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Bridget – Girl Gang Member

Considerate, good-natured and humble. It’s hard to even remember when we met exactly because I don’t like to remember time when she wasn’t a part of my life. I suppose it has been close to 14 years. Maybe? Seems like forever. I met her husband when Grayson was a baby and a few years later our families ended up living in the same neighborhood. We have shared ridiculousness through our dress up parties, lots of food at numerous home gatherings, and more wine and beer than anyone cares to admit. Together we have experienced the highest highs and lowest lows and supported each other through them. Bridg and I can be quite opposite and yet oh so the same. We definitely balance out our personalities.

This is not only how I see her but how she truly is . . . Considerate– showing regard for another’s feelings, circumstances, etc. I can’t tell you how many times I have quite literally leaned on her shoulders and cried. She genuinely cares for other people and she listens. While she is always considerate of my feelings she is not afraid to tell me the other side. I am thankful to have a friend who can be honest with me even if it may not be what I want to hear. That is hard to come by. THANKFUL!  Good-natured – having or showing a pleasant, kindly disposition. Even though Bridget’s personality is more on the introverted side she never comes off as snobby or stuck up. She has a warm smile on her face and makes others feel comfortable. She doesn’t believe in rocking the boat. She is my calm in a lot of storms. Humble – not proud or arrogant. This one jumps out like a flashing, strobe light. Bridget is the definition of this! She doesn’t care about the material things in life. She doesn’t feel like she is better than anyone, yet she knows her self-worth. Bridget is the sugar to my spice! So, for today here is the good . . . I am BLESSED to call her my friend, my sister and to have her be part of my inner circle – my Girl Gang. I love you, Bridg! Much Peace and Love Y’all! I hope you enjoy the rest of your weekend.

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I’m riding around in my pajamas again

Good morning my wonderful Look for the good . . . family and friends! My deepest apologies for the long overdue blogpost. As you know, if you have kept up with the blog, I was working a long-term sub position. It just finished about two weeks ago but then I picked up a few more substituting jobs and then just as I get a moment to myself (who are we kidding? We all know I don’t get moments to myself) – my oldest daughter gets sick. She is the one who is severely handicap so a regular cold for one person doesn’t always mean just a cold for her. This comes on the heels of my youngest daughter being sick and my husband being sick. But don’t worry we are The Crazy Harts Club and nothing would be complete if I didn’t get sick too! Everyone has finished their antibiotics except for me. I just started and even got a steroid shot in the hiney. I hate needles, but this stuff needs to go (need ta go courtesy of Bon Qui Qui at King Burger. Y’all have to look this up on YouTube if you don’t know what I’m talking about!) Plus, I am on a crapload of steroids for SIX MORE DAYS and souped up antibiotics. Watch out world! I will be operating on less sleep than I already get which is only a few hours. I will be eating everything in sight including the legs off of tables (inside joke). I may be even more hyper than usual – Yay! Go Team! Woooooo! And if I gain any more weight then I just may give up and you can then find me lying naked in my front yard drinking wine doing a snow angel with no snow. Uggh! As you can tell my ADHD is on Level 10 today because it has been awhile since I have written. Hard to get my thoughts and words together. My thoughts are swirling around like pigpen’s cloud (Peanuts reference people) and my words are like Usain Bolt in the Olympics. They ain’t no catchin’ ‘em! It’s like herding cats at a rat fest. Eww! That’s kinda gross. But anyway, you get what I’m saying. I’m all over the place. As I always promise at the end of every blogpost I show you the good . . . So, for today, here it is – the good . . . I am riding around in my pajamas again. It may be with a Band-Aid on my backside and Kleenex hanging out of both my nostrils, but it is SO NICE to have a break between substituting jobs. I want to let everyone know the writing of #adayinthelifeofJane is back as often as possible. Look for a POSITIVE PURPOSEFUL POST tomorrow to kick off your weekend AND always remember to Look for the good . . . Much Peace and Love Y’all!

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Where do I sign for my own reality T.V. show?

No joke! I had someone say to me this morning before 9 a.m. – “Jane, you should have your own reality show.” “Yeah, no doubt” I agreed. And that isn’t the first time I’ve heard that either.

