Hi, you’ve reached Stacey…I can’t get to my phone so leave me a message….BEEP…
“OH MY GOD. You are not going to believe what I just did. I just ordered a corsage for a GIRL that my son is taking to a DANCE tonight. A CORSAGE. A DANCE. A GIRL. MY SON. Did you hear me? Can you believe it? I’m freaking out. Do you know what I did with boys at dances? I kissed boys at dances. KISSED. What if that’s what they do? OHMYGODIMFREAKINGOUT.

I know you have important things to worry about right now. Like your final exams of your last semester of college. And maybe that huge project you’ve been working on. Or your job. Or your two kids. I know you have stuff going on…BUT YOU MUST DROP IT ALL! Did you hear me? GIRL. CORSAGE. DANCE. DATE.”

BEEEEEEP

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Hi, you’ve reached Stacey…I can’t get to my phone so leave me a message….BEEP…
“OHMYGOD. Your voicemail totally just cut me off. What if you didn’t get my message? What if you didnt hear the emergency. Here it is: MY SON IS GOING TO A DANCE WITH A GIRL TONIGHT. That is the emergency. You must drop whatever you are doing and call me back because I think I’m going to ground him and I can’t think of a good reason. Should I buy some weed and plant it in his room and then be all LilZ! There’s weed in your room! You’re grounded! Should I? Or maybe ‘accidentally’ lock him in his room and then ‘lose’ the key? I MUST STOP HIM.”

BEEEEEP

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Hi, you’ve reached Stacey…I can’t get to my phone so leave me a message….BEEP…
“OH MY GOD. Your cell phone keeps hanging up on me! Okay. Here’s the quick version in case you missed my last two messages: LilZ has a date tonight with a girl and I want to stop it from happening. Forever. Is it too late for an all-boy boarding school? Do you know of one open right now that I could ship him too? CALL ME.”

The damn cats woke me up at 4am this morning, not like I probably wouldn’t have gotten up at that time anyway, but I wouldn’t have anything to blame it on then! So - The damn cats! I hate them!

I was about in tears last night whining to MrZ about how tired I was. I think I went on some tirade about how exhausting my life is and how MrZ doesn’t appreciate me and the things I do and, “I’m just so tired.” Luckily, MrZ has learned when I get in those moods that the best thing is not to try to defend himself, but instead to just nod his head and wait for me to pass out. Which I did, about 30 seconds later. SO TIRED.

Of course, MrZ had been helping his brother move into his house all day. So, I’m lucky he didn’t opt for the, “Whatever, woman. Try moving furniture all day then we’ll talk exhausting” response. It’s funny the things you learn about marriage the longer you’re married. Like, Rule #458: Don’t try to use logic when the speaker is having an emotional breakdown.

So - back to the grindstone today. This is probably one of those days I could stand to drink coffee non-stop all day long. And possibly whiskey.

(P.S. - for those of you who missed the announcement, I changed blogging platforms so you’ll need to re-add me to you feedreaders like Bloglines. Sorry!)

Okay. Have you noticed I’m having to moderate comments on my blog now? That your comments aren’t immediately published? Well…that’s because I’m having some MT issues. And last night it got really ugly as LilZ gave me a backrub (yes, I know he’s awesome…) while I had a panic attack fearing a loss of my entire blog. I kept thinking this was MY fault somehow…turns out? Not so much.

I figured this out because I tried setting up Wordpress on my TV Addict site. Turns out? There are a different set of issues there. After investigating I’ve discovered it’s the fault of my host and some upgrade/maintenance/annoying behavior that has thrown things for a loop in the database arena.

Let’s just say that none of this makes my anxiety level drop. At least if it’s a problem I cause, I can try to fix it. When it’s caused by them, I’m at their mercy - and what if they don’t fix it? Then what? I’ll cry. That’s what.

So - comments still being moderated. Blood pressure rising and headache ensuing. Good times.

BAH. Yesterday sucked. Could you tell? I mean, S.U.C.K.E.D. I’ve been a poor single Mom, going to college full-time and working full-time and still don’t feel like I ever was under as much stress as I am now. Which means my stress threshold must have lowered significantly in the last eight years. So - I will use this week’s Thursday Thirteen to allow me to vent the really lame things I’m stressing out about.

