2Princes2Princesses: A reminder of why I work at home.

Friday, January 18, 2008

A reminder of why I work at home.

Every now and then, as I am struggling to hear a doctor over Johnnie having a nervous breakdown because Gainey touched one of his toys, I wonder WTF I was thinking when I decided to work at home.

I know I am nuts, but I really did not think I was certifiable.

Today, though, Momma Nature decided to remind me of the joys of having my office in my house.

It is FREEZING and snowing. I could ice skate on the road today. And did I mention it is FREEZING? Windy weather=wind chills=Holy crap I think I lost a finger walking to the car.

So a big thanks to the weather gods or mother nature or L Ron Hubbard's alien buddies, whoever decided that I needed a lesson in "the grass is always greener" or, in this case, "the ass is always colder on the other side". Because anyone who has to go out in this to get to work (they don't close things here unless there is 5 feet of snow or it is so cold that you turn blue and collapse the minute you open your front door) has my sympathy. And yes, a little bit of mocking too.

Neener, neener.

Now I will cross my fingers that the weather gods will not kick a little karma in my ass by knocking out our power and freezing me to death.

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So you can keep us straight as I ramble:

Steph - That's ME. A little nuts, 35 years old. I work at home because for some reason I thought that would be a swell idea. I was mistaken. I have gone to Nursing and started medical school and then decided neither one suited me. I have recently become somewhat memory challenged, I have been told it is stress. I have OCD. I have a good sense of humor about it, and about a lot of other things. I have a pretty dark (and sometimes dirty) sense of humor. Don't say I did not warn you.
John - My husband, also a little nuts, though not formally diagnosed. He is 36. He is Court and Tom's stepdad. Court occasionally calls him Lumpy. I am not sure why. He is a 50% disabled veteran. He has Gulf War Syndrome. THere really is no ONE Gulf War Syndrome, apparently. All I know is he came back from Iraq and gets these huge, itchy rashes all over, including in his eyes. They are horrific and no one can tell us what the hell they are. Actually that may be why Court calls him Lumpy. I have diagnosed it as "creeping crud."
Courtney - My oldest. She is 15. You will probably hear alot about her, hopefully some of it will be good. She just started high school and thinks we are complete dunderheads. Unfortunately for her, we are not. She also thinks she is in charge. -insert hysterical laughter here-
Tom - My 13-year-old. We say he is in "Tommy World" most of the time. Unfortunately, Tommy World does not include homework. It also seems he was given an attitude for his 13th birthday. Fantastic! He has always been kind of a Mom's boy and hates to make me mad. All together now: Awwwww. -gag-
Gainey - Her given name is Morgaine. My sister calls her Midge. We sometimes call her Princess Yeti to annoy her. She is 5 and pretty smart (and smart-assed) for her age. Thinks she actually IS a princess and we are her servants. Her name? Yes, she is named after King Arthur's 1/2 sister, from Mists of Avalon by Harriet Zimmer Bradley. She is also exceptionally small. Johnnie is bigger and we are asked frequently if they are twins or if he is older.
Johnnie - Our youngest. He just turned 3 in December. He is a pretty BIG boy. Alternates between completely psycho and completely loveable. Makes me laugh alot, although if he didn't, I would probably cry. We are about to embark on potty training. That ought to make for some good blog posts for you.
Jerry - Though he does not live with us, you may hear about him. He is my ex, Court and Tom's dad. We get along really well, which is why I will bitch and moan about him, because I can get away with it. He is also 35. We talk almost daily. As you can imagine, that goes over well with the ladies.