Aimee--Just Another Manic Monday!

So, my mom called this morning to apologize for the verbal slap she gave me Saturday night and that was nice, I wasn't sure if she would or if she'd even remember for that matter.

It was somewhere around 7 o'clock Saturday night, Christie and I had just left this Halloween Haunted House/Carnival thing in Coconut Creek we'd taken Cameron and Sarah to and because we rarely spend any time together anymore, we decided to stop and get a bite to eat with the kiddies before we went our separate ways. We'd just settled into a booth at Steak n' Shake when my cell phone rang, if I were smart I would've ignored it, but the caller ID showed it was my mom, I knew she'd been upset earlier and something ingrained in me won't allow me to ignore someone I love when I know they're hurting, so I answered it. Big mistake.

It was obvious from the get go that she'd been drinking (a lot). And though I knew that the alcohol combined with her frame of mind meant there was pretty much nowhere for that conversation to go but downhill, I still tried to the best of my ability to be there, to listen, to comfort, hell, I ignored the waiter, who I'm sure was cursing me for being inconsiderate, I ignored my son, my niece and my sister. I listened and tried to comfort, but none of that made any difference, I still received a verbal smack down that I absolutely did not deserve. It sucked hard and left me feeling a bit off the rest of the night.

Then I came home and instead of curling up in bed to lick my wounds, I signed online, checked my e-mail and got what felt like another smack. Sigh. Saturday was just not a good night for me.

Friday, on the other hand, was quite pleasant. We didn't make the Haunted Boardwalk because it ended at 8 o'clock and since traffic was a bitch that evening, I didn't make it home until after 6 o'clock and I figured by the time we ate and I got Cameron ready, it'd be after 7 o'clock, closer to 7:30 when we actually got there and he wouldn't really get to enjoy it, so we (Cameron, my mom and myself) settled down to build his foam Haunted House instead. It was a lot of fun and it turned out incredibly cute. Perhaps later, when I'm at home, I'll post a picture of it along with a picture or two of Cameron and Sarah at the Haunted House/Carnival thing Saturday night.

Sunday was just Sunday. I woke up not feeling very well at all and ended up drifting in and out of bed all day. We were supposed to carve Cameron's pumpkin but Drew said we'd do it tonight since I wasn't feeling well. So, Drew went off with Cameron to the skate park, I went back to bed and accomplished pretty much nothing the rest of the day.

And that's that. It's Monday, I hate Monday's, but this one has started out alright so far and, hey, maybe it'll stay that way.

I don't know why, perhaps it's my mood, but I'm really feeling "Staind" right now, so, here's lyrics to one of their less depressing/angry songs...


"Fill Me Up"

I just had to let you know
Cause I don't always let it show
You give me needed room to grow
And I just had to tell you so

You fill me up,
You're in my veins
A look could take my breath away
And all these things, you give away
Sometimes I take for granted

It's just like poetry inside to hear
You breathing by my side
Like I’m in heaven and I’ve died
So glad you're with me for this ride

You fill me up,
You're in my veins
A look could take my breath away
And all these things, you give away
Sometimes I take for granted

I see your face to start my day
Makes all my bad dreams go away
And all the stupid games we play
Wouldn't have it any other way

You fill me up,
You're in my veins
A look could take my breath away
And all these things, you give away
Sometimes I take for granted

You fill me up,
You're in my veins
A look could take my breath away
And all these things, you give away
Sometimes I take for granted

Staind