Y'all, I've been battling the biggest case of PMS known to man. I know, I know, it's far more than you wanted to know, but we keep it real here at the blog of Bailey's Leaf. Besides, most of you who read this are still in that zone of life, so I know that you have a bit of sympathy there for it.
I've also had inventory.
I hate inventory.
Numbers aren't my happy place to be.
I survived three days of inventory and the girl who worked with me was still laughing at the end. That's good! One year I bawled, was called into the office (I was pregnant, so give me a little on that one) and one year I had to leave on a Friday because I had a horrible migraine that wouldn't leave me.
See, inventory is not a shining time in my life.
On a completely different subject, my husband is steaming broccoli and my house utterly stinks. Even my Amaryllis and something-or-another candle from Root can't kill the smell. Just sayin'. The world of Bailey's Leaf is full of PMS, accompanying accoutrement and stinkin' steamin' broccoli. Oh, don't you wish you were here? Just think of what the postcards would look like. Let's think about that one:
- Snowy blanket outside. Check.
- Light flurries. Check.
- Toasty looking house with smoke coming out of the stack? Check.
- Crazy curly headed girl with PMS inside of a stinkin' house while wearing polka dotted black fleece jammies? Check.
See, it is that sweet picture of America that you'd like to share with everyone!
If you are out of state, never mind trying to navigate our roads. We'd just prefer to pick you up. Slipping and sliding all over the place while wearing out of state tags on your car make us just a hair crazy. Really, let us handle the driving.
Perhaps by the time you get here, my house will have aired out.
Smiles in my day:
- Fantasizing about going up and down the road with a sled. "Too bad we don't have a truck," my co-worker said. "Um, I do. I have 4 wheel drive and a hitch." My sled was at home, though. Was it a safe thought? No, but it was fun thinking about it. Don't worry. My husband would have killed me.
- The fact that my mom got mad at me for taking K- to school today. "I hope that you didn't take her to school!" "Um, why not?" "Well, with all this snow I! wouldn't!" I understand Mom's concern. She used to drive through white outs to get us because my sister was once on a school bus that slid into a ditch. She needs to remember that I'm K-'s transportation in. We didn't walk this week because of inventory and the aforementioned condition of being, so we were good. Still, the fact that Mom still cares warms my heart.
- Giant Eagle gave me my Lipitor today for no co-pay. I have no idea as to why, but thank you, Big Bird!
- Inventory is complete for the year 2011. Hooray!
- The new bed sheets arrived today from LL Bean. We received a gift card for Christmas, so I treated us to some "ultra soft flannel bedding." I have one set of flannel sheets. I really wanted to have another since it was a wash-dry-and-remake-the-bed-at-night kind of thing. Very nice. I'm excited to change the bed tomorrow!
- Since the snow was so bad today, Hubs ended up coming home from work early so that he could get K- from school. He has to make that time up, but he said that there was no use in us losing money by me taking off when he can just as easily make it up a bit here and a bit there. So kind and thoughtful of him.
- I read this on Yahoo and laughed. Okay, we aren't Cleveland, but we're about 45 minutes away. Still, it gives you an idea of the snow.
Have a great day!
ETA: I just read about this. 49 of 50 states with snow? Wow.
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Thursday, January 13, 2011
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
The back to school crabbies.
I love K- dearly. She's generally a pretty happy kid. She can be a whiner when she wants something (we're working on breaking that), but generally a pretty delightful kid.
Insert the return to school.
She loves school. She loves learning. The child thrives on structure. She is a strict rule follower and delights in a job well done. She fell off the schedule wagon during Christmas break, though.
Oh, dear me.
She has gotten her whine on, has been overly consumed by the crabby appleskins and has regressed to the drop and flop again. She's lost TV through Saturday and her DS yesterday. She's also earned going to bed 15 minutes early the last few nights.
I think that finally something clicked, because while this morning was starting out rough like the previous two, she pulled it around and it was all good.
There is light at the end of the tunnel.
When she hits a growth spurt, she tends to fall apart. She does this on the year and on the half. Still, heaven help the nerves that I have left. Geeze o' Pete.
If you have school-aged people in your house, how are they holding up? (Preschool and home school do apply!)
Smiles in my day:
- Though my sleep wasn't so great last night, it was far better than the night before. I suspect that I know the reason, which is just something that is going to have to wear out.
- Crock-pot dinner from last night. Yum. The Stonewall Kitchen Italian Dipping Oil was wonderful for searing the pork chops. Delicious!
- Fluffy, lightly falling snow.
Have a great day!
Insert the return to school.
She loves school. She loves learning. The child thrives on structure. She is a strict rule follower and delights in a job well done. She fell off the schedule wagon during Christmas break, though.
Oh, dear me.
She has gotten her whine on, has been overly consumed by the crabby appleskins and has regressed to the drop and flop again. She's lost TV through Saturday and her DS yesterday. She's also earned going to bed 15 minutes early the last few nights.