This morning started off with my granddog, Bella, growling on two different incidences while looking at something in the dark. I was sound asleep which also rarely happens. I generally sleep 2-4 hours a night and that is not a consistent 2-4 hours. It is very interrupted. Yes, I’m serious. Bella looks at things intently that we cannot see a lot. However, I have never heard her growl at something invisible. Yep, it scared the poo out of me. We, Kloie and I, are convinced we have at least three to four spirits living in our house. When it was time to actually get up I rolled out of bed and muddled down the stairs to find my sweet, daily, morning present of gay son, wiener dog urine. Thanks, Reesy. Nothing like waking up to the smell of that and coffee. What a mixture! After cleaning that up and taking the three amigos outside to do their business, I had to play referee to both granddogs who want to have an MMA fight every morning over each other’s bowls. I barely got to eat my Cheerios before Kev came downstairs and it was time to get Grayson dressed. My mornings are so chaotic I am usually walking around eating and drinking while doing other things. Why is my life not the least bit calm? Kevin left for work and while I was brushing Grayson’s hair she decided it would be a good idea to push the pommel on her wheelchair down so she could half slide into the floor. Keep in mind she is 95-100 pounds. As I’m wrestling her back up into the seat she goes into a seizure and her baby, Copper, figured that would be the perfect time to hop up in her lap. Cuss! Where is my PAUSE button? Meanwhile, her oatmeal was heating in the microwave and kept ‘ding, ding, ding-ing’ letting me know it’s ready. I know it’s ready but I’m at the circus here not the ocean. Can’t you see? I don’t have octopus arms. After feeding Grayson, I had to go to the bathroom but I knew Reesy needed to go out too. He pees every few minutes it seems because he is so old. He is the only one I can let outside alone. The other two will run away. I opened the door for him and closed it good (or at least I thought I did) so Bella and Copper wouldn’t run out. I went in to the bathroom, which is right at the back door, hoping I can finish before any more mayhem happens while I’m not supervising. But why would I think that? It IS The Hart house after all! Next thing I hear a door hit the wall and I’m like ‘no way’. Yes, way. Reesy has somehow pushed the door open and out goes Bella. Can I just use the bathroom for five seconds? Of course, she stands just outside the garage at the end of the ramp looking at me to see what I am going to do. I tried going after her but she always runs faster and further. So, I left her. I’m thinking I need to brush Grayson’s teeth, do her three-step face wash regimen, write in her school notebook about her night and morning (since she is non-verbal), crank up the van, back it out a little to let the ramp down and yet I can’t find Kloie’s dog. I got in the car and drove to the next cul-de-sac where I usually find her and see her chomping away on crap – literal crap! Chunks and chunks of someone else’s real doo doo. She would not come to me and we were going to be so late to school. I drove back home and went in to finish getting Grayson ready for school. That’s when Bella decided to come on in to the garage. At least she came back. Now usually Grayson’s baby, Copper, rides in her lap to school and back home in the afternoons. But after Bella frolicked back in the kitchen and was licking Copper’s face I thought no way was he going to sit in Grayson’s lap and lick her face all the way to school after having chunks of poo spit transferred to his little mouth. I finally got Grayson into the van (which we got back last night after SIX WEEKS and it still isn’t right) and as I was putting all the brakes on, hooking up and strapping in the wheelchair tie-downs, she had another seizure. They were brief and mild so we went on to school. We made it to school, I dropped her off with her asleep and me half way asleep, then back home. I pulled into our driveway when I received a phone call from her teacher stating “Hey, Jane, Grayson has had 5 seizures in 20 minutes.” Uggh! Here it is 8:25 a.m. and I am on my way back to her school with rescue meds in hand/g-tube. Thank goodness, she has a fabulous teacher and other wonderful people there (Colleen, etc.) to check on her. As if Grayson hasn’t missed enough school. I guess it’s just another day to spend with mama. For today, here is the good . . . I will be in my closet not only drinking wine but I am adding in a massive amount of doughnuts! And please if anyone out there is in advertising or knows of someone ANYWHERE can you please get The Harts our own reality T.V. show. Trust me when I say it is entertaining! No, I’m not kidding. We need the money to build a one-story, open floor plan, handicap accessible house. Much Peace and Love Y’all!

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Down to my last drop of wine in the closet . . .

