Stuff and Things and Uhaul
Sep 27, 2009 All Things Charli, All Things X, Etc., Family, Out of Wicked's Mouth, P.O.E. Biz, Parenting, Random, Wicked MOMMY Wisdoms
Happy Monday! How’s the world through your peepers? Mine’s busy. Busy and exhausting.
Is it possible for exhausting to be a good thing? Because it feels good to come home and be completely exhausted but happy that I am. Kind-of like when I was doing school and work. Which leads me to my thought of being grateful that I was unable to take classes this fall quarter. I don’t know that it would have been the best decision. This way, I will be 4 months into my job and used to the change.
I cannot wait to get back to school though. Learning is such a high for me. I love coming home and sharing newly learned stuff with my family.
The hardest thing about this new change is Charli’s reaction to it. She is not okay with it, and makes every effort to let me know exactly how god damn mad she is when I leave for work each day. *sigh* It makes for a rough start to the work day when there is a 2 year old knock-down-drag-out in the driveway.
This complete disgust from my 2 year old has affected e v e r y t h i n g and e v e r y o n e. She does not let me leave her sight for any reason. I am not kidding. Like on Wednesday, when I just needed 5 more fucking minutes in my warm bed under my warm blanket … this child sat her 2 year old brown behind on the floor in front of my bedroom door and screamed until I came out. As soon as I hit the door she stopped crying. Then, as if that was not bad enough 1) before coffee and 2) before motherfucking coffee, she sat in the bathroom on the floor waiting for me to get out of the shower. If I closed the curtain, she freaked the fuck out.
Gah. I get it. I do. I miss her so much. We just need to fucking get past this point. Or I might freak the hell out.
It is tough missing the bedtime stories 5 days a week, and that I am only really able to have a conversation with my 9 year old first thing in the morning Monday-Thursday. You kinda take advantage of those little things that seem so minuscule.
I know that eventually we will all fall back into it, and eventually I will get used to it and eventually it wont pull on my mommy heart strings as bad as it has for the past almost 2 weeks.
The other day while I was sitting in traffic behind this U-haul truck I started rambling shit off in my head like I normally do when I am sitting in traffic. I started to think about the importance of U-haul’s.
Have you ever had to use one? I have many times. Some have been new beginnings. Some have been horrible endings. Mostly they have been the end of something that needed to end. My point is that U-haul is more significant than you might think it is. Think about how many you have seen in the past year. The past 5 years. Each one of those trucks had someone’s entire life packed into it, moving it on to a new beginning or a fresh start.
U-hauls have seen it all.
Divorces, marriages, new arrivals … the losses of loved ones. You walk into that smelly garage and drop $19.95 plus fuel and it saves your fucking life. Yes. I am going there. U-haul potentially saves your life from one fucking tragedy to the next.
I say that U-haul’s are completely under appreciated. They are the doormats of those in transition. No one ever tells a U-haul thank you for putting on its bright orange cape and saving it from the life ass whooping of the century. U-haul is an unsung hero.
You can laugh if you want to at my tribute to the Orange and White truck but the next time you are sitting behind/next to/beside one, you will be reminded of this blog and a time when U-haul saved you from that life ass-whooping.
If you had an imaginary friend, what would you name it and what would it’s special power be?
If you had an alter ego, what would it be, or better asked … WHO would your alter ego be?
