Heebie Jeebies

The last couple times that Jamie and I have gone to a super together, which isn’t often, as generally some of the kids want to stay home and one of us stays with them, it’s been weird. Tonight we took Sissy to Chedraui to pick out her birthday cake (and I WILL be accepting the bad mother award for being reminded about her birthday from a friend; you mean it is almost SEPTEMBER already? Why didn’t someone tell me…) for her soon to be (checks time) birthday today. At one point I lost both Jamie and Sissy and gave up looking for them when then finally showed and another time Jamie was off salivating over more clothing that he Simply Must Have (I think we might have purchased the palapa soley for the washing machine and more room for his clothes) while Sissy and I tried to fill the basket and GO ALREADY. A helpful Chedraui clerk mistook Jamie’s look of “overwhelmed with the pleasure of retail therapy” for “where has that Woman gotten off to AGAIN” and he told Jamie that I was six isles away. This would normally be simply chalked up to miscommunication as Jamie’s Spanish is sometimes not so good and being under the absolute and enthralling spell that is Retail Therapy (for him), I’d suspect he lost quite a bit in translation. But this is the SECOND time this has happened, and in two different supers! The last time he was actually looking for me, multiple times, and each time a clerk found him and told him where to find me. So, a bit of weirdness there that I really don’t even want to contemplate.

The problem with getting any sickness in a large family is that it takes For Freaking Ever for it to go afreaking away. I have been sitting on my hands, biting my tongue, devising devilish plans, making Plan B, C, D and E, and still have not been to the ravaged-by-Dean Costa Maya. And while we’re on the subject, I was updating some paypal information and found ANOTHER donation from the most lovely Debra and handsome Ian, our nice with a capital N, neighbors. (waits for the applause to die down) So, I’ve been gathering clothes and trying to talk the kids out of some of the plethora of toys they have and waiting. Wouldn’t you know it, but just when it looked like the last of the sickos was getting better, someone came along with a birthday. I have been trying to convince myself that help will be needed even more at a later date, when the hoopla is over and the next disaster looms on the horizon (did someone mention soon-to-be Tropical Storm Felix?) to assuage my guilt but it is taking a bit of convincing.

The sicknesses seem to be hanging on as the stomach thing is then followed by a sore throat and cold like thing so today I took strong measures and any sicko still under the weather is on raw garlic. I started yesterday and my respiratory thing is already gone. We’ve had amazing luck with raw garlic but I sure wish it would do something to the mozzies. I’m really worried one of the kids will contract Dengue and while I’m really anti-toxins, we’ve been buying the DEET mozzy stuff and slathering the kids whenever they aren’t watching. Cross fingers.

We’ve 1/2 way unpacked from all the hurricane packing as I was really hoping we’d get the back doors in and be GONE already, but we’re now thinking of flying back to California for October instead of driving. For one thing it should be cheaper, even if we stay in a hotel instead of with family, and much less hassle. Of course, we would be limited in the goodies we can bring back to Mexico and we’d be leaving the trailer behind. Once you get used to dragging your house wherever you go it is really hard to leave it somewhere. The kids little minds have been blown and Ellen even mock cried tonight at the thought of leaving the trailer behind. It would be such an enormously long trip for a month in California though. Good thing we got those passports after all. Thanks Mom!

I have a feeling that I’ve lost each and every train of thought about half way through each sentence and each paragraph makes no sense, but it is 1:20am, and really, I’m not sure I’d be much better at 10am. If I don’t post now I may never post.

So let’s all give my first girl-child some birthday wishes, take a moment for the survivors to our south, blow hot winds toward South America so TD6 will be gobbled up by the dry air of that continent, take another moment for the desire and hope you’re thinking of and hope my mind makes its way back to its owner. Well, I’m hoping that would be me.

Oh, in palapa news, we are getting much closer to having a back door. Well, WE think we are. We even handed money over but that doesn’t really mean all that much. But we’re pretty sure that Jorge is getting really close to thinking about installing the doors. So let’s all send Jorge some “but you’d LOVE to install those doors” vibes.

Lastly, apology number 38,746 to the poor fools who comment and/or email me. Honestly, I PROMISE I’ll respond. Honestly.