Visiting MaMa

I was visiting Mom yesterday and we were all watching the roommate's TV. I've mentioned before that Mom's roommate is quiet. She only speaks when she knows I have candy and if I get too close to her space. Even then she uses as few words as possible. I met her daughter yesterday. Her daughter is as loud as she is quiet. She's pretty over the top even for me. She gave a full commentary on the Oprah show. I felt like I needed to agree with her on everything she said. She wasn't rude, just in your face. She kind of scared me. Her Mom scares me, but in a different way. I was hoping Mom didn't make one of her wrinkly nose faces, or say something like; "why is she talking so loud?" It wasn't all unpleasant. At least it broke up the monotony of the day for Mom.

I still have a really hard time visiting Mom. I feel helpless and that word is not in my vocabulary. At least I bring Mom some pleasure when I refill her candy dish with Almond Kisses. The roommates daughter brought her an avocado. Really??? who just eats avocados with nothing else????? And why is that a treat????? If I told Mom I brought her an avocado, I would definitely get the wrinkly nose face.

Do You Know The Shepawitz?

It was a busy weekend. The Shepawitz came to visit. "Who are the Shepawitz?" you ask. The Shepawitz aka the triplets. Nicholas still has a hard time with his "T's". Very funny and cute. Nicholas says Addy is his girlfriend. We're not sure how that will pan out. Technically she could be his girlfriend since they are not "blood" related, but both Julie and I think that we will try and discourage that relationship. Auntie Lorrie was here too! We had a good time just chillin. Our big outing for the weekend was going to Target. We all watched more than our share of Dora The Explorer. I'm a bad Nanu because when they asked for more Dora I told them she went on vacation. I didn't care what other cartoon we watched as long as it wasn't Dora. Again we were limited in our TV choices because guess what??????? Our Dish DVR wasn't working. We are now on DVR receiver #4. When the guys came out today they actually did some work outside on the lines which I think has been the problem the entire time. He supposedly upgraded our DVR with a different model. He said the one we had was a piece of junk. How reassuring. So far it's working. I'm a little bit happier too because I called and got a month's credit on my bill. I figured that was the least they could do.

Everything is quiet here now. I'm not sure what to do with myself. Julie is on the road back home. I hope the kids are cooperating for her. They were a little out of sorts when they left. I know how they feel though. It's always hard to travel and be away from your own bed.

I'm looking forward to going to Zumba, my pj's, a few glasses of wine and relaxing in front of the TV. The only thing that will be missing is the Shepawitz all sitting on my lap!

Wild Weekend

I'm pretty sure I have traumatized the triplets for life. I won't know for sure until they wake up in the morning. If they run from me screaming in terror then I will know. Julie and the kids came this weekend for a visit, which up until around 4:30 yesterday was going really well. Julie started getting nerve pain in the side of her face; which she has had on one other occasion. Not sure of the cause, but the pain is excruciating! I've never felt so helpless. There was nothing anyone could do to help and medications weren't touching the pain. So while Joe took care of Julie, I entertained the triplets. We built a fire and I taught them how to break sticks with their feet. We had a great time. It got to be time for them to go to bed. I wanted to put them to sleep (WAIT...not like that) I mean put them to bed. So Joe and Amanda and I began to attempt to change diapers and get on pjs. Oh Hell no! That was not happening. Addy and Harrison were screaming and flailing around. Connor actually got the concept that mommy was debilitated so he cooperated with the effort. We finally got diapers on. No pj's though, I figured t shirts were fine. All the while poor Julie is in the living room in terrible pain listening to her children being tortured. It wasn't really torture, it just sounded like it.
It is now 3:00am and Joe and Julie are in the ER and I am here with the kids (who are sleeping...praise the Lord) writing my blog. I should be in bed because I just realized that come morning I will probably be the one to get up with them and I am going to need all the energy I can muster to fight off the retalitory attack. Wish me luck!
I'm figuring that in 10 years or so we will all look back on this and laugh; that is if they are talking to me by then.