Let's Celebrate!

I haven’t blogged in a long time. There are reasons for that. I am not going into it right now. However, I have to get this little rant out…

Let me toss into this that my morning started off well (after I shook off the nightmares). Jason brought me some coffee and then went to run some errands. I had some time to myself to just play around a bit on my computer which is something I don’t do much anymore.

Today is the day to celebrate my birthday with my family. This usually includes dinner out, cake at home, maybe a family board game. Pretty laid back stuff. When anyone has asked me what I’m doing this weekend for my birthday, my response has been: my mother is coming over to “celebrate” my birthday. Why is the word in quotes you may ask?

This morning:

9am phone call to mother

Brenda: Morning Mom. How are you?

Mother: Good morning…good, how are you?

Brenda: I’m good, thanks. Did we ever finalize what time you’re coming over today?

Mother: No, in fact we didn’t talk about it at all.

Brenda: Yes we did.

Mother: Well first you said you wanted to do it this weekend either Saturday or Sunday. Then you called back and said it would be easier Saturday and then you hung up.


Brenda: Mom, I did not hang up on you. And we stopped the conversation about Saturday because you started talking about movers.

Mother: Well yes we did talk about moving but you just ended the conversation rather abruptly. You haven’t included me in any of the celebration plans.

Brenda: Because there really aren’t any. How about you come over around 12:30 ish.

Mother: Okay, I’ll be there at 12:30 ish. What are we doing?

Brenda: I thought we’d go to Fazoli’s then come back to the house and hang out, maybe play a game.

<side note: Fazoli’s lasagna is the only dish outside of the house that I have been able to eat successfully. Whatever way they bake it makes it soft enough and saucy enough to mash and swallow. Dipping their ultra soft breadsticks in the sauce also helps me get those down. Well, at least the middle of them.>

Mother: Are we eating there? Or are we bringing it home?

Brenda: I want to eat it there so it’s hot and the breadsticks are fresh.

Mother: (laughter) Oh, okay, well whatever you want to do. I thought we’d want to bring it home.

Brenda: Nope, want to eat it there.

Mother: What are we doing about a cake?

Brenda: Jason got one.

Mother: Are we taking it to Fazoli’s with us? (laughter)

Brenda: Ummm…no, that is part of the coming back home part. We always come back home for cake.

Mother: Well, do you think Jason would mind if we run over to Best Buy today because they have TV’s I’d like to look at?

Brenda: Well, that’s a fun birthday celebration!

Mother: (laughter)

Brenda: I guess we can go after Fazoli’s.

Mother: Okay! See you around 12:30 ish.
　

Well, that was fun.

Next up:  (nutshell version) Joshua woke up. Not too bad of a mood. I told him he needed to wash his face. Jason went to help him with that (acne medication soap). Halfway through Joshua began to freak out. He didn’t want that soap or whatever. Jason told him to get back and just finish because it was already started. Joshua yelled at him, Jason yelled back, Joshua told him he was acting like an asshole, Jason said he’s wasn‘t, Joshua told him he was because he was cussing, Jason hadn’t cussed but told him that he ‘hasn’t even seen cussing yet‘, I told Joshua that his dad hadn’t cussed and to just stop arguing and get it done, Joshua said that he had heard cussing because he’d heard the F bomb come out of his mouth, Jason said he ‘hasn’t heard cussing yet‘, Joshua says yes he has. I yelled for them to stop arguing. It continued. Finally the face washing process was over. Jason returned to the bedroom, Joshua followed him. Joshua asked me if his face looked good. I looked at him and said yes. Joshua sat next to me and told me that I didn’t even look at his face. I told him that I did, looked again and said it looked good. Joshua said something smart and I told him to stop. He started arguing again. I shook my head and said in a whisper “happy celebration day to me”. Joshua argued again about who knows what. Jason told him to just stop. Joshua said “you know what, I’m going downstairs!” I said “good”. He stomped downstairs muttering and talking and Jason screamed “Joshua shut up!” Then he turned to me and apologized. I just stared at my computer screen. In a few seconds Joshua hollered up the stairs “Daddy, will you make me an egg?” Let me just say that as I sit up here listening to the cooking and the talking…there are still sharp tongues wagging in between the calmness.

Now I ask you…at what point do you think my depression is going to jump up off of this bed and leap into the arms of vitality?