I think that finally something clicked, because while this morning was starting out rough like the previous two, she pulled it around and it was all good.
There is light at the end of the tunnel.
When she hits a growth spurt, she tends to fall apart. She does this on the year and on the half. Still, heaven help the nerves that I have left. Geeze o' Pete.
If you have school-aged people in your house, how are they holding up? (Preschool and home school do apply!)
Smiles in my day:
- Though my sleep wasn't so great last night, it was far better than the night before. I suspect that I know the reason, which is just something that is going to have to wear out.
- Crock-pot dinner from last night. Yum. The Stonewall Kitchen Italian Dipping Oil was wonderful for searing the pork chops. Delicious!
- Fluffy, lightly falling snow.
Have a great day!
Friday, May 14, 2010
I'm not feeling terribly constructive.
I read a post about adoption being not God's first choice for a child. It got me fired up. I commented. I started a post. I decided that I should wait until next week to post it. Believe it or not, I try not to offend on this here blog. I think I need to look at the post with fresh eyes before I hit 'publish.' Still . . .
K- is currently begging me to take the paint off of her thumb. She is very tired tonight and being a pill. The paint will remain.
She hurt my feelings today. Perhaps it is because I stared at a sign for 3 1/2 hours before I got to her, painting away to try to get it done. There is a field trip tomorrow and K- told me that she asked her teacher about not going with me. (She wants to go with her teacher because Mrs. H- is super cool and I know this.) When I asked K- why, she said, "Because sometimes you can be a little bossy." "Yes, well, I'm the mom. That's my job." Still, ouch. She also said that Mrs. H- is having kids go with chaperones other than their parents. Huh? I'm thinking she may have misunderstood. Mrs. H- knows that she loves me. I just feel like the delivery truck will be backing up to drop my "Mother of the Year" award off anytime now. Oh joy.
Right now she is crying and crying and perhaps blowing snot rockets from her nose.
Calgon take me away.
K- is currently begging me to take the paint off of her thumb. She is very tired tonight and being a pill. The paint will remain.
She hurt my feelings today. Perhaps it is because I stared at a sign for 3 1/2 hours before I got to her, painting away to try to get it done. There is a field trip tomorrow and K- told me that she asked her teacher about not going with me. (She wants to go with her teacher because Mrs. H- is super cool and I know this.) When I asked K- why, she said, "Because sometimes you can be a little bossy." "Yes, well, I'm the mom. That's my job." Still, ouch. She also said that Mrs. H- is having kids go with chaperones other than their parents. Huh? I'm thinking she may have misunderstood. Mrs. H- knows that she loves me. I just feel like the delivery truck will be backing up to drop my "Mother of the Year" award off anytime now. Oh joy.
Right now she is crying and crying and perhaps blowing snot rockets from her nose.
Calgon take me away.
Friday, February 12, 2010
Take it in, process it and let it go.
Hubs and I have spent quite a bit of time this evening discussing crabby people/situations and their effect on us.
Folks, it isn't pretty.
Hubs' digestive issues get him down. Sometimes that can make him crabby and occasionally can make me crabby.
My mom will call, yell at me for something dumb, then I will be crabby.
Hubs gets unappreciative and nasty people to his programs sometimes. That makes him crabby.
K- gets the 'I wants,' it makes me crabby, her crabby and Hubs crabby.
The furnace was acting up. While it is completely fixed now after simply rubbing a scotch brite pad against some rod, it made both of us concerned and slightly crabby. After all, it is only 4 1/2 years old. Still. We replaced the furnace filter, which had been replaced in October and it made no difference. We replaced the batteries in the thermostat and the next morning, I woke to the gas igniting and shutting down. We worried that the house would go cold and cause plumbing issues, among other things.
Hubs pulls something when he works out and that can make him crabby.
This week K- had a situation with M-, her autistic bully. The situation seemed innocent enough, as it was an exchange of pictures that each of the children drew. It was a fantastic move forward for both K- and M- in light of the struggles that each has had with the other. Then I saw the picture. Leaving out details, the drawing was from an Autistic child who definitely has some very pronounced social issues. Knowing that, but knowing what he drew, I wrote a letter to the teacher and sent the picture back. K- was upset that I was taking the picture, a figurative white flag to her. I bluntly explained what her dad and I saw in the picture then she understood our having taken the actions we did. Still, it made her crabby until she understood.
My brother is doing absolutely awesome, but he is still without a license and won't drive for fear of imprisonment if he should be picked up. I don't blame him. That leaves us to share the transportation. Mom calls, runs down the mileage she has logged, amount she has put out in gas . . . I take him, too. I never keep count of gas or mileage. I am doing the Lord's work. My brother is doing better than he has in more years than I can tell you. This evening, Hubs and I discussed about how we stand by what we told my brother. As long as he is making positive changes in his life, we will back him. Our backing him means that we are going to lose out on the opportunity to have lunch with Hubs at work tomorrow, but we have rescheduled that date. Still, I brought up to my mother that because I need to take my brother tomorrow, I will miss the opportunity to schedule something fun for K-. "Well I'm sorry that I'm messing up your plans with YOUR DAUGHTER."
