SO...at any rate, I have now received a hiatus that is a mixed blessing...you see, I hate the exam process for these sorts of visits, and I know that after disucssing my concerns, and symptoms, and the oh-so-fun process of "tinkling into the cup" to insure I'm not pregnant (which I'm not, trust me...I should own stock in EPT right now), I shall be subjected to the fun-filled ultrasound...which isn't the same one you get at 20 weeks of pregnancy to check on the baby...but the one you get from the inside...yee hah...
OK, so I know I brought this on myself, and I'd rather know if something isn't right with me, but still, I am NOT looking forward to the exam...I'd rather just be able to describe symptoms, and get a prescription, sort of like you do when you have a sinus infection, or the kids get an ear infection...you know...you call the doctor and say "blah blah blah", they say "come in and we'll make sure"...you get there, they take your temperature, listen to your heart, and use their nifty little lighted magnifying glass that is always cold to check out your eardrum, and call in a prescription to your pharmacy...you go your way, pick up your drugs, go home, drink a gallon of water, take your medication, and go to sleep... SIGH
Well, now the question remains : What to do with my sudden afternoon of "nothingness"???? I was supposed to have my folks come over and watch the kids while I was gone, but I've already called and had her change dates to my newly scheduled appointment time...so I'll be here with napping kiddos.
I could take my pick from several options, such as:
- Finish the 2 loads of laundry that are remaining
- Iron BBs work shirts
- Strip and remake our bed (kids were done yesterday)
- Scrub my bathrooms
- Wash my floors
- Clean my couch and BBs chair
- Clean and organize the playroom and my office
- Mow the grass for BB
- Sit on my widening rear-end and watch hours of recorded back episodes of "Days of Our Lives"
I am truly blessed that Captain Chaos and Tiny Princess both sleep in the afternoon. At the same time. For almost the same amount of time.
This is what enables me to get my "big" housework items done (things I don't like doing while the children are awake, as they tend to not stay off the wet floors...), as well as get a great dinner going. I'm in big trouble when Captain Chaos gives up naps altogether, although I'm doing all in my power to postpone that day for as long as I can...I'm praying that I'll find a half-day kindergarten somewhere that will allow him to still nap in the afternoon, even if it is only for an hour... I fondly remember the after lunch "quiet time" that Mom enforced during summer break for as long as I can remember...in fact, there were times this summer I enforced it upon myself again while the children napped...
Well, my clean laundry isn't going to fold itself, and I have a load of crib sheets, and towels that need washed.
On the upside, Captain Chaos slept in his big boy bed last night. All night. With only a minor fuss about sleeping in it. With not a single visit to the top of the stairs.
WOO HOO...and yet, I think I'll shed a tear or two when we take the crib down and cart it to my folks for the impending visit of MissionaryMan and his family...
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OK, so it is now 2PM, and I've got the last load of laundry in my washer, I've just created an eVite to a party I'm having on the 1st of November, the kids are both down for afternoon naps, I've got dinner planned, the meat is defrosted and my fridge.
I should be:
- folding the dry clothes and putting them away
- cleaning up the playroom
- cleaning up my office
- washing my floors
- scrubbing my bathrooms
- paying bills
My problem is that the main floor is tidy, with the exception of my half-wall countertop that separates kitchen from the family room...most of which is BBs stuff, and I am in the mood of not wanting to clean up the stuff of a grown person who knows better, and should be able to put a stinking screwdriver back in his shop after he uses it.
Honestly...how is it that he can bring it in from the shop, do the job, make sure that things are all gathered together so they can go back to the shop, and then, when he goes to the shop, the stuff sits there...waiting...practically crying out loud to him "Take us back to our spots in the shop!!!!"
OK...so I'm a bit more anal retentive than I let on...again...just look in my spice cabinet for the proof...
On a side note, does anyone know of any good way to get started scrapbooking without feeling as though I've created a monster? And, should I get started, knowing full well, that I have a guest room to paint, an office to clean and organize, a playroom to clean, and shirts to iron?
Not to mention the fact that somewhere along the way, our memory card from our old digital camera with the pictures of Captain Chaos when he was first born, through the first 6 months has gone missing, and BB, in his infinite wisdom, had uploaded them but not cleared said card, to his WORK laptop?!?!?!!? That has since been put by the wayside of his desk for a new one? And that the old has been scrubbed and re-imaged by IT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
What kind of parents are we?!?!?!?!?!? UGH! All I know is that I'm calling my Wal-Mart studio for appointments from here on out...and we're going to have 8 million pictures for $3 (or whatever the special is), so that I have proof that we do indeed love our children (those of you who are NOT firstborn children know full well of that which I speak)!!
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