Coming out of hiding for a moment because I am pretty sure that blogging kept me sane. It’s been through work that I’ve come to a realization, my life is crazy and at times, a train wreck. I mean, I’ve always known…it’s the crazy that created this blog. But it’s only been recently that I’ve realized it sometimes resembles a train wreck. I find that when I am at work, I can pretend that I’m a very capable juggler of all things “Queen of Chaos” related.
You might be a part of the Royal Family of Chaos if:
You decided that after almost a decade of playing basketball (I shudder to think of how much money we have spent), that you didn’t want to play anymore. (Nico) I admit, I miss watching him play. I don’t miss all the stuff that went along with it, though. That has been a nice break. I have more to say on this subject but will save it for another post.
You broke your arm at the beginning of basketball season and then on the first day back to school after the holidays, you are admitted into the hospital for appendicitis. To add insult to injury, instead of getting your cast off, you have surgery to remove your appendix. You would think that since he was in a hospital, someone there could take off his cast for him but you would be wrong. He had to wear it a week longer. (Tommy)
You continue to be your mom’s biggest help while complaining and rolling your eyes and then immediately saying you’re sorry. One minute you could be talking about how well you are doing in school and the very next minute you could be crying because your mom asked how you were doing in your math class, which led to you screaming and yelling at everyone in your path and then five minutes later, you are giggling at something on your phone. (Belle)
You have turned 5 and got yourself a sassy haircut to go with your sassy attitude. You continue to have severe separation anxiety which means you don’t or can’t give your mom a break. You come home every single day saying you are married to someone new and have even gone as far as calling one boy, your ex-boyfriend. You are going to need your tonsils out in late May, early June but freak out at the mention of it so everyone around you refers to it as the “hospital sleepover”. (Gia)
You are having a hard time coming to grips with the fact that your son is no longer playing basketball so you can still be found at the neighborhood pizza place and at the high school basketball games on Friday nights and Saturday mornings. (Leo) I get it. I’m also sad that Nico isn’t playing but this is a chance to get a little bit of family-life back, to do something outside of sports…or so I thought.
You have gone on strike because you are tired of being the only one caring how this house looks. You really understand the blessing of doing what you love. You love going to work and time goes quickly while you are there and you’ve been known to melt when you hear, “I love you, Mrs. Gubenko.” (obviously me)
You need four teeth pulled and for some reason, cannot wait. You are the child that has a serious meltdown when you find out that a friend of a friend of a friend that you just saw puked last week. Suddenly, you feel, like you are going to “catch it”. Remember the Neosporin story? (Belle)
You don’t need braces but have asked that since you don’t need them, could you use the money to have your teeth whitened? (Tommy)
You can’t wait for college and use “You are going to miss me when I’m gone” every single time you aggravate someone to the point of tears however, you freak out or shut down at the very mention of college visits, the ACT or any future plans that don’t involve having your mother do everything for you. (Nico)
You got your wife exactly what she wanted for Valentine’s Day even though it was corny and probably not something you would have thought of on your own (all I wanted was a song that reminded him of me…I miss the days of mixed tapes). (Leo) And if you remember, Valentine’s Day really wasn’t his thing. One word: Dinosaurs.
You realize that you miss blogging and the blog world enough to resurrect your blog for one post a week. (Me).
And how are all of you doing?? Doesn’t this just make you want to be a part of the chaos?