By nature, I'm the fixer. As the middle child, I've done everything that I can do to keep the peace within the family. It's my God given job. Still, there are days that I find the job utterly taxing. Isn't it Mother Teresa who said, "God only gives you what you can handle, I just wished that he didn't trust me so much?"
It brings us to this-- take it in, process it and let it go. It has been my mantra for quite some time, but I need to be reminded of it. I take to heart too much of what happens. I lie awake praying about my friend C- and her breast biopsy. I worried and prayed about K-'s stomach ache Monday night. I'll pray through the night for Hubs and my brother. I see people losing their houses. I see financial hardship. I encounter crabby people throughout my day and that can bring me down.
Take it in, process it and let it go. I need to.
Smiles in my day:
- K's class Valentine party. The kids really had a great time.
- Mrs. H-'s thank you note to us. Really quite sweet and written from the heart.
- The neighbors going out with shovels in hand and shoveling the end of all of our driveways after the snow plow came through. They were working in a pack of three. K- yelled thank you out to them. How nice!
- C- called to check in. In light of everything, she is doing well.
Have a great weekend!
Folks, it isn't pretty.
Hubs' digestive issues get him down. Sometimes that can make him crabby and occasionally can make me crabby.
My mom will call, yell at me for something dumb, then I will be crabby.
Hubs gets unappreciative and nasty people to his programs sometimes. That makes him crabby.
K- gets the 'I wants,' it makes me crabby, her crabby and Hubs crabby.
The furnace was acting up. While it is completely fixed now after simply rubbing a scotch brite pad against some rod, it made both of us concerned and slightly crabby. After all, it is only 4 1/2 years old. Still. We replaced the furnace filter, which had been replaced in October and it made no difference. We replaced the batteries in the thermostat and the next morning, I woke to the gas igniting and shutting down. We worried that the house would go cold and cause plumbing issues, among other things.
Hubs pulls something when he works out and that can make him crabby.
This week K- had a situation with M-, her autistic bully. The situation seemed innocent enough, as it was an exchange of pictures that each of the children drew. It was a fantastic move forward for both K- and M- in light of the struggles that each has had with the other. Then I saw the picture. Leaving out details, the drawing was from an Autistic child who definitely has some very pronounced social issues. Knowing that, but knowing what he drew, I wrote a letter to the teacher and sent the picture back. K- was upset that I was taking the picture, a figurative white flag to her. I bluntly explained what her dad and I saw in the picture then she understood our having taken the actions we did. Still, it made her crabby until she understood.
My brother is doing absolutely awesome, but he is still without a license and won't drive for fear of imprisonment if he should be picked up. I don't blame him. That leaves us to share the transportation. Mom calls, runs down the mileage she has logged, amount she has put out in gas . . . I take him, too. I never keep count of gas or mileage. I am doing the Lord's work. My brother is doing better than he has in more years than I can tell you. This evening, Hubs and I discussed about how we stand by what we told my brother. As long as he is making positive changes in his life, we will back him. Our backing him means that we are going to lose out on the opportunity to have lunch with Hubs at work tomorrow, but we have rescheduled that date. Still, I brought up to my mother that because I need to take my brother tomorrow, I will miss the opportunity to schedule something fun for K-. "Well I'm sorry that I'm messing up your plans with YOUR DAUGHTER."
By nature, I'm the fixer. As the middle child, I've done everything that I can do to keep the peace within the family. It's my God given job. Still, there are days that I find the job utterly taxing. Isn't it Mother Teresa who said, "God only gives you what you can handle, I just wished that he didn't trust me so much?"
It brings us to this-- take it in, process it and let it go. It has been my mantra for quite some time, but I need to be reminded of it. I take to heart too much of what happens. I lie awake praying about my friend C- and her breast biopsy. I worried and prayed about K-'s stomach ache Monday night. I'll pray through the night for Hubs and my brother. I see people losing their houses. I see financial hardship. I encounter crabby people throughout my day and that can bring me down.
Take it in, process it and let it go. I need to.
Smiles in my day:
- K's class Valentine party. The kids really had a great time.
- Mrs. H-'s thank you note to us. Really quite sweet and written from the heart.
- The neighbors going out with shovels in hand and shoveling the end of all of our driveways after the snow plow came through. They were working in a pack of three. K- yelled thank you out to them. How nice!
- C- called to check in. In light of everything, she is doing well.
Have a great weekend!
Friday, November 13, 2009
"Mommy?"
"I really need to rest my eyes. And my face. You know, it gets tired from having to look at each other all day." (Speaking of school.)
Amen to that, my friend. Amen.
