Moon In My Room

Daughter #1 has a moon in her room. It is pretty cool actually. She got this nifty moon for Christmas last year and basically it is a model of the moon with a light behind it. When you turn it on the moon moves from crescent to quarter to half to quarter and then back to crescent again. It is surprisingly realistic. She looks at it nightly before going to sleep and eventually it turns itself off. I can't understand why anyone would want the full moon in their room....

The werewolf syndrome is hard upon me. Last night was the full moon and once again I couldn't sleep. I checked my back this morning to see if I had any hair growing there, but I couldn't see very well! I sat at the computer last night and stared at that huge honkin' white globe in the sky. It was lovely and the blue cast of shadow and light was affecting everyone, even the alpacas who were fighting at midnight and got the scare of their lives when Duffy, our big outdoor dog, went running to investigate what all the squealing was about. It disturbed me at the computer, and I went to see too. Once everyone had settled back down, I was seriously tempted to go out and light a fire in the fireplace on the deck, and sit in that blue light for all of eternity. But somehow I just didn't have the energy. That's what a full moon does to me. It makes me not able to sleep but meanwhile my body needs rest. So I'm not sleepy buy I am tired.

Hubby and I have been at it hammer and tongs all week, especially Hubby. He has finished all of the paneling in Daughter #2's room and is currently working on our room. Last night I helped him finish the ceiling in our room. Today we will carry on with the ceiling in our upstairs bathroom and then out over the stairs. Once we have this done then we will work on the walls in our bedroom. There is a little plumbing to be done and then we have to wait till payday to buy some more materials. But it is good to see progress.

Hubby and the girls are back to school on Tuesday. We are gearing up and nobody is happy. We are all grouchy and cranky. We snap at each other for the most stupid reasons. Somehow we can't seem to help ourselves. How can the summer be over that soon? It doesn't seem possible.

I've had very little time to blog this week, but one of the things I had to do was to go to the dentist and while I was in that town I went shopping for the Daughters school supplies. It is hard to buy things for school because it just makes everything that much more real.

The dentist did save my tooth and now I have this very smooth white lump in the back where there was a nasty hole. He drilled and hammered and grinded and generally did nasty things and I thought I would be there forever. Let me tell you my knuckles will never be the same. They are permanently white from the stress of it all. But the most embarrassing thing happened while I was on that chair.... I had to pee. No I didn't wet my pants. But OH MY GOD did I ever come close. I left the house early in the morning and never drank any tea or anything at all for that matter as I was seriously scared of this very possibility. I invariably ended up peeing in one of those desperate "find the bathroom quick" scenarios. I seriously thought I had it under control, because, when I first got there after driving an hour, I politely took off my coat and hung it up then asked where their bathroom was. I knew I should pee as it was grossly early in the morning when I left home. The receptionist was polite about it and gave me the key and told me their bathroom was down the hall. I was back in short order and I waited with Daughter #1 who was there to have her teeth cleaned and get a referral for the orthodontist. She got called first and I went in 45 minutes later, but I felt pretty good. There were no fore warnings that the bathroom would be calling me in short order.

The dentist got down to it right away. Now, I am claustrophobic and I hate dentists chairs and I can't stand those nasty contraptions that look like they are a mini rubber hammock that they hook over your mouth to keep chunks of tooth falling down your throat. But there I lay in an uncomfortable position with a little blue sheet over my mouth and my mouth stretched open so wide that the dentist could have driven a bulldozer in there! Then slowly I started to notice that there was a definite uncomfortable full feeling in the bladder region. OH NO! I was sure I would be in that dratted chair for another eon and I needed to pee. I crossed my legs and my knuckles began to turn whiter as I was determined to outlast the dentist. 15 minutes went by and then another 15 and then every minute after that felt like one of the ages from J.R. Tolkien's Lord Of The Rings (which we have just watched on TV these last few free nights of summer vacation). Finally I admitted defeat and raised my right hand to the dentist indicating that I needed a sec. I managed to say "bathroom" which sounded more like "atoom" but he got the picture... That's when I discovered the evil mindedness of dentists. The bugger wouldn't let me up to go.... he said, "I'm almost done." I felt like saying, "so am I", but I didn't. No matter it would have been really embarrassing to walk down the hall with the rubber sheet draped over my mouth and my mouth open wide enough to drive a bulldozer in.

The dentist finished but by then I was cross eyed and my Uvula was floating. I wonder if he noticed? I hopped out of that chair, let me tell you and passed the receptionist, grabbing the key off the hook at a run. I couldn't get the annoying key in the lock of the bathroom door fast enough, and worse I thought I wasn't going to get my pants down fast enough either. Daughter #1 thought there was something wrong with me as I passed her so fast too....

Anyway, that is the kind of thing that happens when the moon is waxing. This week the moon is waning.... hmm... I wonder if things will go wrong or right.