Seriously!

Between Mr. Mormon and myself, we're rather in the thick of dealing with crud.

His family has the unsavory task of dealing with his recently deceased  and longtime estranged father's "stuff." He's found two suitcases full of papers to go through and there's still much more to find. But he needs a hazmat team to help him finish. 

No, seriously. Hazmat.

I'm trying like mad to get 3.0 squared away and get some speech services provided to her through our insurance, which is  a logistics nightmare at best.  Call the therapist - call the doctor - call the teacher - call the doctor back - call the therapist back - call the billing department back - call the insurance - call the insurance - call the insurance - email the therapist and the billing department..... 

We have a PPO, but we still have to use in-network providers or else. (Sort of makes you wonder why it's a PPO?)   But there are no in-network speech providers in my area. Or within the next 75 miles. And - gosh - there are NO approved speech therapists in all of Florida for my baby.

Seriously.

What do YOU think the chances are that they are going to cover my kid's speech?

Yeah - that's about what I thought.  At least I didn't have to traipse through bodily fluids to get my task completed. Mr. Mormon wins there. Fear Factor family issues trump my multi-media insurance capers. 

On top of all of that, my car needs an oil change, I need to make a total of six doctors' appointments for the kids and I, I continue to be coughing up a lung,  and my Scooba is still dead so I'm having to keep it old school in mopping.  (Old school meaning I use the carpet cleaner's hard floor attachment - I'm not REALLY mop-mopping. Puh-lease. I don't even own one anymore.) 

I wish I could hire someone to sort this all out for us. 

Seriously - I want to hire someone.  So - are any of you willing? I'll pay you what I make an hour to handle this for us.  Any takers? 

Thanks in advance!  You're so nice.  Seriously!  Call me when you're done - I'm going to the beach.

Tell me whatcha want, whatcha really really waaaant...

I love the song Dream Big. I found it on a couple's blog - they are trying to adopt and from all the looks of it, will just make wonderful parents. Kudos to them. Since I heard it there, I've added it to my own playlist and am starting to think of it as my anthem. Anthem of the month that is. I'm fickle - I know it will change.

Anyhoo - I like the message of the song that you can dream big things. Really - for the most part, what does it hurt to dream big?

Sometimes, living life and being productive hinders you from pursuing your own dreams. College loans and marriage and kids and health issues and spouse concerns and job struggles sometimes cause us to adjust our dreams and plans a smidge. And frankly, that's as it should be. If we all did exactly what we wanted all the time, we'd not only be selfish, but we'd be denying ourselves the right to a mid-life crisis.

Most of us haven't dreamt anything huge since we were little. I was thinking back today on what I thought my life would be when I was older - and what I thought I'd be doing. I've been thinking about my 12-(or so) year-old-self's dream life.

I thought I'd be a concert pianist - or some type of musical performer.

I thought my husband would dote on me and treat me like a queen and I'd be the envy of all my friends.

I believed I'd have this fabulous musical career in the evening, after tucking my gorgeous and well-mannered (and slightly above-average) children into bed every night. Their father would read in the study while I counted the standing ovations.

I imagined I'd be a philanthropist of some sort. I'd use all my gobs of money to help others.

I thought I'd have a nanny. (And I hoped she wouldn't woo my husband while he was reading in the study during my ovations!)

Remembering what I wanted when I was a child, I realize, goshdarnit, I have a lot of it!! I'm not a musical performer, but it didn't take me long to know I did NOT want that! ARGH - what was I thinking? It's not all Liberace and Celine Dion. It's a lot of nightclubs and smoke in your face.

I have a fab husband and great kids. I'm living the dream there. There's no study - but we DO have bookshelves from IKEA and a pool table. Close enough.

I don't write cardboard checks out to universities and have hospital wings named after me, but I do volunteer. Right now, it's just people in my ward and at my children's school, but I am using my time to help make others feel glad. And that's very right for me.

I don't have a nanny, but I do watch Super Nanny.

I'll try to think of other ambitions I had as a child and see if they've come to fruition. So many are stuffed deep down, it's hard to remember, really. But all in all, it's a good life with a lot of "dreams come true." You? What were your hopes and wishes as a kid?