One last day of work. I've obligated myself to one last short shift while K- is in school. Heaven help me now. The fun part of my day? My brother called me as I was standing in line at McD's for breakfast (not a norm for me) to say that the gallery was a feature on one of the morning news stations. "You are kidding me." "No, no. They are there." "Fantastic. I'm going in to set the ceiling above the front desk and the news team will get a shot of my butt on camera."
I got to work. I find that they would have loved to do a nice bit about all of the wonderful trees that I decorated, but they couldn't because the place was a wreck and the news crew couldn't get the camera in!
They forgot to tell us. Our store oozes Christmas. Oozes. I got a mention in Cleveland Magazine for tree decorating at the gallery and THEY FORGOT TO TELL US! Both owners knew and the gallery manager. I understand the owners forgetting to tell us, but the manager didn't say a thing!
They apologized, though. In fact, my boss felt horrible and said that she was "Sorry. I really scre*wed up." You know, it did my heart some good to have them know how important that would have been for us. Oh well. The gallery got some free press. People will come. They'll see my trees. They'll buy our stuff.
With that, I'm ready to hit the sack. I'm not used to a 5 day work week.
Have a great weekend. Stay dry, Rachael!
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Flying bits of self and funky odors.
Y'all, it has been a l.o.n.g. week. L O N G. There have been some pet peeves along the way. I'm sorry, but this is going to be a venting post. Please know that I'm warning you now.
I've had people lose control of their digestive tract and leave bits of self behind for us to clean up.
I've had a co-worker experience a visit from Auntie Flo and lose control and leave bits of self behind, without having been cleaned up.
I've experienced odors of people in many ways. There have been the raw onion eaters that came in right after lunch (my assumption) and stink up the joint. I've had people with far too much perfume on having their scent waft about. I've had a co-worker with an unclean smell overtake rooms and make me sick to my stomach. I've experienced folks with strong body odor and smell of unlaundered clothing.
I've been trapped on the ladder with ladies standing at the cheeks of my behind.
I've had people reaching over me.
I've had people step over me.
I've had people run me out of my displays.
I had an older woman who stated that she needed the restroom. I told her that it was currently unavailable, but before she could let me finish, she yelled at me, "WELL, WHAT ARE WE SUPPOSED TO DO? GO HOME TO GO TO THE BATHROOM?!" I told her that I was sorry that we would need a few minutes because there were glass shelves leaned against the door. I told her that as soon as we cleared a path for her, we would let her know. Within two minutes, we were able to accommodate her request.
I've had to deal with a very lazy seasonal worker who has a habit of lying to keep herself from having to do work. She drives me absolutely insane, as I have an intolerance for lazy people who are being paid to work and there are so many others out there that would love the job. She has personally decided that she prefers to work at our sister store over us and when she has an opportunity, she'll escape to go back to the other counter.
Of course, I've dropped things and broke stuff. Not big expensive things, but I've broken stuff.
I have to work on Thursday at the very least. Thursday is my day off and my day for cleaning. I absolutely have to get done what I've promised to do. I'll work while K- is in school. It won't be a full day, but it should provide me with enough time to get the couple of displays done that I absolutely have to do.
My kid has been asleep the last two nights when I got home. That bums me out. At least tonight, she wasn't fast asleep so she did reach around and give me a hug when I told her that I was there.
I've been getting up and crawling into K-'s bed a little earlier than I normally do so that we can still get our reading time in together. We've only got three more blocks of 15 minutes of reading to get to the 200 mark for her 100 Book Challenge. We will finish this on Thursday. K- is very excited, as the next step is to adopt a stuffed animal. Still, my hope was to get this done earlier in the week. I promised by the end and by the end of the week she'll have.
Hubs has been doing K-'s school work with her every night, including her speech therapy homework. We normally do this together as a family at least a few times a week. I miss it.
I packed Daddy's macaroni and cheese in K-'s lunch on Tuesday and apparently I tightened the top so much that K- couldn't open it. She didn't know that she could ask the monitors for help, so other than carrots and a juice box, she didn't eat anything else for lunch. Ugh. Good news is that she ate all of the pot pie that I packed her on Wednesday.
I've had to toss laundry in the dryer to keep up. I just haven't had the time to hang items on the line this week. It makes me feel like a laundress failure.
I woke up tired Wednesday morning. I had to do display by caffeine. I've been running and running and I'm flat out tired. Soon and very soon, it'll all be done.
Have a very energetic day!
I've had people lose control of their digestive tract and leave bits of self behind for us to clean up.
I've had a co-worker experience a visit from Auntie Flo and lose control and leave bits of self behind, without having been cleaned up.
I've experienced odors of people in many ways. There have been the raw onion eaters that came in right after lunch (my assumption) and stink up the joint. I've had people with far too much perfume on having their scent waft about. I've had a co-worker with an unclean smell overtake rooms and make me sick to my stomach. I've experienced folks with strong body odor and smell of unlaundered clothing.
I've been trapped on the ladder with ladies standing at the cheeks of my behind.
