Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Good Vs. Bad

I'm currenlty eating chocolate chip cooke dough ice cream, wondering if my hard working husband will get home before I go to bed, and staring at a pile of laundry that looks like it would be best folded while watching more of my Gossip Girl additction.

It's difficult to think in clear sentences with so much excitement going on around me so I'm going to simply things tonight.  Let's just do a straight good news vs. bad news report.

Good News:
Aiden and Cole are no longer sleeping in the same room so I no longer fear wake ups or drawn out bedtimes.

Bad News:
Aiden has his room back because my parents left after 25 days of staying with us, supporting us, and being a part of our lives, which we all loved. I don't want to be the adult in charge again, at all.

Good News:
Cole and Aiden both were happy when I told them I made chicken for dinner, or at least pretended to be, which makes me equally satisfied.

Bad News:
After stating that I "made" chicken for dinner I didn't hear a large exhale of cigarette smoke and my Father's voice telling me I can't "make" chicken, I prepare it.  This was by far the most stressful part of his 25 days here.  Every time I stated I was making something for dinner I feared he would collapse in anger.  "You don't make chicken!  You prepare chicken!" 

I don't know why he didn't ever believe me that I was actually constructing a chicken. 

Sidenote:  Can I tell you how much fun it was to grow up with someone correcting your grammar at every turn, including during tear filled emotional outpourings.  "Sorry you feel so sad Leslie, but it's actually Alissa and me, not Alissa and I...use me when it's the object of a preposition."   Super warm and fuzzy.

Good News: 
Everyone is feeling a little less sad around here.  Cole keeps forgetting that Indiana has died, and I feel less and less like someone punched me in the stomach every time I look at one of Indiana's regular napping spots.

Bad News:
When I asked Stella where the doggy was yesterday, purely out of perverse curiosity to see what she would do, she simply said no and didn't do her usual, adorable questioning face and hand gesture.  When I mentioned this to my parents over dinner they were very quick to remind me that Stella forgets about everything very quickly at her age, even giving the example that if I were to go away, in a month she wouldn't even know me.  Awesome.  I feel better now.

Good News:
My house looks almost as clean as when my cleaning woman, the most amazing Maribel, was still working for me. 

Bad News:
I was in fact the one to clean it.  I never even bothered to put on underwear beneath my sweats today and have actual dirt marks on the knees of my sweatpants from scrubbing the floor.  I do not like.

Good News:
My Mom put half of a banana on her cereal this morning.

Bad News:
The half a banana thing is one of my great pet peeves with my parents.  There is a perpetual influx of fly attatracting banana halves lying around my kitchen when they visit.  Why, oh why, can't they committ to an entire banana?  Even Stella eats a whole banana.

Good News:
We recently reinstated our DVR service for a mere $10 a month, finally giving us access to the Opraph Winfrey Network.

Bad News:
I have yet to discover a show on the OWN that I feel any desire to watch.  What up Oprah?

Good News:
I caught the last 15 minutes of Dance Mom's season premiere.

Bad News:
I caught the last 15 mintues of Dance Mom's season premiere.  That show is scary.

Good News:
Stella loves the Crocs she found when I was going through Cole's old shoes.

Bad News:
She will not take them off to sleep or bathe.  She has a serious mental condition.  It's not even like they are cool shoes, they are Crocs.

Good News:
Cole informed me last night that he is, "brimming with the love of Jesus in his heart."

Bad News:
He's brimming for a little girl in his class.  Uh-oh.

Good News:
I have watched 24 out of the 87 Gossip Girl episodes available on Netflix.

Bad News:
I have watched 24 out of the 87 Gossip Girl episodes available on Netflix.  I'm a sad woman.

But seriously, episode 25 is waiting and I have a clean house to enjoy before my kids wake up and destroy it.

By the way....I am so grateful for all of the amazing messages, phone calls, and texts I have recieved about Indiana. This whole thing has just sucked beyond words, but there is nothing like a tough situation to make me feel loved. Thank you to each and every one of you that reached out to me. 

10 comments:

Lynda Halliger-Otvos said...

Honey, you are so thoughtful to thank us; if we could reach we'd hug and dissolve into tears again. Crying has become almost second nature for me these past years: from my sister to bff's sweetest old dog and all the sentients between.

Let your synapses reroute themselves and know that Indy will always be with you.

Cynthia Meents said...

It was my ex-husband who always informed me that I couldn't "make" chicken. Also, that the kids' toys weren't "in" the floor; they were "on" the floor. You can't really divorce your dad though. That's how I solved my problem. (There were a few other issues as well.)

Sara @ Domestically Challenged said...

wait, parents there for how many days? Wow, you are brave. Did I miss why they were there? Missing a pet sucks. I cried for over a week when my 18 year old cat was put down. Shoot, now i am tearing up. I am glad you found some "goods" too.

momnextdoor said...

I love this post! I think you should do more like this! I nearly died laughing when you said you didn't bother putting on underwear to clean your house.

I love you. I really do.

And I concur with Sara. Did we know about your parents being there for so long?

alanna rose said...

I hear yu on OWN. So much potential. So much disappointment.

Missy said...

Like your dad, my NINE year old insists on correcting my grammar ALL the time. And I graduated with a degree in English. With honors. Thanks, always makes a mom feel appreciated when her tween knows grammar better than she does. ;)

Two Normal Moms said...

I love the good news - bad news format.

BTW, I "made" beef for dinner. :-P

Kimberly said...

The half-banana thing is one of my biggest pet peeves, too. And I just posted about my two-year-old correcting my grammar, so don't be too hard on yourself. My mom was an English teacher, so I grew up with a lot of the same corrections.

jessie bobsy said...

That was hilarious. Don't you think Crocks are good shoes? Come on! At least they are comfortable.

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Maia Dobson said...

I like Crocs for my kids but I'd stick to oetzi3300 shoes. They're comfortable and they're not slippery.