Wow..where to start?
I’m in a wee bit of a funk. The joys of no time of my own is raining down upon me like some of the long awaited storms we’ve finally gotten. It’s amusing in a way, because there are far too many times I feel at wits end and simply wish I could just, I don’t know, check out for an hour or two … or maybe just once for the first time since late 2005 maybe have a good night’s sleep. This is also usually about the time someone will somewhat randomly say “oh I don’t know how you can stand to stay at home, I couldn’t.” I’m totally happy that they realize this of themselves, but at the same time… it is almost always at the point where I’m pretty sure they are going to come carry me away any day now. Do I radiate it so loudly now? I haven’t played my trumpet in over a year… knitting… not happening… bath alone forget-about-it. Seriously it takes me a week or more to do something, even when it’s pretty critical. Lovely. I need a damn house elf (but I’d treat them good!) or at the very least a crew of ladies who would kindly come mop and clean my bathrooms. I’m sure every parent has those days but it sucks donkey balls when it’s you having that day/week/month/whatever. Burnout no fun land, oh I am there.
At current, I am hiding in the room with the computer. It’s almost bathtime…need to go pick up dinner stuff. We’re trying really hard to cook at home more, but interestingly enough…I am the only one cooking. I’m not sure how that works but hey tonight I really didn’t want to cook and we actually cracked frozen soup out of the freezer. I am so proud. Usually that means a Mighty Fine night or a Cabo Bob’s night. We’re also dealing with the 3 year old picky-eater-itis. No you can not have cookies/candy/sugar/chips/jelly/etc for meals. It’s insane how a kid can go from eating everything to being picky and then have changing likes on an hourly or sometimes less basis.
Had a crazy afternoon…I went to ye old local cloth diapering store. An exercise in futility. Why? Because every. single. time. I go… they never have the thing I am going for. EVER. The people that run it (at least the owner) is pretty nice…though I’m not super duper excited that her sick kid was encouraged to go play with mine and that she let me know the kid was sick AFTER they had mouthed the same toy. It’s just frustrating as heck to always get there and them not have it. I also need to stop checking their website…website says yes, store no have. No I don’t call, but I guess I should. Phone calls usually end up with screaming children or something happening that isn’t good. Ended up coming home with two really grumpy children and ordering the silly thing online with free shipping. (Also… why oh why does Fuzzi Bunz have to get the awesome girly prints when I don’t have a girl in diapers and there are no cool boy prints. sigh.) Both kids fell asleep in the car.
In the past month…my folks side had a death in the family. I ended up representing my folks part of the clan by being a pallbearer. It was kind of an unexpected death… older family member but it just kind of BAM! happened rather quickly. The family drama that is brewing…groan. I just want to stay out of it, even though others are trying to drag me in. Why can’t everyone just be civil and get through it!??
On the other side, my FIL is having surgery for a tumor in his colon this month. They found out last month through a colonoscopy, but I get the feeling it was suspected. They think it is benign and expect it to be as “no big thing” as a colon resection can be. My MIL wants The Husband to come down and help…and he should. Trying to figure out how to deal with the wee ones and if I/us should go. Want to support The Husband, but I know that the kiddos would not do good in a new place with little they can get into. All I could do is watch them. It is a really tough call. SIL is coming down too, so this could end up being a family thing too I guess.
So to end on a happy note… 18th of this month is The Boy’s first birthday! HURRAY! We already have his name stool and I figure we’ll do cake and stuff. Low key but fun. It’s hard to believe he’s already a year old…but he’s been here practically forever too.