I've had people reaching over me.
I've had people step over me.
I've had people run me out of my displays.
I had an older woman who stated that she needed the restroom. I told her that it was currently unavailable, but before she could let me finish, she yelled at me, "WELL, WHAT ARE WE SUPPOSED TO DO? GO HOME TO GO TO THE BATHROOM?!" I told her that I was sorry that we would need a few minutes because there were glass shelves leaned against the door. I told her that as soon as we cleared a path for her, we would let her know. Within two minutes, we were able to accommodate her request.
I've had to deal with a very lazy seasonal worker who has a habit of lying to keep herself from having to do work. She drives me absolutely insane, as I have an intolerance for lazy people who are being paid to work and there are so many others out there that would love the job. She has personally decided that she prefers to work at our sister store over us and when she has an opportunity, she'll escape to go back to the other counter.
Of course, I've dropped things and broke stuff. Not big expensive things, but I've broken stuff.
I have to work on Thursday at the very least. Thursday is my day off and my day for cleaning. I absolutely have to get done what I've promised to do. I'll work while K- is in school. It won't be a full day, but it should provide me with enough time to get the couple of displays done that I absolutely have to do.
My kid has been asleep the last two nights when I got home. That bums me out. At least tonight, she wasn't fast asleep so she did reach around and give me a hug when I told her that I was there.
I've been getting up and crawling into K-'s bed a little earlier than I normally do so that we can still get our reading time in together. We've only got three more blocks of 15 minutes of reading to get to the 200 mark for her 100 Book Challenge. We will finish this on Thursday. K- is very excited, as the next step is to adopt a stuffed animal. Still, my hope was to get this done earlier in the week. I promised by the end and by the end of the week she'll have.
Hubs has been doing K-'s school work with her every night, including her speech therapy homework. We normally do this together as a family at least a few times a week. I miss it.
I packed Daddy's macaroni and cheese in K-'s lunch on Tuesday and apparently I tightened the top so much that K- couldn't open it. She didn't know that she could ask the monitors for help, so other than carrots and a juice box, she didn't eat anything else for lunch. Ugh. Good news is that she ate all of the pot pie that I packed her on Wednesday.
I've had to toss laundry in the dryer to keep up. I just haven't had the time to hang items on the line this week. It makes me feel like a laundress failure.
I woke up tired Wednesday morning. I had to do display by caffeine. I've been running and running and I'm flat out tired. Soon and very soon, it'll all be done.
Have a very energetic day!
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Tales from the Trenches: I wrote a post and I deleted it.
On purpose. I'm crabby tonight. Hubs and I halfway wonder if I should give the pediatrician's office a call to see if they would consider giving K-'s lungs a listen. I just want to make certain that she doesn't have bronchitis. The cough is funky, but productive.
I'm hungry for something that we don't have in the house. I have no idea what, but I know that whatever it is, it isn't here.
I haven't slept in nights. Many nights. I mean, I'm sure that I have logged some small blocks of sleep in, but K-'s coughing has had me up and down giving drinks and cough suppressant. I don't see that ending anytime soon. I'm running the vaporizer tonight to see if it helps at all. Again with the doctor. I just hate that I was so irritated at the nurse, that I hung up on her. I guess I worry that I'm on some black list somewhere.
There was a crabby lady in at work who was mad at us for not cashing out the remaining portion of her credit. ($52.00.) She went on and on and wouldn't let it go. Finally, I told her that Target won't give you as much as a quarter back on a gift certificate. Her response? "Well, that isn't very democratic of them." Can I tell you how much that didn't make sense to me?
I have friends moving. One friend will be moving sometime in the first quarter of the year to some undecided location. Her boys are friends with K-. She'll miss their "van visits." My second friend is looking for and applying for employment in Louisville KY and Raleigh NC. (Her husband has been without a job for over a year and there is just nothing in employment for him around here.) K- is friends with her two kids. It makes my heart sad that not only will I be losing friends living close by (but not the friendships, of course), but K- will as well.
Hubs went fishing today and got nothing. He said that it is the "first day he has been skunked all year." He also told me that I didn't call. Normally, I do. Apparently, right after I call (every time) he catches something major. He tells me that the fish wait for my call. He did say that he noticed more ducks and geese out than usual. Quickly he found that it was duck hunting season and many of the ducks he saw were decoys! He said that all the gun shots got him back off the lake pretty quickly. Poor guy!
Smiles in my day:
- Laurie laughing about the great underpants hunt. She is making K- a sleeping bag for her doll, a doggie carry bag and a doggie bed. K- didn't even notice that her doll and her chinchilla bag are gone. (She has a stuffed chinchilla that Hubs' mom bought for her. She calls it "Squeak.")
- Hubs had to go for his monthly shot and he took K- to his mom's house so that she wouldn't be exposed to anything else. How thoughtful!
