Friday, May 01, 2009


Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the first of the monnntthhhh so cash your checks and get uupppp.


I have a doctor's appointment today. Remember all of the vertigo I was having like..2 months ago? It hasn't gone away. It's not as bad as it was..I mostly can't sleep on my left side (which is terribly annoying to me because I'm a total left side sleeper) and I still have to get up slowly. I can't tip my head back to kiss my husband while I'm sitting and he's standing. But at least I'm not throwing up from all of the spinnies that's something. A little stumbling never hurt anyone. Right? Anyway, so I called to ask for some antibiotics because Epley just isn't working and okay, I'm not really doing that anymore because THAT makes me vomit. It's horrible. My right ear has been bothering my for a while anyway..and I'm not excited about getting on an airplane with hurty ears. So hopefully I'll stroll out of there with some antibiotics today.

I'm excited..but nervous to see everyone. It's just family, I know, but I always feel like the lesser child anyway. I hate feeling like I'm not as good as the others. I think it's mostly older sibling envy. That's what happens when you're child number 7, I guess (but I don't envy having to be the oldest of a big family, either. I heart you, Jenna). I'm mostly just paranoid about that sort of stuff.

I wish I were one of those extra super prepared moms. We went grocery shopping yesterday and among the other actual meals I'll be cooking while I'm here, were the awful quick and easies. You know what I mean..frozen pizzas..frozen kids meals..frozen frozen frozen. Ugh. I was so embarrassed putting those things on the conveyor belt, you have no idea. I've been priding myself lately on how much I've been doing from scratch and all of the fresh fruits and veggies. It shows more love. It's just healthier. I feel better when I feed my family nicely, ya know? I had to remind myself that Orion cannot cook. The man can make some mean French toast..but not much beyond that. I wish I were the kind of mom that could cook 2 meals a day for 6 days before leaving and freezing that 2nd meal so he could just pop it in the oven or something. I'm not that kind of mom. I thought about it, but the recipes I saw that could be frozen were also things that no one in my family would eat. Wasteful. I will, however, be baking up a storm because muffins (of all kinds of varieties) can be frozen..and the boys will need some desserts to look forward to if they finish their hot from the microwave dinners. Oh, my poor mommy heart!

I swear I'll make it up to them when I get home.

I've delayed it long enough. Time to get on the treadmill.


Jenna Consolo said...

Wait, what did I miss? Are you coming to the mainland? When? What's going on?

I know what you mean about feeling guilty for buying frozen crap at the grocery store, but sometimes frozen crap is fun to eat, even when you're the best mom ever. And think how glad they'll be to have you back in the kitchen.

No reason to envy, Abs. I look at you and think how lucky you are to be so young and to have it all before you.

Abby said...

Yep..coming to the mainland! Mom and I coordinated our flights so I leave here on Wednesday morning..stop in San Fran for a layover and mom will get on that same flight as me. This way she won't have to do the drive out there. I would have loved a road trip with her..but that's a ton of traveling for me and I can't be gone forever (as it is, they're being really nice at O's work and not making him use his saved up leave for this). But we'll be there from Wednesday evening until Monday morning. I super wish you could be there, lady!

What if I said please? Would that help nudge you into coming down? I love when all of the girlies are together!

Jenna Consolo said...

I would LOVE to be with all you girls. That would be delightfully fun. But I would have to leave here Saturday morning, and turn around and come home Sunday afternoon, so I'd only be there for 24 hours, and that seems like a lot of driving/money/energy/recuperation for such a short visit. I wish my life had more budge room than it does, but right now I'm strung pretty tight. But you all will squeeze Amanda for me and tell her how much I love her and how sick out of my mind with worry I've been over her. Won't you?