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Learning to live with our kids again

This coming weekend is Easter, the weekend we travel to pick up the two kids from university. The drive to Quebec will take us anywhere from nine hours to twelve depending on traffic. Once we arrive, middle child will immediately want to start moving the contents of her apartment into the trailer, we will have brought with us, hubby will want a beer and I will want to lay down since the drive is exceptionally hard on my body.

Now middle child has lived on her own for three years, so there is three years of her crap precious belongings to bring home. Once her stuff is loaded, we will then drive over to where the teenage boy lives in residence. More crap precious belongings will be loaded into the trailer. So in less than a week, are other two children plus one large dog will be home, again. This is when our life will once again be turned upside-down. Now middle child will only be home for a couple of weeks, since she is going back for spring school, leaving us with her dog, which is a whole other set of issues.

The first thing my husband will notice will be the leftovers – they will be non-existent, and hubby loves leftovers, great for work, and snacks for when he gets home from work. Next I will notice that the tank of gas we put in the van once a month, will now last about a week, and the van will rarely be in the driveway. I can’t complain about the laundry, since my girls do their own, but the teenage boy will remind me, he is on vacation again, and thus the laundry is all mine. I will give him credit for bringing it up and down the stairs for me.

Middle child has to leave her dog with us while she returns to university for six weeks, because of new living arrangements. Bear, a mixture of German Shepherd and Doberman, is a very well-behaved dog who adores our daughter. So for the first week, he will pine for her while he also gets used to living with us again. There will be mud everywhere. We have a large yard for him to run around in, but we also have a lot of mud in our yard in the spring, if of course spring ever gets here. So along with cleaning the paws of our own little beagle, we will now have to clean the paws of Bear. The worst though, is the amount of poo outside will double, and Bear’s business is not small, plus he prefers to go wherever, whereas our dog is trained to go in the same area.

So this Easter weekend, all seven of us (five adults, two dogs) will be together again, arguments will quickly ensue as people and dogs learn to put up with each other again love each other for all of our differences again.

Note:

The fact that our youngest is nineteen years old, mom sent him a text message last night:

  • Mom: “Does the Easter Bunny need to make a stop here, he/she was wondering. (mom’s have a direct line to the Easter Bunny, Santa Claus just for such questions)
  • Teenage boy: “Tell the Easter Bunny that if he has to ask, I’m going to skewer him and roast him in a stew”
  • Mom: “Oh dear, though rabbit for Easter may be good”
  • Teenage boy: “No”

Romance for Valentine’s Day

At the beginning of the week, the eldest decided to make a tiled table for her boyfriend as a Valentine’s day gift. She worked exceptionally hard each day, creating the letter “B” out of black tiles which would be surrounded by white tiles. Then the top would be attached to a stand with a felt bottom (wouldn’t want the hardwood to get scratched). Once the table was done, off she went on the bus to the neighbouring town, to surprise her boyfriend. His mother picked her up at the station with the table, then once at his house, she put her plan into action. The table would be wrapped with tissue paper, with words of endearment written on it (there were also little toy dinosaurs), and then she would wait. Once he arrived home from work, she hid in his closet. All went according to plan, he was surprised, but knew immediately it was her work, and then said, okay where is she? Out of the closet she jumped!

The finished table in our basement.

The wrapped table in boyfriend's room

Second view of the wrapped tiled table

Different views of the table

Note: Before the boyfriend came home from work, he made a stop at the restaurant he was taking my daughter to for dinner. When they arrived at the restaurant later, she saw the reason he had stopped there earlier, lovely flowers were waiting for her on the table they were dining at.

I just spent twenty of the past twenty-four hours sleeping

What happened you might ask? Well a couple of things, first I awoke yesterday with what only I can describe as a cloud over half of my face, a headache, dizziness, and nausea. I was already on the couch, having moved there during the night because I couldn’t sleep, and didn’t want to disturb hubby. I stayed there all day, in and out of consciousness. Apparently the eldest even went so far as to check if I was breathing or not, and then she did the same with our dog. At least she checked me first, right? Eventually I moved to our bedroom, and slept another ten hours or so, only waking once to visit the washroom.

About ten years ago, around the same time my perimenopausal hot flashes started, it seems I started getting migraines. For the longest time though, I thought I had the flu. Finally I mentioned it to my doctor because I was continually sick and I became worried when the dizziness started. After this test and that test, it was determined I was suffering from migraines in addition to the perimenopause. Well, I am here to tell you that migraines and perimenopause suck big-time.

The hot flashes have decreased over the years but in their place, night sweats, which are even worse. You wake up freezing because you are soaking wet. I have chosen not to take any medication for the perimenopause symptoms or the migraines for the simple reason I am already on quite a few meds for chronic pain, fibromyalgia, degenerative disc disease, arthritis, etc. I did try a few medications for the migraines, one didn’t work and the other I was allergic too.

So after missing all of Tuesday, today I am up and feeling much better but it is one of those days where I can’t drive. Thankfully, the eldest is home to take me shopping so I may buy a birthday present for my loving husband, who continues to put up with me with all my aches and pains.

Note: My wonderful and thoughtful husband tried to blame the twenty hours of sleep on the sex we had, which made me smile, until he added I guess we won’t be doing that again! Nice try dear.

Have you ever suffered from migraines or are you going through perimenopause?