My AM update:
I feel like I've been given an access pass to see the Wizard! I called the pediatrician's office, the secretary answered, I told her that I think that K- has bronchitis or a sinus infection and she asked if I wanted a morning appointment. Of course I would! Hooray!
I'm hungry for something that we don't have in the house. I have no idea what, but I know that whatever it is, it isn't here.
I haven't slept in nights. Many nights. I mean, I'm sure that I have logged some small blocks of sleep in, but K-'s coughing has had me up and down giving drinks and cough suppressant. I don't see that ending anytime soon. I'm running the vaporizer tonight to see if it helps at all. Again with the doctor. I just hate that I was so irritated at the nurse, that I hung up on her. I guess I worry that I'm on some black list somewhere.
There was a crabby lady in at work who was mad at us for not cashing out the remaining portion of her credit. ($52.00.) She went on and on and wouldn't let it go. Finally, I told her that Target won't give you as much as a quarter back on a gift certificate. Her response? "Well, that isn't very democratic of them." Can I tell you how much that didn't make sense to me?
I have friends moving. One friend will be moving sometime in the first quarter of the year to some undecided location. Her boys are friends with K-. She'll miss their "van visits." My second friend is looking for and applying for employment in Louisville KY and Raleigh NC. (Her husband has been without a job for over a year and there is just nothing in employment for him around here.) K- is friends with her two kids. It makes my heart sad that not only will I be losing friends living close by (but not the friendships, of course), but K- will as well.
Hubs went fishing today and got nothing. He said that it is the "first day he has been skunked all year." He also told me that I didn't call. Normally, I do. Apparently, right after I call (every time) he catches something major. He tells me that the fish wait for my call. He did say that he noticed more ducks and geese out than usual. Quickly he found that it was duck hunting season and many of the ducks he saw were decoys! He said that all the gun shots got him back off the lake pretty quickly. Poor guy!
Smiles in my day:
- Laurie laughing about the great underpants hunt. She is making K- a sleeping bag for her doll, a doggie carry bag and a doggie bed. K- didn't even notice that her doll and her chinchilla bag are gone. (She has a stuffed chinchilla that Hubs' mom bought for her. She calls it "Squeak.")
- Hubs had to go for his monthly shot and he took K- to his mom's house so that she wouldn't be exposed to anything else. How thoughtful!
My AM update:
I feel like I've been given an access pass to see the Wizard! I called the pediatrician's office, the secretary answered, I told her that I think that K- has bronchitis or a sinus infection and she asked if I wanted a morning appointment. Of course I would! Hooray!
Thursday, September 10, 2009
In a weird place.
Everyone at work is sick. I feel a little bit of a sore throat, but think that the Oscillococcinum is kicking it. I have a touch of a runny nose, but again the homeopathic stuff seems to be dealing with it. The energy isn't what I would hope for, but we had a busy weekend and launched into the week full force.
K- brought home her school paper and one side was great, the otherside was notsomuch. She failed to color the plum purple and didn't finish the color fill-in section at the bottom of the page. It made me sad. It made me think that she is getting too busy worried about what everyone else is doing and what she might be missing. When asked about it, she said that there was snack and books and she didn't want to miss them. She is 5 and we don't want to be too hard on her, as again-- she did a great job on the one side of the paper. Her papers have consistently been great. The day previous, she missed one fill-in color spot, but that can happen.
She doesn't want to "buy" at school because of Mr. Gymsocks (I'm sure that isn't his name, but it is what she calls him and it is kind of funny) has a "loud voice and a very loud whistle." She also doesn't want to participate in gym tomorrow because of the same thing. I told her that it is okay to feel that way because some days there are things that I have to do that I don't want to. Sometimes it is tough to do at first, but you find it really wasn't that bad when you get into it or is downright fun.
She did great walking to school yesterday, but today we had her friend walking with us and she was a pistol again.
To get her up, dressed, fed and moving is sometimes a battle. It matters none how much sleep she has gotten. But then, Saturday morning she is up at the crack of 7 AM without problem so that she can "watch her kid shows."
On the bright side of behavior, she always stays "on green" and "her clip didn't get moved." Which basically means that she had great behavior. She is earning her "Kinderbucks" for good behavior and even took the sippy cup down to the office for the little boy that fell ill today that was going home.
There is an adjustment period, yes?
Her "poquito" bites aren't necessarily poquito per se, but they are markedly better. That is amazing since she itches them to bleeding.
K- had a child vomit in her classroom today. I'm just waiting to see when the "red phone" will ring. (A friend reference about the stomach flu. He said that it is like waiting on the presidential war phone, thus the reference stuck.)
I'm going to have to battle her at the doctor's office, since it is flu shot day tomorrow. Can we sing, "Oh, joy?!"
Have I mentioned that I've started the marble jar with K-? For each chore she does without complaint, trip to school she has without bad behavior, good morning of getting ready and so forth, she earns a marble for each thing. She was talking about wanting to make ice cream. I told her that she needed to earn 25 marbles to make homemade ice cream. Yesterday morning I would periodically hear "clink!" "But mommy, I put my shoes on without a fit." "But mommy, I brushed my hair without a fit!" Next she'll be plunking a marble in for each tooth she brushes!