Thirteen Things That Are Making Me A Wee Bit Anxious Lately

1. There are stressful “issues” at work that I wish I could talk about but (a) It would bore you to death and (b) It would bore me to death.
2. NikkiZ is refusing to eat cereal, the ONE thing during the last month we could always guarantee she would eat, even when she was sick. Since she hates fruit, I’m going to have to give her teachers squash to feed her for breakfast. Yum. Squash for breakfast.
3. LilZ is suffering from an inability to remember anything I ask him to do. EVER. You know, like bring home the lunch box that he left at school a week ago. (My Dad likes to call this affliction, “Being Just Like His Mother.”)
4. There’s a constant war waging between Zoot - She Who Can Do Everything Without Asking for Help and Zoot - If She Doesn’t Get Some Help Around the House She May Kill Someone
5. I’m still trying to lose the last 5-8 lbs of pregnancy weight that I’ve been losing and gaining back bits and pieces of for about 2 months now. I’ll be like, “Yay! I’m almost there!” and then binge for the next week putting it all back on. I know my pre-pregnancy weight is just a random number and if I’m this close I should be happy. BUT - it’s the number that will make it OVER. I feel like until I reach that number on the scale, I’m still “carrying pregnancy weight” and I just want to be able to know I’m done with that. It will be a year in six weeks, I need to reach the goal by then.
6. I have my 5K on Saturday. Can you believe me, the queen of EXCERCISE IS EEEVIL, is running a 5K on Saturday. EEK.
7. So much TV. So little time.
8. One of my long time best friends may be moving to Las Vegas. This makes me very sad. She is only a short drive away right now, and where I may not take advantage of that as much as I should? It was nice knowing she was that close. Las Vegas is a wee more than a weekend drive away.
9. NikkiZ seems to have successfully transitioned to sleeping through the night. This fact is NOT stressing me out. However, she is doing it In. Her. Crib. I miss her in bed with us so bad. I sleep HORRIBLY now. I know that sounds moronic to those of you who don’t co-sleep, but if you co-sleep - you understand, right? I miss her.
10. There’s a certain baby’s birthday coming up soon and I guess I should, maybe, plan her a party? I guess?
11. My house. There are so many things I need to be doing in my house. Carrying up the stuff to the attic that I’ve been putting of for six months would be one thing. Let’s don’t discuss the closet on the floor or the books boxed up for the last year.
12. I still haven’t begun to read the Series of Unfortunate Events books and the last one comes out in a few weeks. I MUST READ THEM ALL BEFORE THEN. Why? Because I told myself I would. And Myself gets very angry when I don’t do things I tell her I’ll do.
13. I have an anniversary coming up. I have no ideas for presents and very little extra cash to spend on the ideas I don’t have. What is the 3rd anniversary? Traditional: Leather. Contemporary: Crystal/Glass. MrZ always gets me stuff that follows the guidelines but I can never think of anything good that does. So I always get him something lame. Like a book. Well, last year I gave him a baby, but you know - it’s usually a book.

it’s one of those days. work is so busy i don’t have time to eat. when i go to feed nikkiz i realize i forgot to bring her refill of wipes. i have to go to target to get some, taking away from precious work hours trying to finish a project that is taking way longer than it should. work is stress. stress is work. the baby is crying and whining and needing to be held all day. she has refused to eat cereal every morning this week, meaning she’s starving when i go to feed her for the first time. i leave work not having completed anything i should have completed by the end of the day. long drive home. had to run by target (again) to get milk and orange juice. finally home. lilz forgets to do his chores for the fiftieth time this month. i freak out and yell a lot more than i should. laundry is waiting. dishes are waiting. the baby still needs to be held. lilz’s chores still need to be done. i snapped at mrz and he snapped at me. it made me cry, even though i snapped at him first. the baby still wants to be held so i can’t use the shift key. i apologize to lilz for yelling, only to yell again a few minutes later. it’s hot in the house and the baby keeps crying. the dishes still need done. laundry needs to now be moved to the dryer. dinner is almost ready. the baby is still crying. even though i’m holding her. she is probably stressing by proxy.

one of those days.