Hubby's alarm went off this morning at it's usual time...6 AM. I struggled to turn it off, because my hand had somehow managed to fall completely asleep. As I became more conscious, I realized my right hip was screaming with pain. Not twingeing, not aching, but screaming in full blown agony. I realized that I'd slept in the same position all night. Anyone with even a little bit of arthritis (old artie as my Grandma used to call it) in their joints knows that this is a bad thing. So I gingerly negotiated myself into another position on the other hip, with some moderate whimpering. I looked at hubby. He showed no signs of wakefulness. "Get out of my bed." I grumbled crankily. He sighed and sat up. I closed my eyes. I opened them. He was still sitting there.
Me: What are you doing?
Him: Disentangling my socks. (He sets his clothes out by the bed the night before)
Me: Well could you do that in the living room so I can go back to sleep??
He lumbered out of the room. I sank back into grateful oblivion. For fifteen minutes. Then I woke up to the Diesel (one of our youngest kitties) scratching furiously at the door to be let back in. She freaks out if she can't get to me. I put the pillow over my head. We go through this every morning. Two mornings out of seven, hubby hears her and lets her in. The other mornings, I have to get out of bed and do it myself. My hip is still screaming, I'm praying he hears her. Five minutes go by. No luck. I drag myself out of bed and limp to the door, biting my lip. Seriously, my eyes well up with tears by the time I get back into bed. I lay there thinking I will not be able to go back to sleep because of the pain. Diesel purrs and settles by my feet. I debate getting up and taking arthritis medicine. I debate getting up and taking Vicodin. But alas, I have a conference call at 10 AM and do not want to be loopy or groggy for it. I fall back to sleep.
8 AM. I awake to vegetable drawer banging as Lu attempts to open it. Yes, I can tell that's what the noise is from the bedroom. Two months since I asked Hubby to fix it. Still broken and sticks. No point going back to sleep. I limp to bathroom, then kitchen. Kids make fun of my limp. I flip them off (save your parenting advice, it's too late for that) and gimp to my computer. Blessedly, the arthritis meds have kicked in now and the hip is tolerable. Sorry, didn't mean to whine about it. Oh WTH! It's my blog, I'll whine if I want to. Can't wait to talk to orthopedic doc on Friday. Hip is probably hurting from walking funny due to knee. And, in the interest of honesty and keeping it real, I did play some Wii with the kids last night. I'm pretty sure it was the skateboarding that got me. It almost got Lu as well, but in an entirely different way. Let's just say that skateboarding is not my thing. I sucked it up pretty badly. If they gave points for hitting the fence and the walls, well I'd be champion. But they don't. Lu laughed so hard watching me that she couldn't breathe. I kid you not, she turned blue. Screw skateboarding, I'm going back to snowball fighting.
And in the interest of funny~
Lu and I were watching the season finale of "16 & Pregnant". Don't ask. She got addicted and sucked me in. So on this wrap up show, Dr. Drew (trying to look hip in a purplish colored shirt and velvet (maybe) jacket and so not pulling it off) talked to the girls. Throughout this hour and a half they reiterated that teen pregnancy is 100% preventable. They go over birth control options and remind you that condoms also protect against STD's and STI's.
Me: Did he just say STI's?
Me: *staring into space, thinking* Infections maybe?
Lu: Maybe. I was totally confused, but I didn't want to ask you because then you're all like 'I'm so much cooler than you'...
Me: *giggling at her* Well, I am.
Anyone who says that these shows glorify teen pregnancy (like my mother, who's never even watched the show) is totally off base. There's no glory here. Just a bunch of whiny teenagers, finally realising that pregnancy is not fun or easy and labor sucks. And then realising that their mother's were right, taking care of a baby not only is exhausting, but totally ruins your social life. It's a fantastic advertisement for birth control.
Which is why I'm completely confused when Lu asks me what I would say if she got pregnant.
Me: Probably something along the lines of "Holy Crap Batman"
Lu: But you wouldn't yell?
Me: That would be pretty hypocritical of me, wouldn't it? No, I wouldn't yell. I'd tell you that I think it's a really bad decision on your part and it would be a decision because you are well versed in birth control. But it's your life so it's your decision.
Lu: Well, I'm not.
Me: Good. I'd also advise you to take a good hard look at my life and decide if that's what you really want. Not that my life is bad, or I regret any of my decisions, but it hasn't been an easy road and every day is still a compromise. And if you guys have a baby before you go to school, your lives will be very similar to ours. That's an uphill struggle that your father and I were fortunate to make it through. So you have to weigh that along with whether or not you think that you and Dexter's relationship is strong enough to weather that and whether or not you think he's mature enough to handle the situation.
Lu: I know, that's why I'm not. But we did almost drive to Vegas the other night to get married.
Me: *blinking owlishly at her in her total shock*
Happy Wednesday...halfway to the weekend...