We're coming up on the 1 year anniversary of my aunt's death. I'll do a post on her, but it has brought me to tears several times this week.
I have P*MS and it is ugly. I've eaten a full package of chocolate chip cookies.
My cousin had nasal reconstruction surgery today (she is a daughter of my aunt that I spoke of above) and confided in me about her concern of something going wrong and it maybe being the last time she would see her daughter. I brought a crockpot dinner for them and dropped it off this morning. I think that the visit is just what she needed, but I did finally have to excuse myself to go to work.
Hubs has been battling the same kind of ucky ick that I have been. When he battles, it throws his entire system off. Digestively, he is on a very delicate balance.
Though I was looking forward to the extra time on Thursday and Friday when K- is in school, but I've obligated myself to helping to make my grandmother's apartment rehab-compliant tomorrow. Hopefully that won't take long as it is a senior citizens building and I don't foresee big issues. Yesterday I received a frantic e-mail from the church secretary needing help with a funeral dinner (she is going on vacation tomorrow and is trying to cover it now), so I'm now making a crockpot of green beans and going to be at the church to serve from 10:30 AM - clean-up is over. I've been looking forward to deep cleaning the house so that I can get painting the kitchen before the cold hits.
On Labor Day, there was a post at a blog that I regularly visit asking since it was Labor Day, "How long were you in labor and what is the total sum weight of all the babies that you had?" Um, 32 hours and 14.6 oz. Yes. Not really the answer that they were looking for. What I did say that I was in and out of labor and delivery in an hour, required no removal of clothing and carried my bundle of bouncing baby girl out in the carrier with the nurse. I explained that not everyone goes through traditional childbirth, that I was an adoptive mother. It made me think of a few things, though. First, I hate to leave Bailey out. It gives an awkward pause in conversation and is like a solicitation for sympathy. It's not what I'm going for, so when people innocently ask how many children we have, I say, "One." Sometimes it is a stabby pain, though. Secondly, sometimes it just plainly makes me feel a little left out. So many assume that to be a mother means that you had to physically carry the child in your womb. I didn't. God carried her in the womb of another woman for us. For us, K-'s gestation was a faith thing. K-'s birth was completely a miracle from God. K-'s adoption was a blessing that had God's handies all over it. I just wish I didn't feel so less-than about it sometimes.
It took me two days to get a display done at work. I had a bag line called Baggallini and a bunch of Halloween merchandise that I opted to display together. Believe it or not, it actually looks really good. I have to admit something. Halloween just isn't my bag. Oh, I'm good with the pumpkin patch, the apple orchard, trick or treat and pumpkin carving, but I hate the scary, yucky, just down right frightening part of Halloween. I'm more of a happy pumpkin/celebrate harvest kind of girl. I wore my happy pumpkin shirt today to work to get into the mood. (It is just a simple black shirt with a 4" diameter jelly bead pumpkin face.) I even wore my Halloween socks. It worked. I got it done, but it was like pulling teeth. There is something to be said for fighting off a cold and battling P*MS on top of it.
So I'm in a funk. It'll go away soon.
Smiles in my day:
- K- coming home from my mother-in-law's house already bathed.
- Hubs asking his co-worker if she needed anything from the craft store. She actually sent a hete*rose*xual male into a craft store with a full list of VERY SPECIFIC items and had him so completely frightened that he needed to get everything that he stayed in the store for an hour and a half until he tackled the list. She asked for feathers of a particular fluff in specific colors. She wanted googly eyes of a certain size only. Oh heavens only knows what else she asked for. He got it all, though. That is dedication!
- It was the last day of work for the week. I worked 2 days and got one free. Not too bad!
K- brought home her school paper and one side was great, the otherside was notsomuch. She failed to color the plum purple and didn't finish the color fill-in section at the bottom of the page. It made me sad. It made me think that she is getting too busy worried about what everyone else is doing and what she might be missing. When asked about it, she said that there was snack and books and she didn't want to miss them. She is 5 and we don't want to be too hard on her, as again-- she did a great job on the one side of the paper. Her papers have consistently been great. The day previous, she missed one fill-in color spot, but that can happen.
She doesn't want to "buy" at school because of Mr. Gymsocks (I'm sure that isn't his name, but it is what she calls him and it is kind of funny) has a "loud voice and a very loud whistle." She also doesn't want to participate in gym tomorrow because of the same thing. I told her that it is okay to feel that way because some days there are things that I have to do that I don't want to. Sometimes it is tough to do at first, but you find it really wasn't that bad when you get into it or is downright fun.
She did great walking to school yesterday, but today we had her friend walking with us and she was a pistol again.
