The Lazy Organizer

• I love my blog.
• It entertains me when I’m sick.
• When I have the flu and can’t lift my head off my pillow I can do a search and read what I wrote all the other times I had the flu.
• It’s funny to see what I write when I’m delirious.
• That is, when I’m conscious enough to look at the computer.
• That only happens after I’ve slept long enough to get my strength up to read.
• I can’t read a book because a book would be too heavy but I can read my blog.
• The last time I had the flu was in February.
• If you have the strength and nothing better to do you can read about it.
• Giving a 6 hour seminar on my death bed.
• Where I talk about death and dying.
• Snap Out of It Girl

In that last link, coincidentally, I mention what it feels like to be a not so famous public figure.  It’s not fun being criticized even when you know you are doing what’s right and you are doing the best you can.  Every where I go now it seems like I’m meeting nice people who read my blog.  I can’t even tell you how weird that is.  Not only is it weird that I post personal stories, and sick pictures of myself on the internet but other people are actually reading them and looking at them.  It’s especially disturbing that people I don’t want reading my blog, are reading my blog and that paparazzi are posting pictures of me eating chocolate ice cream bars on Facebook.  Ok, that one was really funny but I also don’t know what to think of it.

I’ve been going through some internal trauma about the whole thing lately in case you haven’t noticed.  I turned the comments off, I sort of stopped blogging for a while, I took my archives off.  But then I get these letters from you and you tell me how something I said has changed your life in a good way and then I can’t stop blogging.  I know it’s presumptuous of me to think that my experiences  can help someone have a better life but there you have it.  That’s why I’m back into the blogging business and I guess I always will be as long as you keep reading.

And if you don’t keep reading then I will probably keep blogging anyway because blogging changes me and plus it’s so dang entertaining for me when I have nothing better to do.

My Sweet Husband

Sailor is using some vacation days to stay home and take care of me while I’m sick.  Except that I won’t let him stay home.  I kicked all of them out yesterday so I could have some peace and quiet.  They went to town to put up our friend’s sailboat for the winter and to run errands.  I don’t really need anyone taking care of me because I’m too sick to eat or need anything.  I slept and it was wonderful.

This morning I kicked them out again.  Normally Mommy Mountain is a fun game to play with Patience but when I’m sick, every little elbow and knee and head butt hurts.  The children had some bounce back passes from the Classic Fun Center they went to last week so when they begged to go and Sailor said no, I politely changed his mind for him.  So that’s where they are today and if you see them there please  say hello.  Sailor took a shower and combed his hair just for you.  Unlike the last time he went when he showered but was so busy rounding up children that he forgot to comb his hair.  I told him that wasn’t why the moms were looking at him funny.  It was really because he was there in the middle of the day with four kids when he should have been at work and they should have been in school.  At least one mom understood but she was staring for another reason.

I saw your kids at classic skate–one walked by and I thought, “Hey that looks like…” then the others whizzed by so it was confirmed. You’ll be happy to know that it looked like Muscles was taking good care of his baby sister.   Angela

I need to think twice before letting my rowdy bunch out in public without me there to supervise.  You thought you knew us from the blog?  Just wait till you find out how we act in real life.

Please, no pictures of it on Facebook.

p.s.

• Another time I had the flu.
• When you’ve got nothing better to do you might as well get the flu.
• Not that I even know what the flu is.
• Every time I throw up I call it the flu.
• I get the flu for nine months every time I’m pregnant.

Now I’m exhausted and need another nap.

November 20th, 2009 Lara Gallagher Posted in The Weird Family | 20 Comments »

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