My last ranting post actually elicited twelve comments, which in a way is shocking. Maybe (as Brenda Sue said) I just need to yell at you more often! Thank you for those. They did mean a lot, and I am going to reply to some of them.
I’m going to share with you my month in Instagram. I’m a little surprised I actually survived this month of March. It has been one of the craziest, busy, messy, frustrating, insane, and sad months of my life. I lost a client (and friend) who had been coming to my Pilates classes for six years. She just died. DIED. I am still grieving, but at least I’m not still crying.
My mom had breast cancer surgery and meetings with oncologists and started chemotherapy last Friday. I was there with her during that first appointment, and it was actually very nice to spend six uninterrupted hours with her. Brad and I took a trip to Laguna Beach (Montage Hotel, I love you. You are tits. I want to come stay at your greatness again.)
My kitchen has been ripped up for weeks and I have been cooking in a makeshift kitchen in the downstairs office. Sort of. Meaning that I have cooked less and relied on Subway a lot more. But I have definitely not been on freak-out mode as many people are when they try to do a kitchen remodel. But I did have to listen to five straight days of Sean Hannity on the radio because that was my cabinet installer’s program of choice. I wasn’t about to mess with the cabinet installer’s happiness, because I want nice cabinets put in right. And I have to say (of the little ranting I caught), that Sean Hannity is all kinds of WACKADOODLE.
And then it just keeps snowing and snowing and snowing. Holy hell.
I’ve been sick as a dog the past 8 days with a sinus infection AND bronchitis. Beatty hit a new level in complaining about his homework. I had to give Sloan two glycerin suppositories because she hadn’t had a bowel movement in five days before she clued into the fact that she HATES those things. And then she pooped on her own! In the toilet! By herself! I think it’s a real turning point.
Which reminds us that under every pile of crap there is a little magic mushroom waiting to happen. And I know that March has been full of good lessons. SEE, I’M CENTERED. AND PEACEFUL. LIKE OPRAH. AND HEIDI KLUM.
This shit-storm called March is about over, and I’m not on a walking Xanax drip. YAY FOR ME!!
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