Sometimes I forget

to post and then I realized how many people read it. I am fine. I have actually been enjoying my two weeks and I had chemo this past week. Chemo did go as smoothly as it did the previous time before Girl's Weekend which makes me wonder how much "intervention" I got on that round so that I could make it to that weekend. For those of you who know the story which it isn't many, so don't feel left out, the round before girls weekend was administered to me on March 17th. There is a lot around St.Patrick's Day for me far, far beyond the holiday. Things that make you go HHMMMM. Anyhoo, I don't have any witty stories, but I am suffering from sleep deprivation right now.....yeah, it is 3:30 in the morning!!! Since I sent Grant away this weekend (weekend free of cancer - thank you Robin), my aunt has been staying with me to help with the boys. She has been great. She helped me get ready for bookclub, watched the boys when I have to "go - NOW!", read to them, bathed them, and we even went to Fred Meyer WITH the boys. She deserves combat pay for that one. It was fuchsia start day. What was I thinking!?!?!?! But I digress.....when Grant is gone Mason has gotten in the habit of "having bad dreams" and needing to sleep with me. That is okay since Grant and I are not both in the bed. (I make my Aunt sleep in the study on an aerobed and she keeps coming back. Our family loves torture.) So, for three nights, I am woken up by, "Mommy I had a bad dream." Okay, I am a Mom I can deal with that. No feet in my face, he doesn't snore, easy, BUT THEN, my neighbors son had a argument with his girlfriend AT 1:30 in the morning OUTSIDE their house. If you have ever been to my house, my neighbors are REALLY close to me. So, I hear the entire sorted details of a 25 year olds traumas. I then hear something about, "If you can't take your boy to McDonald's then..swear swear, swear, swear swear swear..." and I am thinking, "This isn't seriously over McDonald's is it???" So, they leave in the her car and come back 20 mins later and get this, I am just about asleep and BAM! all I can smell is McDonald's. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?!?! SHE TOOK HIM TO MCDONALD'S?!?!??!?! Swear swear swear swear swear, throw McDonald's bag at him and OMG I can't believe this.....OMG you are so swear swear swear swear......exit girlfriend. So, as I am laying there thinking, I really want to sleep, I was THIS close to going outside and saying to her - not him - her, "Seriously, tell me you didn't take him to McDonald's cause sweetie he just wanted a last meal, he tortured you to do it, you did it, and now you are still at the same point you were but you are out $5. CLASSIC. The saddest part is why I know this, but we won't bore you with that. So, I am going to try and go back to bed. I have physical therapy tomorrow for cancer rehab and scans this week. I am trying to enjoy this time, but I am nervous. I don't know what the scan will bring, I am again being graded on a test I have no control over, and my fate lies in it hands. The docs are going back to the table with my scans and deciding what to do with me. I will leave that to them. So when you close an post like that you can definitely see who COMPLETELY INSIGNIFICANT my neighbor's boy's troubles are, but, unfortunately, it is all he can see and he feels it (too much). Back to bed, Ang