Wow...Just...Wow.

Man, what a hectic two weeks.

Wait - let me start out a little differently. Let me start like this:

The rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated.

Yes, I still live. A bit more tired than usual, a bit busier than usual, but still breathing in and out, heart still circulating blood (I think - lemme check - yep, everything seems to still be working).

Last week the finance manager where I work was on vacation, so I had to work every day. To those of you who work full-time jobs, keep yer yaps shut. I know you do that every day of your lives, and yes, I can appreciate it, but I don't. I'm a part-time finance assistant and a full-time mommy. This week of full-time mommy and substitute-full-time-finance-manager has just killed me. I didn't have time to write much less have time to think about what to say.

Conman's feet are much better. He's finished with PT and progressing nicely in football (I've typed that in so many emails, so many posts, that I feel like a broken record). His first game was on Sunday, 08/10, and he got to go in and play two or three times. While he was in there he looked good, like he kinda-sorta knew what he was doing (it was the first game...none of 'em knew what they were doing, really) and did what the coaches told him to do. He's been having trouble "hitting" - he doesn't want to tackle - but I think now that he understands that it's all part of the game he's warming to it.

I got word from the Board of Education that Conman's transfer for his first-grade year came through fine, and he'll be attending the same school this year as he did last year. Thank goodness. I didn't want to have to take him a half-an-hour to school every morning.

I went to the doctor myself today. Finally, someone who will work with me. In the past, doctors have not wanted to put me on any sort of birth control because I had my tubes tied about five years ago. "There's no need for it, you don't need pregnancy prevention, and menstrual regulation isn't reason enough to put you on them." Not this nurse practitioner. She said, "Does being irregular bother you? Yes? Okay. We'll start you on something immediately." Not only that, but after nearly 15 years of trying to get ANY doctor to listen to me about the cystic acne on my body, I finally have someone not only willing to listen, but willing to do something about it. She's starting me on a course of treatment that will ultimately clear it up, which is something that I've wanted for years. It's painful, unsightly, and makes me look "unclean" even though I AM clean. Oh, and the best news? She plans on starting me on something to regulate my moods. She doesn't want to start me on anti-depressants at the same time as birth control, so the next time I go in to see her, if all is well, she will start me on something to regulate my moods. Do I need it? Hell yes. DH could tell you that probably better than I could.

We're going to be selling our house. Probably in the coming year sometime. My dad wants to get rid of this house and property, and his as well. He's too old to take care of so much yard, and DH is just plain old too busy to take care of ours. Plus, we need to live somewhere that's actually within my preferred school district - this yearly transfer crap is just too much to deal with. If things don't change, though, we'll be going further than just "down the road" somewhere - we're looking at going out of state if DH's job doesn't get any more...lucrative.

Well, that's where it's at right now. Off to bed tonight, work in the morning, and directly to football practice tomorrow evening. Good health to you all!