Well, I told you Kev bought me A LOT of wine for my birthday. I’m actually almost out at this point. Hmm I guess I really should look to see how many calories are in the Cabs I drink. Wait! That may deter me from drinking. No, not possible. Here’s why –

I wake up to Grayson yelling how bored she is, please change my diaper, medicate me, and feed me. As well as Reesy, my ancient sausage full of love, is – you know it – barking. Very loudly! He is telling his siblings/niece/nephew (that’s a cluster too) to get in on the action. Bark, bark (Mama, mama) bark, bark (Get up!) bark, bark (I’m hungry) bark, bark, bark, bark, bark, bark, bark, bark, bark, bark, bark, bark, bark, bark, bark, bark, bark, bark (but don’t worry I’ve already pooped in the den so I don’t need you to take me out). This is how my day begins. EVERY DAY!

Somehow, I throw these elephant stumps I call my legs out from underneath the covers, roll out onto the floor, and slump down the stairs where my hunk of Oscar Meyer is waiting on me. I let Bella and Copper out of their crates and the feeding frenzy begins. Reesy and Copper eat so fast the water at the kitchen sink hasn’t even had a chance to get hot to dissolve Grayson’s meds. While Bella is taking her SAT (Sweet A$$ Time) eating one dog food morsel at a time I take the other two outside. He was right – Reesy left me dog doo doo during the night so there is only pee pee to be done by him. Let’s not forget it has been raining so none of our three children/grandchildren think it is a good idea to wade out into the soggy grass to mess up their hands and feet – especially the wiener whose real wiener drags the ground and gets dirty. Can you imagine? No one wants that. Poor little man. As I go back in there is Bella is just waiting her turn. I take her out and after having a seriously long conversation in English she finally does her business even though I think she only speaks German. (We aren’t sure if she has German Shepherd in her or not???) I finally get Grayson’s meds measured, crushed, dissolved and head into her room. What might I find there? Oh, just the usual. She has wet through and it is time to start laundry. Meds given, diaper changed, clothes and bed linens changed. Pouring sweat, I shuffle back through the foyer into the den and step in poop. Really? Who did it? Whose brand is it? As I’m hopping on one foot so not to spread it all over the floor, I trip and fall into the dog water bowl. Now there is water all over the floor and me and the precious little fur children are out of water. I crawl on my hands and knees trying not to put the doo doo foot down and make it to underneath the kitchen sink where there are paper towels and Clorox wipes. After cleaning all that up I forced myself to go upstairs and change into dry clothes even though I must admit I wanted to sit naked at the kitchen table and drink wine – skip the coffee at this point! I just remembered laundry. I have to clean all Grayson’s stuff. I pick up the big ol’ pile of wet stuff out of her bathtub which is so high I can hardly see. Back into the foyer, through the den, into the kitchen and on my way to the washing machine I almost slipped. What the heck? Pee! Dog pee! “That’s it!” I yell. “Y’all have got to stop before I lose it! That is enough!” And because I am paying them any kind of attention what are they doing? Standing in a row in front of me, tails wagging, waiting for a freakin’ treat from me. Can I just have a t-shirt that says “Is there anything else I can do for you?” Story of my life. At some point I had turned the Keurig on (who can remember when?) and needed coffee ASAP! I pop the k-cup in, close it down and press the flashing button that should say “The Most” on it. I turn around and lean back against the counter looking at the three amigos when all of a sudden I feel something hot and wet on my back. Turning around I realized no, no I didn’t ever put a coffee mug underneath the hole. I’m in tears and considering taking a straw to my countertops. Is this day ever going to end? What time is it? 7:15 a.m.! Oh, come on. For today, here is the good . . . I do have a whole box of k-cups, and remember the paper towels and Clorox wipes from earlier? Yeah, I have plenty of those to clean up the mess. Lucky me! AND at some point today I will take Kloie’s Jeep to the store for more wine! Yay me! Much Peace and Love Y’all!

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Drinking in my closet

This is what I’m doing right now as I write this. I used to do this A LOT when my girls were little. It was where I went to hide because we all know kids find you no matter what. My husband used to ask me “Why don’t you just close the door?” Ha, ha okay. Reality is I could close the door AND LOCK IT and Kloie would knock on it saying “Mama? Mama, what are you doing in there?” Then my husband would say “Just don’t answer.” Reality #2 here come the little fingers under the door. “Mama? Mama? Are you in there? I can hear you.” This is when I discovered going into my bedroom, locking the door, then going further into my room to my closet and hiding was better than nothing. At least I couldn’t see the little fingers under the door anymore. Don’t get me wrong I love my girls but I RARELY get any time alone. What brings me to drinking in my closet today? This cluster of a mess that has been left from the car wreck in December. It left me a wreck! It has been one whole freakin’ month since Grayson has left the house! Yes! A whole month! She is missing school, forget church, no going out to eat or Starbucks (at least no Sbux outings).

