Ramble, Mumble and Babble

I'm just going to ramble, mumble and babble this evening.

My head hurts. It's been hurting half the day.

I have almost no tolerance for pain. The only tolerance I have is for heat on my fingertips (comes from making mints for years). Anything else and I will crumble.

I think I've been working on a tummy bug. Not a bad one, just enough to make me feel yucky.
I slept very lightly last night. So lightly in fact that everytime the air conditioner came on, I jumped. All day yesterday and today I have just creepy-crawled inside my skin. Stomach cramps and light-headedness hit me this morning. Not good timing. The nausea kicked in about 2 hours after I got up. I still had to get the boys off to school.

Grandmama and I had an appt with the lawyer this morning. More on what happened at the meeting later. We had just been talking about 3 minutes when the school called to tell me that my youngest son, in kindergarten, was sick. I was panicking because I was easily over 45 minutes away. Fortunately, my husband just happened to be closer to him and was able to pick him up. Guess what? We, my son and I, are sharing this tummy bug.

He started feeling better but ended up with a headache too. He took a little acetamenaphin (sp?) and hit the sack.

I would start feeling better and then go right back to square one. It was back and forth all day. I don't know how I made it through the big city to and from the lawyer's office without killing myself or my grandmother. Bad choice to keep the appt.

I encourage my children to talk to me, to tell me how their days go, what happened during the day, etc. Well, I asked for it today. My youngest tells me that (in so many words) in the last few days, there was a child who brought a 'cell phone lighter' and another child who brought a knife to school. Both of these children were in his class which means, yes, they are kindergarteners too! This is a good school and they dealt with it swiftly and with good discipline but geeeeeezzzz, kindergartners???

My daughter comes home, very upset. It seems that she has two good friends. These two friends live in the same house but are not related. I don't know all the details but basically Social Services swooped down and removed one of the girls from the home, sending her to live with her father. This same girl had told my daughter on another occasion that her father was abusive. My daughter was *very* upset. She said that this girl was a little 'slow' and she was afraid for her. Being that I worked in the courtroom where I heard proceedings on children going through Social Services, I was a little concerned about this. I also knew just enough to tell my daughter that chances are (I hope!) that this little girl was going to go somewhere she would be taken care of properly (not that she wasn't in this home she was in). I got the impression that maybe, here, this girl was a foster child. Pray that I'm not wrong about her going to a better place.

I think I will close with telling you that I have a new book from the library that is proving, already, to be good. It's called The Hot Flash Club by Nancy Thayer. I'm only on chapter 8 and it's flowing and coming together nicely. Maybe you ought to give it a try.

Night, peoples.

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