OK, so I haven’t blogged since last Thursday. Been sort of busy with the new life caused by the New Life (even as I type, he’s looking for me. Shhhhh.) I actually do have a lot to say about many of the current events, but I feel it’s redundant: “OctoMom-nuts; Chimp Lady-nuts; Obama’s economic policy-nuts.” I almost wonder what’s the point of restating the obvious?
So without much ado, here are my past week small successes.
1. I made a care package for my brother in Iraq and mailed it to him. Normally I would just pick up stuff, put it in the pantry and say “that’s for the care package I will send Thomas…eventually.” But I bought stuff. And I bought a box. And plastic bubble stiff to put in the box. And I even got out my postal scale and the plug and prepaid for a Click ‘n’ Ship label and taped it on the box. (You’d think that if I took the time out to buy and spend money on a cool postal scale, I would be clicking and shipping all the time. But I store it on the back pantry shelf. That would mean going to the back of the pantry and getting it.)
2. I have been getting as much as I can ready the night before. Loading the coffee pot, showering the night before…I haven’t been laying my clothes out, that’s next (speaking of which, I am back into non-maternity jeans-yay!). I have been up and dressed, breakfast and a load of laundry done by 8 (which has enabled me to get all the day’s laundry done each day.I am a bit OCD about not having any dirty laundry. Just don’t ask, go with it.) Let’s see how long I can keep this up. Because it’s making me tired.
3.Yesterday was a horrible, horrible day. I had about 5 meltdowns before I gave in and called my husband crying that I was losing it. You see I try not to call my husband when I am losing it because he just gets frustrated because he is at work, and I get annoyed with him for just getting frustrated. And I get annoyed with myself for not being able to handle it all on my own. So the fact that I didn’t call my husband until late in the afternoon is a small success. And the fact that I still cooked supper instead of hitting the local bar scene and didn’t leave them all to their own devices scrounging for food after my very bad day is a success as well.
Yesterday the kids totally took full advantage of the fact that new baby care left me not on top of them at all times. Each time I had to go to the bathroom, or nurse Septimus, the school books would be abandoned and the boys would be locked in their room…screaming. Why screaming? Why? Why? Why? I don’t know. I just…don’t…know! It’s not as if they scream anything coherent and meaningful like “IN HOC SIGNO VINCES”, just “aaaahhhhhhh”. Then a random toddler would come out the room naked-well not totally, usually with one sock on. And I would say (stupid me) “Why are they naked” and the older kids would reply “I don’t know”. Or they took it upon themselves to raid the freezer for ice cream treats. Or spill cups of cran-apple juice. Or finish the chocolate cake I made the night before, with their hands. On the kitchen floor, or oh gosh, it just occurred to me, under their beds…
It was a bad day. I hope never to relive it again. Ever.