If I Survive

Good God if I survive this week it will be a miracle and I will definitely lose several years off my life even if I do. Huge, complicated stuff going on at work which will all be good in the end but rather nerve wracking at the moment. When I stop worrying about that then I begin worrying about the house concert on Friday...getting the house clean, the food, making sure there are enough people....pant, pant, pant (please pay up if you're coming or I'll have a heart attack). On top of that Owen is home sick today and I REALLY don't want him missing more school but I know he's genuinely sick. He spent all last evening in bed and is flushed and coughing and doesn't want to eat or get out of bed....damn it. He has been sick way too much this winter. All maternal sympathy aside, if he gives it to me I'll kill him.

The boys have been handfuls of late as wonderful and sweet as they are. Lord but this teenage angst is exhausting and painful even vicariously. And it's February and I've not even got any freaking snow. To the north, to the south, to the east...everyone has snow but ME.

AAAAAARRRRRRGGGGHHHHH.

What do I need?

Well, possibly a soothing bowl of green tea.

And after that?

Wine, and Radney Foster, and friends on Friday night.