Yesterday after four hours of sleep I woke up ready to kill and eat anybody who crossed my path. Unfortunately for me it had snowed nine inches the night before and Wade was chomping at the bit to plunge into the untracked powder. His plan was to ski in the morning and than hook up with the boys and I at the mountain at lunchtime. He ignored that my hair was larger than usual and that my fangs were extracted. I wanted to scream to him, “Don’t leave me alone with the boys! Can’t you see that it is that time of the month annnnnd it’s a full moon? I’m not capable of handling this day”.  Instead I growled goodbye. He took the cue fleeing as fast as he could before I could become a heaving lump of disgrace at his feet.

When Brevitt’s friend was dropped off  later in the morning, I poked my head out of my office. “Don’t worry”, I assured the dad, “I will get out of my pajama’s, get my head out of these boxes of photographs and love letters from all of my ex-boyfriends and take the boys skiing”. He looked at me incredulously, unaware that I had become a Blogger and was deeply immersed in writing my story of “ALL MY X’S”.

I somehow gathered myself together and loaded up the boys and all of our equipment into Vini-Man. Tucker, who I believe is still biologically connected to my moods, was being extremely sensitive and needy. If I looked at him cross-eyed he would melt into a puddle and tell me that he needed a hug. He ran off as I wrestled with all of the equipment that kept bonking me on the head. I let out a string of unacceptable expletives and miserably began my search for him. I found him lying on his back in his freshly washed ski clothes, in the middle of a mud puddle. He had overheard me ranting and repeated my words back to me verbatim. I hoped that the surrounding families did not turn me in to social services.

I finally managed to get the boys all into the ski line when I realized that my ski ticket was no longer valid. Too late, the boys were already on the lift. I turned around and in disbelief saw Wade quietly standing there watching the whole debacle. “You’re on” I said and walked away. Wade was refreshed and ready to take on anything that I threw his way. I plugged in my ipod and skinned up the mountain. Slowly my complex beastly layers melted away.

An hour and a half later I returned to the family. They recognized me as their beloved mother and wife sans fur on the back of my hands. Wade knew not to bring up my bad behavior and I apologized for being psycho mom. The boys forgave me and climbed into my lap.

Tonight, I will try my best to get a good night’s sleep and not let the moon reak havoc on my temperate again. Hopefully, I will not wake up to a pile of bones laying next to me and human hair between my teeth.

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It has been almost three weeks and Wade is finally out of bed. Adding an injured or sick husband to a mother’s already frantic life will push mommy to the edge of the edge. Once again my placement as the youngest girl in my family comes into play. I was not raised to take care of people. I was raised to be the cutest and most adorable charmer and to be taken care of.

I have come to terms with that since I have started my own family. I will break from my past and become a more nurturing person. When Wade and I were first married, he was the most nurturing man. When I was sick he would sit by my side filled with concern and give me massages. When he got sick I put by his bed a glass of water, a magazine and a thermometer and fluttered off for the day. After all, we all know that men either go down harder than woman or were so pampered by their mothers when they were little that they think a sniffle is the end of the world. Either way, I wasn’t buying in to it. I had been sicker than that and still had to cope with my life, out of bed.

He soon hardened to my aches and pains. I realized I had to change and be more loving. My first introduction as a caring nurse was when he fell off of the cliff we lived on while gardening. We kept the truth quiet for as long as possible. He came home with staples in his knee and plunged into deep depression. I wasn’t even feigning concern as I tried to move him outside for some fresh air. After 10 blankets later and many complaints of being to cold, I moved him back inside. Caring was stressful!

This round, my first thought when I was informed that I had to take him to ER was, oh shit here we go! I had just started my web-site and was in the throws of an obsessive state. I did not have time to tend to anybody’s needs at the moment. But I was no longer Nurse Ratched. I massaged his back all night long and slept in a cramped position to keep my “healing hands” on his wound while he slept. I would go to sleep or wake up at 4am. The stairs were my energy release. Up for water and ice pack, down for kids meals, up for pain killers, down to scream at the boys to stop playing football in the house, up to lather on my progesterine cream and say a little prayer to whomever was listening – HELP ME GET THROUGH THIS!!!

Wade improved only to push himself to far and down he went again with muscle spasms in his chest for 48 hours. Not wanting to feel useless he would emerge into the boys room bent over in pain as I was putting them to sleep. I can reeeaaaddd to them (muscle spasm). I would yell at him to take the rest he needed to get better.

It is so good to have him back and laughing at me again without pain expressed all over his face. I am begging him to take it easy and get strong again. Mommy needs a huge break so that I may refuel before the next injury occurs in the family. I don’t think my family agrees with me.