Dharmafrog

Life Updated

First of all, having a cold is crap. Just in case you didn’t know that. Having sinuses filled with what seems like silly putty and a medium sized dog sit on your chest, all the while trying to do your job and remembering your kids’ names, is. Not. Cool.

So in the 2 weeks since Toppy the Lap top’s near drowning accident, she has been running like a champ and has shown no residual effects of her three and a half day coma. Note to self: always watch your laptops around water!

After another week of, The Battle For My Counter Top Territory, it “seems” that the ANTS have given up and retreated, for now. 

I live to fight another day.

James is handling being 36 very well. He had me put beard dye on the shopping at Target list, sigh. Once we were in the shaving/hair removal/hair coloring products that are just for men, he debated and decided not to color his magnificent manly beard.

He says, because they do not have red beard dye, I say, because I hugged him right there in the store isle, and told him that I love the grey in his beard and it didn’t make him look old AT ALL!

The world may never know which the real reason is, but James is making 36 look real good!

Today I somehow found the energy to clean out Cameron’s toy box, and do a little shopping with my guys, which is where I almost had a panic attack.

There I was, at the check out, waiting for my items to be scanned, as the slowest cashier available, SLOWLY scanned each of my items made of apparent glass. Cameron decided that, that was the perfect time to melt down with yelling and crying. Bryce thought that it was also the perfect time to try to tell me an important fact about how ridiculously awesome transformers are, and Liam unsuccessfully tried to talk Cameron down.

tick. tick. tick. tick. tick. tick.

Is it just just me, or does having other people in line behind you at a store, staring at your soon-to-be-purchased items, make your heart beat irregular, and you feel like you can’t catch your breath, and if you could just knock down every single thing in your path to get to those doors, then you might not explode into little mushy pieces??

Just as I was mapping out my exit and ready to scream Mel Gibson-style at anyone who got in my way… I looked up and saw my James walk around the registers, my sweet sweet heroic James riding his crystal white tiger to my rescue!!

I thank God for this man every day, silently, in bed, laying next to James as he sleeps.

Today as I stood there trying not to cry, I had to actually bite my lip to prevent a loud “Thank You Jesus!” from leaving my mouth.

Tonight I will be dyeing the grey out of my hair, while praying that when the day comes for my children, who will become men, to put my old and crusty self into A Home, they are more than generous with their decision, and that I will spend my last years drinking mojitos by the pool, with my hero drinking his chamomile tea by my side.