I don't want to hold out hope anymore. I just am ready for a resolution to everything, because this waiting and holding pattern is emotionally draining. Luckily, I will be busy this week with preparations for my meeting on Saturday, and with completing my final exam for my remaining class. The 22nd is next Thursday, so that will be the end of the line for me. That's "put up or shut up" day. My head says it's time to let it go if there's no forward motion by then, and I really hope that my heart is able to listen.
I have to finish my final exam for my class this week. I really need to buckle down and do it, but I'm so sleepy that I just may take a nap. Decisions, decisions.