My little ‘Murican

T is a comedian. I am not sure if the video will upload or even play. But he is hilarious. I do not know where he got this accent from all of a sudden. However this blog is not about him even though I am sharing his video lol.  Okay maybe this blog is a little bit about him.

This has been a fabulous week for me and T. We sat three times at the dinner table. Thursday evening we didn’t but T played on the couch next to me as I ate. (He had already eaten dinner at AK’s before I picked him up.) And Friday well omg!

Friday I awoke and was not feeling good. Stomach was just rolling and as I sat at the kitchen table trying to wake up I was like ‘please do not let me throw up, please do not let me throw up’. I despise throwing up. Hate it. I didn’t but the nausea stayed with me. My body was starting to ache and if I moved to quickly, the floor waved at me. I swallowed hard and went to work, thinking that I could do it. I could not. I was counting inventory and came up short no matter how I looked at it. My head was throbbing. I needed to be at home in bed. So I went. I text K2 asking her to write down my hours and laid down. Immediately I was up and running to the bathroom.

Whatever it was it all came up and out. I had had nothing to eat since the previous night. So basically it was bile. TMI? Think how I felt as it all spewed out of me. It was like every dark monster that I had ingested decided to eject itself from me. All the anguish and anxiety, all the ebony moments that make me cry, gone. You wonder why I am making this analogy? Because after it happened, although exhausted, I did not feel like shit.

This week I have been flying. Okay Tuesday was a peculiar day but my circle enclosed me in warm hugs and love and I got through it. I still was happy at times. Eventually though I have to fall down and go boom. Friday happened to be that day. I wish that it had not been Friday, I would have rather worked and than crashed, but I have no control over this. What I can hope for is that there won’t be a requirement for a sick day for another ten months or so. I believe that I may have to discuss with my boss the need for a mental health day. He needs to understand that even though for the most part I have my depression under control, there are going to be days when it creeps up on me. This is the nature of depression.

So last night I did not feel like cooking supper. We had pizza and cheese stix. Well T had pizza and cheese stix. I nibbled at my pizza but my stomach although empty was not quite ready to accept sustenance. Both of us were abed by 10 p.m. Protests on my part begging on T’s.

I was awake at 5 a.m. this morning. T followed me an hour later. Yes folks he was up at 6 a.m. despite my yelling at him to go back to sleep. His response, his mattress is bad and he has a hard time sleeping on it. At 9 we left to have breakfast and go shopping.

We went through the fastest food drive thru and it was awesome, no cars in front of us. I almost did not know where to stop. But we got our food. 2 of everything for T and 1 of everything to me. Ate everything, until, I saw it. I pulled it free of the cheese and showed it to T who immediately said ‘oh gross mom it is a ladybug.’ Now, I do not want to smear the good name so I will add that it could have been a crisp of piece off the bacon. However that had been my first thought and now I was grossed out. Off we went to Wal-Mart.

That is where the below video took place. T also wanted a onsie. And I caved. I am shaking my head.

As we are walking up to the store, he looks up and realizes that there are two flags. One is the Canadian Flag. One is the Manitoba flag. However, he believes that the Manitoba flag is an American flag. And he is yelling this to me at the top of his lungs despite being right next to me. I do think I finally got it through to him that it was not the American flag. Forgot to find and show him one will have to google it.

We had an amazing time shopping. T got his onsie. He also turned into an 80 year old man in front of my eyes as he stated ‘those were the memories’ talking about 4 months ago. He found a mattress that his dad offered to help me with.

That was really the whole point to this blog. How his dad and me have grown and become adults. T and me were talking about K3 and his parent/teacher conference. He would like her to be there. So I shot off a text to her. Also wants to get her a present so I had to find out her size and color likes or dislikes.

I appreciate that M wants to help me. It has taken me a bit to be okay with it. I am a strong independent woman lol, why should I need help? But there are times that I do. So if help is offered than I need to be gracious in accepting it.

Our week is drawing to an end so I am going to go spend more time laughing and chilling with my son. My heart, my love, my heart and soul. No one will ever hold a claim to my heart like he does. Every day I am amazed at this child who is a part of me, my life.

T also told me last week that I deserve to be published. Just for that I think I will keep him.



Snow Chicken

Went yesterday to the Ex’s to have him replace the two wheel studs that had broken off my tire when he put the snow tire on the rear driver side and my plug to plug the car in. Yes, Saturday, despite years of constant checking, I drove off with my car plugged in. The cord remained plugged into the outlet and the plug ripped free from the car. Ah yes, the shades of red my face was Saturday night when I arrived home from work, was hidden by the darkness.  The ‘Are you f***ing kidding me?’ as I shook my head and ground my teeth in frustration, was pure comedy.

This is also my week with T so I killed two birds with one stone and he came home with me once the Ex was all done with the repairs.  We also discussed a few things with regards to T, and how we were going to go together and help T out with a purchase of a gaming system that he wants. I am the lesser of the idiots when it comes to gaming platforms so I shall be the one doing the research and looking around for the best deal. T wants an Xbox 360 except I have discovered that Xbox has its next generation Xbox One out. There was also a discussion with regards to language.

Remember how T dropped the f bomb on me? Well apparently he has been really vulgar at his dad’s. Yesterday he was asked if he was allowed to swear at my place and obviously his answer was no. So they wanted to know why he thought he could swear while at his dad’s? I am sure that T is going to long for the days when his dad and me did not talk for no sooner was he in the car with his seatbelt on than the question was asked: I understand that you have been swearing a lot what is that all about? I don’t know, as he looks at his lap.

Look I am not an idiot. I know that he swears. I am not so far removed from my own vulgarity and the recalled horror of the one time I dropped the ‘f’ bomb on mom, but there is a place and a time. The place and time right now is not within hearing distance of any adult and only with your friends. As I said, I know it happens, I do not need to hear it too.

We talked all the way home with a few laughs. Found out how far he was in his Call of Duty game. Learned that a new one was coming out and soon all his on-line friends would be playing that and not the one he had. Which lead to a discussion about how he would have to earn money to purchase said game, that they were not free. I do believe that he is beginning to understand that money is not something that grows on trees.

Although it is only the beginning of winter, there is already a snow pile in both the parking lot of the gas station next door and a wee one next to the building. We were going over the rules of snow hills. No sliding down snow hills that are piled up at the street corners. No sliding down hills in parking lots. The one on the side of the building is okay as now no one can park there. (It is our visitor parking)

We are sitting at the red light discussing the rules. I look over and read the sign for a local restaurant: 9 pc Chester Chicken with fries and 2 liter pop $5 off.

‘And T I really do not want you to be run over by a chicken.’

I knew as soon as it came out of my mouth. And I howled. T looked at me like I had suddenly sprouted wings and repeated ‘a chicken mom’?

I pointed over to the sign and he read it and looked at me. I am giggling uncontrollably because I totally know what happened. I was saying the standard ‘I don’t want you to get hit by a car’ at the same time as I was processing the sign about the sale on chicken and those wires crossed.  This is not the first time nor will it be the last time it happens. I am the Queen of wires crossing and the weirdest things coming out of my mouth. I have asked people if they would like milk for their bags? Would they like cereal in boxes? Some days I think it might be better for me to keep my mouth shut, but the comedy is gold I tell you.

The start of our week was awesome. What with the laughing and snow hills and all. Just remember folks to watch out for those deadly snow chickens, you never know when they will appear.

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