Now Kloie’s little voice has been replaced by a nonstop barking wiener, who in people years is almost 100, so I feel a little guilty. You can hear him from a mile away. And Kloie’s little fingers underneath the door have been replaced by two of the three dogs using their little hands to scratch at the door. The third dog, being the old wiener, can’t make it upstairs anymore. Yes, my dogs have hands and feet. Kevin thinks I’m crazy. Whoever came up with four-legged friend anyway?

Is it normal for car accident crap to take over a month? It just feels like it is never-ending. You know how we say when it rains it pours? Is that true or does it just feel like it because we are already down? Here’s the deal. Because of our unique situation, we can’t just hop in another car and go. All we have is Kloie’s Jeep and I can’t even lift Grayson anymore so there is no me getting her in there. Or some people may just go rent a car. Again, because it is a van with a lift in it – it costs over $100 a day. Umm hello? How much would that cost for over a month? We can’t afford that. Yes, we have insurance but no rental coverage. I am a good driver and therefore never planned on having rental insurance. Then we find out this boy whose tire hit us is more than likely not covered. The parents won’t call the insurance companies back. We have seen the boy driving around because they only live a few miles from us. His life has not changed a bit and ours was wrecked! The police aren’t helpful. No one cares. It is a cluster ____ for sure.

Of course, this is all happening while I am trying to lose weight. I really am trying. I have actually joined a gym (so not a gym girl) and watching what I put into this body – including this delicious wine! This post will be continued but for today, here is the good . . . my thoughtful husband bought me MANY bottles of wine for my birthday in December so I can sit in my closet for a while. Much Peace and Love Y’all!

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Positive Purposeful Post

Every day may not be good . . . but there is something good in every day.

I want to try something with YOU, my readers. I know I am the one who writes something and have promised that at the end of every post I will show you the good . . . Well even though I could find something I need you to help me see some good today. Here’s why . . .

This morning we woke Grayson up from a dead sleep and immediately she started putting both hands in her mouth. It’s kinda like a baby sucking their thumb for comfort. She has done this her entire life. However, she chews on her fingers, they can become raw, and she soaks her bibs and cute shirts with spit! Ick! So, we have what we call arm braces that don’t allow her arms to bend up to her mouth. It may sound bad but it isn’t torturous. Y’all know me. Grayson is a wee bit spoiled! Grayson obviously doesn’t like it though. Before we could even get her clothes on we had to start with the arm braces. She yelled all the way through me brushing her hair, getting her breakfast ready, feeding her, brushing her teeth and giving her morning meds. She continued to yell as I was wrestling NOW 3 dogs, picking up random poop I found underneath the Christmas tree as an early present, wiping up dog drool on the floor from where they watch her eat, and trying to have them all “do their business” outside before I took her to school. This is my every morning. I feel like by the time 7:30 a.m. gets here I have already run a marathon.

She yelled all the way to school and all I wanted to do was listen to Christmas music on 98.9 or be able to hear Hawk and Tom on B93.7 but nooooo she screamed as loud as possible. When she got to school, they said she went to sleep. I contemplated drinking wine with my Cheerios this morning or maybe even soaking my Cheerios in red wine instead of almond milk. But we all know if I had done that I would eat even more cereal than normal and wouldn’t be able to drive her to school and we all know mama needs a break! As soon as I got back home to our driveway I received a call from Grayson’s school that she had a red face and a fever. Of course, I went to get her. So much for quiet time. When I got her back home, she woke up, I checked her temp twice and nothing. NO FEVER! Who knows what that was? I checked it later and still below normal. So, even though I am sure I could give you some good . . . I ask will you comment below or on Facebook or Instagram #lookforthegoodinc YOUR good for today please? Share with me what your good is in your life for today and I will put your name in a drawing for a FREE PRODUCT! Much Peace and Love Y’all! I can’t wait to read them! Inspire me!!!

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