February 16, 2011 by Marj Hatzell
Look that title might sound rude and stuff but I REALLY MEAN IT THIS TIME. I’ve never been one to subscribe to superstitious beliefs and I tend to have to see tons of evidence before I begin to relax my doubts about anything. But this full moon thing? I think there is something to it.
And in case you are wondering? It’s this Friday. I checked.
Yesterday was the day from Aitch-E-Double-Hockey-Sticks, y’all. I mean it. Bug Boy home sick, driving me insane, his ears are clogged and he can’t hear what I’m saying (so he’s all, “HUH? WHAT?”every time I speak). Bugaboo had extra-special energy or something and so he was tearing from room to room, sneaking in behind me, grabbing things out of the cabinets while I cooked (in the two seconds i had it open. TWO.) and dumping them on the freshly vacuumed floor. My Dogs barking every time the wind blew. My parents’ yappy little run-of-a-dog driving me INSANE and peeing and marking in my house (my carpet steamer is currently broken. Which means cleaning it by hand.).My nephew dumping out every drawer and toy bin he could find. My head was spinning like Dorothy Hamill’s doing a layback spin (I’m a figure skating geek. SHUT. UP.).
Days like that? I’m glad I stopped at TJ’s and bought a pre-cooked, five-minute dinner. Seriously. A little birdy must have told me to do it. And the night just improved from there! Bug Boy wouldn’t finish the two pages of homework sent home, stuff was constantly spilled, my cough started getting progressively worse so I couldn’t go see my mother, who is at the hospital AGAIN, this time for a blood clot. On her brain stem. Good times. Oh, and did I happen to mention that Bugaboo was up at 4am? And there was no time for a nap for me due to doctor’s visits and PT? And because the universe wasn’t laughing and pointing fingers enough? AUNT FLO CAME EARLY, Y’ALL.
But wait! There’s more!
A family we know well, whose son goes to Bugaboo’s totally awesome school? Is having some serious issues and he may have to be hospitalized. And he and Bugaboo are very much alike. Except Bugaboo is about a third of his size (he’s tall for his age, Bugaboo is teeny) but other than that, similar behaviors. Whenever I visit Bugaboo at school I see this boy and he reminds me so much of Bugaboo. He’s a special guy. Anyways, this family is hurting, y’all. And I’m hurting. Because the future scares the crud out of me as it is. I don’t like to see people I care about hurting and I can’t stand the thought of a long-term hospitalization for our kids, even though I know he needs it. Maybe it’s selfish, but I see Bugaboo doing that. I can feel it happening eventually. It’s a cold-water-slap-in-the-face-wake-up-call kinda thing. Like, this could happen to us. And I am terrified. Just as I’m terrified for them.
All I’m saying is today needs to be better. Much better. Of course, it couldn’t get much worse, right? (SHUT UP, DG, YOU ARE JINXING YOURSELF, YO)