Midnight Goddess

Marty was the first to get sick but it looks like he’s going to be the last person to fully recover. I think it has a whole lot to do with the fact that he is back to working hard everyday and he’s out in the elements. Jasmine had a bit of a runny and stuffed up nose as well as a slight fever. But she’s over it now. Memphis has been coughing, sneezing and blowing his nose. Today it seems he’s better but he has a very bad small patch next to the left corner of his mouth. A few days ago it was very raw. Now it looks like a nasty cold sore that burst open.

I was the 2nd person to get sick. And although it was pretty tough running the household and taking care of the kids while I was sick, I didn’t get nearly as bad as Marty. I didn’t get any sinus headaches. I got random cold chills, a stuffed up head and the occassional runny nose. But I’m pretty much over it now.

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It’s been long and hellish. Why? Because ever since Marty got home last Friday, he’s been very sick. Not sick like in WA when he was blowing chunks for over a month. But he’s been having seriously bad sinus headaches, coughing, phlegm, sneezing, fever, and cold chills. It’s been a rough road for him. Even though we could use the money, I insisted that he stay home to get better. So far he’s been home since then. I’d rather him take a few days off instead of him going back to work too soon and not working for a week or so thereafter.

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Absolutely blows. I’ve been PMSing like crazy for the past week and a 1/2 so not only was I suffering but the rest of my family was suffering as well. I’ve been getting furiously mad at everyone for every thing, big and small. My patience was almost nonexistent. Sometimes I believe that I’m much better off having my period because my emotions aren’t out of whack. I’m not mood swinging and my body doesn’t hurt like hell.

Not only that but the economy has gone to complete shit. Normally, I don’t let it bother me because I can’t control it. I have a better chance of controlling our family’s economy. But the economy is seriously effecting my mom and Marty’s parents. His parents are stressing out hardcore. They’re among many people in this nation that are suffering from the stock market tanking like hell everyday.

Me and Marty have been fighting a lot the past 2 weeks. It’s been hard. The core of all of our fighting is mainly the lack of money. We always agreed that if we didn’t have money issues, our marriage would be just about perfect. It really would be. Can’t wait to win millions from the Mega Millions lottery.

Anyway, things were said between us that were not nice, downright mean. There was a lot of shouting and insulting.

Last week, me and the kids were at the neighborhood WaMu bank several times. Master Plumbing wrote Marty 2 separate business checks but they were addressed to Pro West Coast Services. So I had to go to the bank to deposit the checks for him. What a monstrous fiasco that started. Apparently, the bank had closed our business account the day before without our knowledge or consent due to the fact that there were no large deposits to the account since March. So I had to frantically search our apartment for the fictious business name statement which I found in a binder. Then I had to go back with it to the bank so that they would open a new business account. They refused to reopen the original account. That made us look like new business account owners which in essence made them hold our funds for 2 business days. Bullshit. We had to pay the fuckin rent! And I needed the funds in the account.

Over a week and many frustrating trips to the bank later, I managed to get the funds I needed into our personal account and gave Stephanie, our apartment complex manager, a bank certified check. Luckily she didn’t ding us for $50 for the check being late.

I really need to be making steady money. It’s that simple. But how to do that remains the frustrating question.

I talked to my aunt Cris last Friday. She told me that my aunt Josie is not cancer-free. Unfortunately, it spread through her body and she has at most 6 years to live. Aunt Cris reminded me to call Mom and I promised her I would. She told me that her and Donnelle are going to the Philippines for 3 weeks on Nov. 3. So they were inviting the whole family over to their house on the 2nd for a final get together before they leave. It would also be a good time for them to give Memphis his belated birthday gift. He’ll like that.

I called Mom yesterday and talked to her for about 45 minutes. We talked about my aunt Josie and how how it’s spooked Mom into going to the doctor get thoroughly checked out. She said she hasn’t been to the doctor for a decade! She’s going to be fasting on Sunday and then going in on Monday to get on the treadmill and getting bloodwork done. So she’s definitely not going to be able to watch the kids on my birthday that day. Oh well. They’ll see her another time.

We also talked about how a friend of Mom’s from Ian’s swim class is going through a bad time because last Sunday she found out that her husband got killed while riding his bike at night on a busy street in Gilroy. It was a complete shock, even for me. It just goes to show that you never when your time is up. It made me realize that I shouldn’t spend so much time being angry, frustrated, and stressed out. I need to spend more time being happy and grateful for what we have and our good health. Me and Mom talked at length about that. She told me that Nelson’s been stressed out lately because they might have to get rid of their once million dollar home and move into an apartment. She kept telling him that it’s ok, that they don’t need to have big house. As long as they have a place to live, food to eat, and good health, they’re ok. But he’s still stressing out.

