New Job for Marci Bones

Well it’s been almost a month since I left the last job. I interviewed for this job the Friday after the Monday that I left. There was a lot of HR red tape to get through however, yesterday was my first day. I am not used to a building with so many employees in cubes. Last job was, as my Rad-Tech teacher described, a doc-n-a-box. Before that I worked at the school district which really wasn’t like work, more like mothering. And previous, it’s been a slew of retail jobs. Perhaps it just the right time. Had I had a regular 9-5er in the past I would have been slaughtered with the child care cost of three. Sam is 12 and a half now, and I think his voice is changing.

Last nite Horchata and I watched Office Space, how apropos.

Family Life at the speed of Light

Kids had school projects all due the same week. Noah had to create a flip book of the solar system, complete with extra credit styrofoam comet. (Sam is working on his soda and mentos experiment). Aaron had to do a report on Meriwether Lewis. We have been going a million miles an hour trying to keep up with ourselves. Last weekend was x-ray school for 16 hours and a surprise baby shower. And at the end on Sunday, Thom and I saw The Raconteurs. It was the usual work week but on Friday, I had one kid home with a sore throat and then I had to give away a kitty.

I got news one brother is moving away to San Francisco and I only have this weekend to say Goodbye. So Vegas brother is down here chilling so we can have a proper, “Peace, Out!”

Aaron gets sliced, Noah’s first Mind Altering Experience and More…

Aaron survived camp but ended up getting 5 stitches last weekend. He put his hand through a window in the trailer. Between Thom’s back spasms and this we are starting to get to know the Urgent Care Employees really well.

Noah and I had a visit to the dentist this morning. Due to his dental anxiety the Dr. recommended Nitrous. I warned him that it was going to make him a little silly and sleepy.

 

He did just fine.

Sammy had a band performance on Wednesday night and rocked it. He was invited to join Advanced Band, (a 7th or 8th grade privilege) something special for a 6th grader.

I’ve taken on this class Friday nights and Saturdays until 3 for the next few weeks. I may have bitten off more than I can chew. I still have reports to type with no printer and 2 more doctors appts. for the boys.

Looks like someone has a case of the Mondays :(

I sat on the couch Sunday evening, watching the boob tube (everything’s about boobs) with Two-buck Chuck filled in the wine glass next to my feet on the rug. I felt my amplified emotions get the best of me as wept for

Marion Cotillard

who had won Best Actress for La Vie On Rose. I had been out all Sunday shopping with Aaron, my 2nd oldest son, who was set to leave for 5th Grade Science Camp, Monday morning. Thinking about his impending week long absence was a recking ball on my heart. Wondering if he was going to spend his 4 and a half days crying at night in absolute loneliness with no one to comfort him. I was really worried about cruel kid ridicule coming down on him. For some reason, although I had been through this before with my oldest, it was tougher with the middle one.

Encore tears came streaming along for Hansard and Irglová

and Diablo Cody who also won Oscars. Didn’t you adore Once Actress Markéta Irglová’s Wonderful Oscar Acceptance Speech ? After she was first snubbed by “the music” and then brought back on stage to have her moment, say her thank- yous and encourage all of us dreamers that anything is possible.

And I loved how Diablo Cody (clad in skull and bones earrings, tattoos and black bobbed hair-do) said “Thank you to my parents for loving me the way I am.”

This morning I rode with a friend and fellow mom (who has 3 offspring, like myself in the same grade) a short hour and 20 minutes to Thousand Pines with 5th grade luggage and sleeping bags in tow. After arriving at camp and talking with other 2nd timer parents, I found that I was not the only delusional mother who had feared the worst. One mom added it’s not tonight she’s worried about. “Wednesday’s the night when they crack.” Great. I want to be the only one cracking. God, spare my kid would ya?

Mold, Missing, and Mayhem

You can’t make this shit up. So after months of no heat due to the relic in the hallway breaking down and landlord negligence, we get some guys to install a new heating unit with thermostat. Tuesday night after screaming “Brush Your Teeth, Go to BED!” 84 times, Horchata and I get a moment of peace in our room. Remote falls behind sidetable. Sidetable is moved to reveal the lower portion of the wall splattered with mold growth. Holly Fuck, mental breakdown Batman. So it took the guy over a year for the response with the termites, and about a season for the heater. How long is he going to drag his feet on the mold?

Crying and sobbing on the way to work Wednesday as I marinate in my melancholy, I dream about moving. A huge task especially when involving children & schools. All the while I am trying to watch what I eat and not emotionally eat. Double fuck everything with fries, and lots of alcohol… But that is no long term comfort because when clothing is tight I feel like everything is wrong. Well basically it is, chubby or not. *Note to self in the midst of this madness must finish organizing Noah’s Birthday event and convince parents of classmates I am of well mental health and stability.

Not to mention the starting of a new morning rad-tech class at 8 in the morning. This morning was my second class. Thom, Sam, and I left at 730. Aaron and Noah were to leave at 8 and walk across the street to school. Phone message from school at 930 as I’m driving away from school, says my kids are absent. Phone call to the school office confirms they are not there. Phone call to kids cells, they’re at the house. They were running late because they could not find there folders and had some sort of logic if you are a half hour or more late, school will not take you. From the time I was able to talk to them, and alert Horchata at work, they had been scolded, re-scolded, and pre-scolded for a re-scolding. They are going to bed at 8 and getting up at 630 tomorrow.

Now to regain some composure to function in a high stress work environment with a smile.

Domestic Duties Dominate Today

 

Dropped Jr. High School kid off this morning and straight to my list of getting ‘er done before the kids get home from school. First stop: Target for necessities like glamorous laundry soap and dog food. Next stop, semi-clean kitchen enough to get the chicken in the crock-pot. Next, Blockbuster, turning incJe t’aime Paris, for some Artic cute polar bear flick for the offspring. Next, 99 cent store for Oregano (cheap spices there) for tortilla soup recipe I found in Family Circle. Yes, I, Mrs. Bones, will read such materials of housewife fame, along with my steady reading of Rolling Stone. Then home to gather a package to send to Oregon, and 10 items for the cleaners for Horchata

Whew. Kids home in 30 minutes. Gonna make some coffee