To get her up, dressed, fed and moving is sometimes a battle. It matters none how much sleep she has gotten. But then, Saturday morning she is up at the crack of 7 AM without problem so that she can "watch her kid shows."
On the bright side of behavior, she always stays "on green" and "her clip didn't get moved." Which basically means that she had great behavior. She is earning her "Kinderbucks" for good behavior and even took the sippy cup down to the office for the little boy that fell ill today that was going home.
There is an adjustment period, yes?
Her "poquito" bites aren't necessarily poquito per se, but they are markedly better. That is amazing since she itches them to bleeding.
K- had a child vomit in her classroom today. I'm just waiting to see when the "red phone" will ring. (A friend reference about the stomach flu. He said that it is like waiting on the presidential war phone, thus the reference stuck.)
I'm going to have to battle her at the doctor's office, since it is flu shot day tomorrow. Can we sing, "Oh, joy?!"
Have I mentioned that I've started the marble jar with K-? For each chore she does without complaint, trip to school she has without bad behavior, good morning of getting ready and so forth, she earns a marble for each thing. She was talking about wanting to make ice cream. I told her that she needed to earn 25 marbles to make homemade ice cream. Yesterday morning I would periodically hear "clink!" "But mommy, I put my shoes on without a fit." "But mommy, I brushed my hair without a fit!" Next she'll be plunking a marble in for each tooth she brushes!
We're coming up on the 1 year anniversary of my aunt's death. I'll do a post on her, but it has brought me to tears several times this week.
I have P*MS and it is ugly. I've eaten a full package of chocolate chip cookies.
My cousin had nasal reconstruction surgery today (she is a daughter of my aunt that I spoke of above) and confided in me about her concern of something going wrong and it maybe being the last time she would see her daughter. I brought a crockpot dinner for them and dropped it off this morning. I think that the visit is just what she needed, but I did finally have to excuse myself to go to work.
Hubs has been battling the same kind of ucky ick that I have been. When he battles, it throws his entire system off. Digestively, he is on a very delicate balance.
Though I was looking forward to the extra time on Thursday and Friday when K- is in school, but I've obligated myself to helping to make my grandmother's apartment rehab-compliant tomorrow. Hopefully that won't take long as it is a senior citizens building and I don't foresee big issues. Yesterday I received a frantic e-mail from the church secretary needing help with a funeral dinner (she is going on vacation tomorrow and is trying to cover it now), so I'm now making a crockpot of green beans and going to be at the church to serve from 10:30 AM - clean-up is over. I've been looking forward to deep cleaning the house so that I can get painting the kitchen before the cold hits.
On Labor Day, there was a post at a blog that I regularly visit asking since it was Labor Day, "How long were you in labor and what is the total sum weight of all the babies that you had?" Um, 32 hours and 14.6 oz. Yes. Not really the answer that they were looking for. What I did say that I was in and out of labor and delivery in an hour, required no removal of clothing and carried my bundle of bouncing baby girl out in the carrier with the nurse. I explained that not everyone goes through traditional childbirth, that I was an adoptive mother. It made me think of a few things, though. First, I hate to leave Bailey out. It gives an awkward pause in conversation and is like a solicitation for sympathy. It's not what I'm going for, so when people innocently ask how many children we have, I say, "One." Sometimes it is a stabby pain, though. Secondly, sometimes it just plainly makes me feel a little left out. So many assume that to be a mother means that you had to physically carry the child in your womb. I didn't. God carried her in the womb of another woman for us. For us, K-'s gestation was a faith thing. K-'s birth was completely a miracle from God. K-'s adoption was a blessing that had God's handies all over it. I just wish I didn't feel so less-than about it sometimes.
It took me two days to get a display done at work. I had a bag line called Baggallini and a bunch of Halloween merchandise that I opted to display together. Believe it or not, it actually looks really good. I have to admit something. Halloween just isn't my bag. Oh, I'm good with the pumpkin patch, the apple orchard, trick or treat and pumpkin carving, but I hate the scary, yucky, just down right frightening part of Halloween. I'm more of a happy pumpkin/celebrate harvest kind of girl. I wore my happy pumpkin shirt today to work to get into the mood. (It is just a simple black shirt with a 4" diameter jelly bead pumpkin face.) I even wore my Halloween socks. It worked. I got it done, but it was like pulling teeth. There is something to be said for fighting off a cold and battling P*MS on top of it.
So I'm in a funk. It'll go away soon.
Smiles in my day:
- K- coming home from my mother-in-law's house already bathed.
- Hubs asking his co-worker if she needed anything from the craft store. She actually sent a hete*rose*xual male into a craft store with a full list of VERY SPECIFIC items and had him so completely frightened that he needed to get everything that he stayed in the store for an hour and a half until he tackled the list. She asked for feathers of a particular fluff in specific colors. She wanted googly eyes of a certain size only. Oh heavens only knows what else she asked for. He got it all, though. That is dedication!
- It was the last day of work for the week. I worked 2 days and got one free. Not too bad!
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