It’s been a bad time for everyone lately.

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Ha. I wish I lost some weight. Ever since I gave birth to my first child, I wanted to lose weight. It’s been difficult because I’m lazy and I love food. I don’t like to limit myself when it comes to good tasting food. I’m also nowhere near being a health nut. I like eating veggies but I don’t like salad. And I’m very picky with food. I also hate to exercise because of the pain and the sweat. I’ve started and stopped working out to several different DVDs.

Well, I found Hip Hop Abs online from the recommendation of a friend on a forum. I downloaded it and burned it to a DVD. By next Saturday, it will have been 1 month since I started working out to the DVD. I’ve done the workout everyday since then except for 2 days. Not bad, eh? I haven’t even worked out to the entire DVD yet. I’ve only done the first 1/2 hour of it. There are 3 others, one of them being 45 minutes and another is only 9 minutes.

i figured since I naturally lost weight after the birth of Jasmine that I was at most 120 lbs. i didn’t know for sure because we haven’t had a scale since we moved out of Robbie’s house a few years ago. Well we bought one at Walmart last Saturday night. When I stripped down to nothing and stepped on the scale, I suddenly got depressed. The scale read “121.4 lbs” with me completely naked. It really got me down in the dumps. So all this time when I thought I was at most 120 lbs, I was actually more than that. And I know I had lost weight since I first started the Hip Hop Abs workout.

Me and Marty got into a bit of a tizzy over my reaction to my weight. But I’m over it now. It doesn’t mean that I’m quitting. It just means that I need to lose 16 lbs to get back to my pre-pregnancy weight. At least I know now how much weight I need to lose.

Yesterday I read in People magazine about a 16 year old boy that was 226 lbs. He was overweight. He then started to play Dance Revolution, a video game where the player dances to music on a dance pad. After playing the game several hours per day for about 4-5 times a week, he lost over 40 lbs! I haven’t actually tried it but I love playing games and dancing to music. I should try it.

The main thing is that I want to get down under 110 lbs by my 29th birthday in October. I know I can do it. I just have to be persistent.

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Memphis was sort of sick the day before. And yesterday it got worse. He’s been coughing and blowing his nose constantly throughout the day. I’ve been religiously giving him medicine every 4 hours and applying Vicks on his neck and chest at night to help him sleep better. It seems to work.

We made the stupid choice of taking the family out to Coco’s for dinner last night. I know. Not a great idea for a kid that was sick. But at the time he seemed better. I gave him his medicine and we headed out to eat. The kids ate a little and I was just about to really dig into my french toast and scrambled eggs. I had been craving it for some reasosn. I looked over at Memphis and he didn’t look too good. In fact, he stopped eating and curled up in a ball, complaining about how bad his stomach hurt. I envisioned him vomitting and grossing out the people around us. So I sort of panicked and told Marty we had to go home. We paid, packed up the kids and the food and left as soon as possible.

We made it home without a vomitting incident. God graced us with mostly all green lights on the way home. Memphis got some Pepto tablets and went to the bathroom. Later he said he didn’t go #2 but the tablets helped sooth his stomach. That’s all that mattered to me.

I woke up at around 4 am to Jasmine’s crying. But Marty got up and gave her bottle. But she was back at around 6:30 am wanting to get in my room. I groggily let her in, noting that I had an awful sore throat that I probably got from Memphis. He was also up after 7 am. Way too early for him. But Marty gave him his medicine.

A little while later Marty came in asking if I knew that Jasmine colored a huge orange scribble on the wall above her bed. It wasn’t there last night so I know she must have done that early this morning. Naturally he was pissed about it, complaining that he has to work hard to earn the money to buy some paint to cover that orange scribble.

I knew I wasn’t gonna get anymore sleep so I got up. When Marty left for work, I got a small bowl of warm water, a sponge and some Comet and went to work scrubbing off the crayon marks on the wall. It took some work but I managed to get most of it off. I was even able to remove the huge pen scribbles on the kids’ bedroom door. I never had a problem with Memphis when it came to crayons and pens. He never marked anything unless it was paper. Jaz is a different story. The world is her canvas. That’s my positive way of looking at it.

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