I miss my house
I posted a while back on RTB about how people tell me everything about themselves within ten minutes of meeting me. And without me asking. It totally happened with the movers too. I had one guy telling me he was starting to think about settling down, having a serious relationship and babies but that it was hard to find the right woman. All the while he was packing my precious books, and I told him that he was young and had plenty of time to find a relationship even while I was thinking, but if you screw up my books, you won’t live long enough to ever see one.
So now the two long moving days are over and the three year old (who is officially the four year old, since it just became tomorrow) and I are safely at my parents house. Sent the husband back home since he’s in charge of guarding what’s left inside the house. Which isn’t much. I’m exhausted. I told the contractor I didn’t care what happened - I’d see him at the end of November. He said, I’m getting you back in here in October. I won’t hold my breath, but he seems pretty positive. Especially because I told him, anytime you think the work is slowing down, just remember that I’m living with my parents.
Although their wireless network’s a lot better than mine. So that’s definitely a selling point.
Anyway, my mom’s a nurse. Growing up with a mom as a nurse has really good points and really bad points. The bad is that unless your fever’s over 101 or there’s blood pouring from your body, you can’t stay home from school. Ever. Or get sent home from school. And you can’t just have, for example, a migraine in peace - you’ve got to rate your pain from one to ten. And if she asks, is it better than yesterday? and I say, no, she asks again. And again. And again, until I just say, yes, it’s better, just to stop her from asking, and she gives me a satisifed look like, I thought so. Because nurses don’t believe you. They’re trained to sniff out the fakes.
I still contend that anything over 98.6 degrees is a fever.
So tonight, my back was killing me. My mom says, I’ve got advil for you. I look over by the sink and she’s got the advil in a little plastic cup, the way they dole it out to you in the hospital.
I refuse to rate my pain. I don’t care how many times she asks.
Steph T.
August 3rd, 2005 at 3:23 am
Hugs…My prayers are with you . Living with Parents an be hard.
August 3rd, 2005 at 7:33 am
Oh, hugs, Steph! Hope the rest of the moving back in process goes easier. Love the new design, btw!
August 3rd, 2005 at 10:22 am
As I’m also in construction, I feel your pain. Quite literally.
August 3rd, 2005 at 12:16 pm
I know exactly what you are talking about. My mom was a nurse too and I had to go through the same thing. Here’s hoping you get back into your house in October.
August 3rd, 2005 at 12:55 pm
I’m a daily reader/lurker here (luv your heroes Steph!) but I had to post how much I love the new look of your blog!
And the military smilies are the best!!
August 3rd, 2005 at 1:12 pm
she’s got the advil in a little plastic cup, the way they dole it out to you in the hospital.
I’m sorry, sweetie, but that made me LOL.
FWIW, I live with my parents full time (have now for four loooooong years), so I definitely feel your pain. {{{hugs}}}
August 3rd, 2005 at 1:42 pm
Aw, man. I feel your pain. I don’t know how I’d handle living with my parents again. My mom is a nurse, too, (though she didn’t become one until she was in her forties, so staying home from school was generally not a problem :biggrin:). The thing about my mom is she’s into natural and alternative medicine. Everything can be cured with herbs and oils and magnets and reflexology and so on. She once tried to fix my DH’s bronchitis by having him inhale lavender oil. Need I say more?
August 3rd, 2005 at 1:55 pm
OMG, Emma, my mother has started doing the same thing! She kills me, she goes to the health food store and buys some herb with an unpronouncable name and tells me I should take it to cure my hangnail. Two weeks later the FDA comes out with some warning about it and she has to quit taking it. Maybe something popped in her head when she joined AARP.
August 3rd, 2005 at 3:39 pm
(((Steph))) All will be well. . . . eventually!
August 3rd, 2005 at 5:17 pm
LOL about the mom-is-a-nurse thing. My mom is, too, and I had to pretty much be bleeding out the eyeballs before she’d so much as blink. Plus, whenever I’d complain of a pain, she’d ask me if I’d taken anything for it yet. If I said “no” she’d tell me to go away and come back later if the aspirin/Advil didn’t work. I do the same thing to my husband and kids. Don’t complain if you haven’t tried to do anything to stop it.
August 3rd, 2005 at 7:21 pm
lol. Mom’s gotta luv’em. ((hugs))
August 3rd, 2005 at 10:47 pm
Thanks Sasha! Keep praying *g*
Me too, Michelle! Am praying for October…
Two words, Jill: Prison. Roomies. Just think of all the quiet time we’d have to write…
*waves to Christyne* Thanks for de-lurking and for all the compliments! You made my day! (And Jake’s too, although he’s not quite so modest.:wink:)
Tori - You laugh all you want.:lol: And I’m {{{hugging}}} you right back. I’ll try and keep you laughing…
Emma & Rene - I’d be scared. Especially since I’m allergic to everything, including plain old vitamins. My mom pushes the herbal stuff too…she tells me that my allergies are all in my head.:eek:
Hey Lynn! I admit, I’m pretty much the same way too. I think that’s why I wait till I’m keeling over to take anything myself too *g*
Thanks for the hugs, Jaq! I’ll take as many as I can get.
August 4th, 2005 at 9:21 am
Good luck getting back into the house in October!! I’ll keep my fingers crossed for you.
August 4th, 2005 at 4:07 pm
she tells me that my allergies are all in my head.
Did you tell her that allergies usually are? At least all mine are. Just call me the Queen of Sinus Infections.
August 4th, 2005 at 5:18 pm
Hugs!! Living with your parents…:eek: I love my mom, but I sure don’t think we could live together for very long…at least not without two kitchens
Hang in there and I hope the construction goes by QUICKLY!
August 4th, 2005 at 8:46 pm
Your four year old and I appear to share a birthdate. Happy Birthday,
As for the books, I feel your pain. For my recent move, mine were packed by someone who seemed to find no more value in them than my old sneakers. I cringed as they were being packed, and I held my breath as I unpacked them. They arrived mostly unscathed. One or two with the pages bent, and one of my antiques’ spines looked a little stressed, but it seems to have calmed down now that it’s breathing air again.
My mom didn’t become a nurse until about ten years after I moved out. I still had to be near death before I could get out of school, though. These days, my niece gets permission to leave school early (of course, upon reflection, she probably doesn’t fake notes from my parents to do it, so it’s probably a good thing).
August 4th, 2005 at 11:03 pm
ROFL…Wow, so glad my mom isn’t a nurse!
And happy birthday (late?) to your big girl!
August 5th, 2005 at 11:09 am
LOL Tori!
Kacey - that’s the thing - my parents are wonderful, but we’re all set in our ways! But they’re having a blast with their grandchild.
Happy B-Day, Jean! And yeah, I think I forged a few notes in my day *g* Mainly when I had to get bad test grades signed…
Amy - thanks for the b-day wishes for the four year old!
Hey - if you don’t hear from me frequently, it’s b/c we left for vacation and I’m on slow as sh** dial-up and can barely check emails.