Crazy times...

There is just so much going on right now, I barely have a moment to breath, much less type this!

First, my root canal last week, healed up great, however after the procedure they put me on an antibiotic so now I also have a wonderful yeast infection along with plenty of tummy issues.

On Saturday night Mark and I went to a party, we didn't get home until 2am. I'm still recovering from that thanks to my little Nolan who decided to wake up at 5:30am. Yes, that night I got a whopping 3 hours of sleep! Ouch!

Sunday was a lazy day, obviously. There wasn't much Mark and I could physically do accept sleep when we could. Unfortunately that left us at each others throats and the night ended with us in a big fight. We were both tired and cranky, not a good combination. Mark doesn't realize (or he's just playing dumb) that when he's home the boys don't want much to do with me. They have me all week, they want him. They look forward to daddy time. So when the boys started jumping all over Mark he got frustrated with them and tried to punish them. I jumped in the middle of it cause I felt he was wrong. They wanted their daddy's attention, they are children, they don't know how to ask for it the way an adult would. I would have been peachy with him trying to calmly correct their behavior but he didn't do that, he just jumped at them yelling and acting as if he were as old as they are. I tried explaining that but he was too tired and cranky to care. Which is not the usual Mark, I think that is what upset me the most. He never acts like that, his children always come first. I suppose everyone has their down days and this was definitely one of his. At the end of the day we took the boys to get something to eat and to the park, but Mark and I were still not on speaking terms. The next morning he started acting like he knew he had done wrong but of course no apology. The one thing I can't stand about my husband is that his vocabulary lacks the phrase "I'm Sorry". I suppose if that's my only complaint than I shouldn't be complaining, especially because he would rarely need to use it if he could ever spit it out.

So yesterday, Monday, not a good day either. I played hermit crab. I didn't want to talk to anyone, go anywhere, do anything. I was sick from the medicine I'm taking, I was still recovering from the weekend. Mark called me and told me that one of our friends got into a bad motorcycle accident and they didn't know if he was going to live or die, thankfully it looks like he's going to make it but it was iffy at the time I spoke with him. So with feeling very blah and gross I decided it was a good day to shut off my phones and cut off the world for one day. I stayed in my PJs, didn't shower (cause I showered the night before) and just spent time with the boys and myself. Then my little sister calls, the first time I didn't hear it, the second time I was just too lazy to kick Nolan off my lap and go hunting for the phone. About 1 min after the second call I hear a knock on my door, it was my little sister who decided it would be a good idea to show up at my house unexpectedly. If you call my house 2 times in one day and I don't answer and don't call back... DO NOT JUST SHOW UP AT MY HOUSE!!! Unless of course I have been missing for a few days or something creepy like that! I hate unexpected visitors, I don't care if it was Brad Pitt himself, if he didn't call and get an answer from me first I would have yelled at him too! My house was a wreck, I was a wreck, I didn't feel good, I looked like hell, I was pissed. Even worse she brought my uncle with her. Like I wanted to explain why I didn't want visitors to him. Sigh. I didn't know he was with her until after I yelled at my sister for just showing up. I felt bad but damn... she knows I don't like it when people just show up at my house, and this one particular day I couldn't have been more unprepared or in a worse mood. When I realized my uncle was with her I told them to come in but little sis already did her dramatic slamming of the door and left.

This morning I called my uncle, I explained in the best way possible why I felt and looked like crap and wasn't up for company, he didn't care he understood, or at least he said he did. He felt bad for showing up like that and apologized to me, which just made me feel worse. Little sis also sent me a message apologizing, which was very big of her and not normal so that makes me think someone else told her too. I hate to be so cynical but I know her to well to know she wouldn't do something like that on her own.

While on the phone this morning with my uncle I found out that one of my great uncles passed away this morning. He was a great guy, but he lived a good life and its one of those things where it seemed like it was his time. He was almost 90 years old, his wife died about 15 years ago, after that he fell into a deep depression for a few months until he met his "lady friend" who helped bring him back to life. He was happy again. However a few months ago she passed away from a massive heart attack. His health started declining greatly after. He was my grandmothers brother and the last out of her siblings to go. Its really sad but at the same time he did live a good life.

It looks like his funeral will be this weekend. I'm hoping the viewing is Friday and the funeral Saturday. If its Sunday, I'm screwed. My parents and my other sister and her family are in New Jersey visiting family, my two other sisters work weekends, I'm the only one out of my family who can attend. Plus my grandfather wants to go but someone will have to drive him. That someone is going to have to be me. Under normal circumstances I would be completely fine with this, however this Sunday is my best friends baby shower that I am hosting at my house! My dad said I have to go to my uncles funeral, he's counting on me to take grandpa. Can we say SCREWED! I'm keeping my fingers crossed that his funeral is not on Sunday but if it is family comes first and I know we will figure something out with my best friends shower.

Thursday I have a doctors appt. Not so crazy but then a good friend called and said she wants to do lunch. I rarely get to see her so of course I want to meet up with her. Its definitely going to make for one long day though.

I can't wait until this week is over. I need an end to all this craziness! Next week all I have going is my final dentist appt! Strangely enough I'm really looking forward to that. I want all of my dental work done and gone, after next week it finally will be. Hooray!