Tuesday, April 21, 2009

On the way home I thought of you.

Every time I sit down to write a post about something I feel passionate about something occurs to end my train of thought. Sometimes it's a phone call, other times it's a woken toddler. It's been difficult to find the time and hold a thought.

This weekend my Dad and Grandmother came in for little X-man's second birthday and to celebrate Tyler's induction into Phi Eta Sigma. I love them both but having them here for three days and three nights makes me think I could really use some anger management and therapy sessions. When they woke the kids up at 6 a.m. as they were leaving Monday morning I literally held my breath until they left. Fortunately for everyone involved that was 6:01.

Making this weekend even worse was the fact that Cooper is teething, getting in four back teeth and has been less than delightful several times over the weekend. He seems to be feeling a little better. Let's hope the worse is over.

I had a doctor's appointment today. All is well with the baby but I have a small hematoma. My doctor is not concerned as the spotting went away, she thinks the hematoma will disappear on it's own in a few weeks. The baby weighs 1 pound and I lost half a pound. Don't worry. I immediately came home and ate six powdered dounuts. We are out of cherry coke. We do however, have a box of Strawberry Milkshake Oreos. I will begin working on them when the dounuts are gone.

We seem to have finally gotten an offer on that spec house of ours. It's quite a crummy offer to be honest where we'll end up losing somewhere in the ballpark of $50k. But at least that nightmare will finally come to an end and I won't have to have that luring sense of dread when my sister or brother-in-law call. I can't stop thinking about money and the relativity of it all. We spent so much money to get pregnant with Bailey and Cooper and yet now we have a family that is worth every penny of that money.

Did I tell you about my fear of spiders? OK, not only is the fear itself irrational it gets worse. My mother told me when I was a child that killing a spider would kill someone you love, and I to this day believe it. Yes, even now. I try to coexist with spiders but when I see one I feel crawling everywhere on my body. But in an effort to keep them alive I have set nice groundrules. They are not allowed into my bed, in my bathroom or around my children. When I was pregnant with the twins I had to kill a mean vicious spider who walked sideways, watched my every move and trapped me in the tub at 3 a.m. I didn't even pick up "A Brief History of Time" which was the murder weapon, and have still yet to finish it. I have not killed a spider knowingly since. Well today they broke another one of my rules. There was one playing in the playroom today. I tried to convince him to run along when I flicked him off of my skirt. But a few minutes later I found him within inches of my son. I squashed him with a Fisher Price book. Do you know I am worried I may have just sent someone to their grave.

When the kids went down at 8 tonight I ran to Michael's to see if they had any wooden letters I can use in the nursery to spell the babies name above the crib. It is so different to be out at night now that I have kids. I decided to run by Jersey Mike's for a sub. Don't go to Jersey's Mikes to get a sub three minutes before they close, it will not be the best sub you ever had. In my defense I didn't know they closed at 9 until I had ordered my sub. In their defense, they did offer to let me eat it there.

Last night was bookgroup. We have had the same group of five people show up two months in a row. I hope that is a good sign. I have met some new people and read some interesting, and less than interesting books. This month we are reading "Brave New World". Three of us have read it but don't remember it. Two of us read it so close to Orwell's "1984" we can't remember which is which. My memory is so bad now that I can't imagine when I get to be 91.

There, I think that is all I have on my mind, nothing passionate, but it's something.

1 comment:

wesley's mom (sue) said...

I am constantly having fabulous ideas then forgetting them. I try to keep a notebook with me all the time. I'm always writing stuff down at red lights. I hate having a post all thought out, then forgetting it all by the time I get a chance to write.

What does that mean? That you have a hematoma? And are you sure you should be eating strawberry milkshake oreos? Ever?

I heard about the spec house. Sorry? Or Congradulations?

I have NEVER heard that killing a spider would also kill someone you love. I bet she was just kidding.