Oh, Sherry

So this morning, I woke to the sounds of "Oh Sherry" in my head. You know the Journey song? It's not even one of my favorites, and I always thought that the first line was screamed instead of sung...but that's what it was. And I don't even know anyone named Sherry, but apparently, she should have been gone.

Now we can just turn on the taped version of my life, as I seem to say (write) the same thing week after week----I am happy today is Friday, it has been a rough week, I am feeling pretty poorly, my life is hard---wah, wah, wah, wah, WAH. But it's all true, pathetic or not.

Dammit still waiting to hear back from the dr's office, and I called them on---crap, was it Monday? I just realized that it has been that long, so I will call them today---again. The pain is severe this week, but I have managed to stay upright and I have been pretty busy. I had some things to do to get ready for this weekend, the (quasi) baby shower tomorrow, and my sister and goodest family friend Phyllis comes today...so there has been some preparation. I am almost ready, have to clean the other bathroom this morning, I managed to somewhat clean the floors last night, changed the bed, cleaned one bathroom..and that was after working ten hours yesterday, as the Drama Queen couldn't make it. It was, after all Thursday, and she has a really rough time of it on that day, as her kids are with their father on Wednesday nights and that means P-A-R-T-Y. Ugh...You know, I have noticed that my tolerance for many things has gone, and I am becoming an old and apparently bitter woman. I am not proud and am trying to change my thinking but I think my own kids have pushed me way over the edge and now I find I have zero tolerance for bullshit. Every day, I find that I act more like my dad and that is not who I want to be. But on to brighter things...

I am looking forward to seeing my sister and friend, they will be here this afternoon -- have to leave tomorrow afternoon, but that's okay. There will be seven of us here tomorrow, and that will be fun. I ordered a Rubber Ducky cake, marble of course, and will order pizza because that's easy and this day is suppose to be about easy. I bought Janelle a pack and play - which really is killing two birds with one stone, it doubles as a bassinet. Baby things cost so much, I cannot believe it. She now has the crib and changing table, the bassinet, a few sheets and a comforter, and some tiny-sweet clothes. She still needs so much but I am afraid I have done all I can do..the rest will have to be up to them. They are getting there. It was extremely important to me that I buy his furniture and I managed to do that--and I'm telling you, that was a miracle. So I know it will all work out.

Tonight, will be dinner out with my sis and friend and then who knows? Tomorrow, the shower (lunch) and then Mark and I will take them halfway back - so I will be back home by sevenish..and the rest of the weekend will be spent alone. And that's alright with me. I'm out.