After being re-tested, my liver is aparently less fucked up than it originally appeared to be. This means it was one of the things I stopped for the few days between tests.

1. One a Day Weight Smart vitamins. I don’t know why I take these, I don’t have a weight problem. I just feel like they’re sort of an insurance policy type of thing.

2. Splenda. I was on Splenda hyper-drive. Splenda coffee, tea, pancake syrup. You name it, I put Splenda in it. Again, not sure why.

3. Calorie free spray butter stuff. Not sure what the hell it is, just sounds wrong.

So my liver is less bad and they let me have my meds. I am still a basket case just a slightly more spacey basket case than before. I hear it takes a couple of weeks to “normal out” so I guess only time will tell.

Nothing new to report on any of the other fronts. That is not necessarily a bad thing. I need a break from the bad. I need a break in general. At-man gets his staples out tomorrow. I am glad yet definitley not looking forward to it. I hate to think it may hurt, which I am sure it will since there is still a lump the size of a lime on the back of his noggin. I’m not talking about one of those sad little “mesh bag full on limes” type limes either. No sir, this is one of those premium limes that you buy on margarita night. At least we will be able to close the book our first trauma.

No school tomorrow yet my day is still scheduled down to the last nano-second. Do I sound as spaced out as I feel? Sorry if I am drifting here. Focus…Focus…Tomorrow…Oh yes, roller skating. We are going to our first roller skating party. I am psyched! Do you think they will play some Xanadu for me? I may wear my leg warmers just in case. It’s nice to have something to look forward to.

Well, this is about all I am capable of writing now. I think I will sit here and stare into space while D watches Mad Money.

I would like to take a look back on the worst week of my entire life so that we can all share in the absurdity of my current situation.

Monday - Head off the organizing committee for the 2 year old class Halloween party.

Tuesday - Find out I was to turn myself in at the police station 10am Wednesday morning. Spend afternoon at therapist’s office.

Wednesday - Handcuffed, fingerprinted, and processed “downtown”.

Thursday - Field trip to the pumpkin patch! Blurb in local paper about my “scheme” and following arrest, making it sound about ten thousand times worse than anything I could have ever intended to do. Back to the therapist.

Friday - Host the 4 year old class Halloween party. Work. Run. Off to the parent council Halloween party.

Saturday - Play Group pumpkin patch trip.

Sunday - Halloween charity fun run 5k with At-man.

Monday - Find out I cannot get any medication for my anxiety because there are “concerns” regarding the results of my blood work. Something about my liver. Go online to instill further terror into my already anxiety ridden brain by looking up anything that could possibly affect the outcome of my test, things like cancer, cirrhosis, and hepatitis A, B, C, or D.

Tuesday - Halloween - after a fairly uneventful yet still mostly miserable day, yet another dose of bad luck. In a sugar induced display, At-man tosses his head into the corner on the staircase. Those of you who have witnessed a head injury before will know what I mean when I say there was blood EVERYWHERE! I got to spend the night at the ER watching my little peanut get his scalp stapled back together.

Now, if this all doesn’t make you feel a little bit better about what’s going on around your house I don’t know what will. Don’t get me wrong, I know there are people all over the world going through far worse. As enormous as all these problems seem right now I still have reason to be grateful. I know this, but it doesn’t feel very much like it right now. Right now I can hardly get through a run without breaking down in tears. Right now I can barely type this without feeling like my life is over. Right now I know there is a pill that could potentially help me put this into perspective but I cannot take it because my liver is potentially rotting away. Right now sucks!

So now you have the reason I have not been posting. I enjoy posting and that makes it something that is very hard to do at this time. I am too busy wallowing in my world of “What the fuck?”, as in “What the fuck just happened to my world?”. At this point my future is really out of my hands which is very hard for me to deal with.

I don’t even know where else to go with this post because my mind is going in about 50 different directions at all times. Basically this is it. I am accused of a “scheme” to not pay taxes. A scheme. Most days I don’t even have enough time to brush my own hair so I’m not sure exactly when I supposedly masterminded this grand plan. I guess all there is to say about it from my end is that THERE IS NO WAY I EVER WOULD HAVE INTENTIONALLY DONE ANYTHING THAT WOULD JEAPORDIZE THE FUTURE OF MY FAMILY! Having a small business is a very risky venture. I didn’t really understand the business end of things as much as I would have liked to and apparently that is considered a crime.

Although I was assured throughout the process of fixing this that there was no reason to prosecute me and that the state had no intention of doing so, here we are. My defense team will actually cost me more than half of the total money the state claims I owe them. That coupled with the fact that the average trial costs 2 times the total amount I allegedly owe makes the absurd even absurder! That’s right; it’s so absurd that it deserves a new word. ABSURDER@!

Obviously I have a lot going on right now. I know that this is a strange direction for a “mommy blog” to take but this is my life, so here it is. This post is a bit vague I’m sure, but there are so many details, many of which I have no desire to share, some of which I probably should not. There is no way a single blog entry can really make sense of this situation. I do think that writing will help me sort this out a bit better so even though I know I have said it before, I am really going to try and write as much as possible. All I can say is that on the highway of life, my Altima is currently parked in a “sucks only” zone, and I have the unfortunate feeling I will be waiting for a tow truck for quite a while.