Pouting

Surprisingly, no, this post regarding "pouting" is not about the kids. It's about me.

For the last two days, I've been puttering around, doing my normal stuff, but also sitting here feeling a little sorry for myself. And the worst part is, I know in my brain that nothing in my life is really that worth feeling sorry for (I don't think so anyway), but nonetheless, this insight does not seem to be changing my mood. The biggest downer at the moment is my mom's potential visit next week. I say "potential" because at this point in may or may not happen. My step-dad injured his knee at work a couple weeks ago, and visits to various doctors have revealed that he needs surgery as soon as possible. However, because the injury took place at work, he has to wait for the workman's comp claim to process properly before the doctors will schedule the surgery. So there he sits, at home with my mom, waiting for the call. Meanwhile, my mom is supposed to fly out here in nine days. Even IF the surgery happens before next week, they still have four horses, two dogs, a cat, and whatever other miscellaneous animals they may have at the moment, that need to be cared for. So at this point, none of us are sure whether my mom coming out here will be feasible, and in the meantime, I can't help but worry that she's not going to be able to make it, or that she may be leaving my dad in a tight spot. Sort of a no-win situation.

I'm also pouting because Brian is gone. Now, as most of you know, I'm not one of those wives who can't live without her husband for a few days . . . I don't sit around and cry, or beg him to call me every minute, or pine away for his companionship every second of every day (no offense, Brian). However, I have definitely noticed that the kids act up quite a bit more when he is gone, which does not make my days easier or make the time fly by any faster. I also don't sleep very well when he is gone because no matter how hard I try not to think about it, I'm always nervous about someone trying to get in the house when it's just me and the kids. So, very little sleep plus naughty kids does not add up to a very cheerful mommy sometimes. Also, we have all come to really enjoy the part of the day when Brian walks in the door. The kids run to him, screaming in excitement, which obviously makes me feel happy too. So all in all, I think we all prefer it when Brian is around.

And you know how it goes . . . when you get in one of these moods, the wheels in your head won't stop moving, and you start to think about EVERYTHING that may or may not be stressful normally, but is definitely stressful at the moment . . . being homesick, worrying about money, all the unfinished projects lying around, all the projects that haven't even been started . . . and on and on.

But tomorrow the pouting must stop. My "mom-tourage" (as we now call ourselves) is coming over. My mom-tourage is a group of ladies that I have come to know and love in the short time I've been here, and it just so happens that our husbands work together. I plan on telling you more about my mom-tourage in another post very soon. But anyway, we are having a ladies' night that involves lots of key lime pie, popcorn, cookies, brownies, and Lord knows what else that will be loaded with calories, plus a little celebrity gossip, Olympics, the season finale of "Tori & Dean," and just some plain old good laughs . . . which is just what I need.

But for now, I'm going to go finish pouting.