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averygoodun42I probably shouldn't be posting, because I'm in a really pissy mood. It's that kind of day.
Spending three hours amongst kids who are not my own is probably partly to blame. Good god, but kids are loud! Even Babe was trying to get away from them. He kept retreating into my arms, and, well, I'm kind of the station of last resort. I should have told the kids that playtime was over for the time being. I tried giving hints, obvious hints ("I don't think he likes that." "Maybe he would stop running away from you if you stopped crowding him." "He's screaming because you've cornered him. Back off!") but they Just. Didn't. Get it! The eldest was the worst of the lot, too. *shakes head*
They ate all the bananas, too.
*pout*
Oh well. Live and learn. ;-)
In the end, Babe went into the street, and that resulted in an automatic suspension of outdoor activities, so we went inside, had lunch and I tried putting him down for his nap.
You really don't care about this, do you? Oh well. I told you I'm in a pissy mood. You can stop reading at any point. Here might be good.
Anyway, Babe wasn't pleased at being put in his crib. He was so displeased about it that he actually climbed out. I was too tired to argue with him about it, so I just let him play with his toys once he got downstairs.
That's when I heard the phone ring. Oh yeah, that's another joy of this week. On Monday our house decided that only one jack needed to work. The one jack that works is in the office, which is in the basement (the one we use for the computer). On Monday, the telephone company said they'd send someone over today. It was about 1:00 at this point. I hadn't had a shower yet because I didn't want to miss the repair person, although by that point I was starting to wonder if they had tried calling our house to confirm the appointment, only, well, we can't hear the phone the majority of the time, so...
Well, I answered the phone and sure enough it was the phone company -- saying that the repair person would be out tomorrow morning from around 8 - 12.
Greeaaaat.
Seeing as my husband made the call and I didn't know the specifics, I wasn't going to demand anything, but it did make me wonder if they had pushed us back because they couldn't reach us (despite the fact that my husband gave them his cell phone as the primary contact number. Idiots).
Meanwhile, while I was downstairs, I heard the distinctive click of Babe's booster chair strap being engaged. He's been able to put it together for some time now, and has also been known to stand in front of his chair and play with it. He can't release it, though, so I figured that I better check to see if he'd just locked himself in his chair. To be on the safe side, you know.
Well, sure enough, there he was, sitting in his chair, and acting inordinately proud of himself (he's been able to do this for at least a month). Then I looked down to the carpet. And saw meat. Ground beef, to be exact. Unwrapped, thawed ground beef soaking into the carpet!
It seems he found the aluminum wrapped meat, took off the aluminum layer, taken it into the living/dining room (where the carpet is) and then taken off the plastic wrap.
Yuck.
Fortunately, he was constrained in his chair, so I was able to pick up the meat and wipe down the carpet before dealing with him. Also fortunately, it didn't look like any meat was missing from the chunk. I expect he doesn't really associate it with food, yet.
And hey, even if he did nibble, it's a lot safer than bleach, right?
Anyway, after calling the carpet cleaners, I made lunch. Using the beef, as planned. (At least the carpet is relatively clean.) I decided Mexican would be quick, tasty and not spaghetti, but when I ment to blend the salsa (DH doesn't like tomato chunks), I found out that a small piece on the back of the food processor was broken. Meaning the entire contraption won't work.
I think that's when I screamed and kicked the fridge.
My mood improved a bunch after lunch, but it's still pretty bad. It certainly isn't good enough to go out and deal with the kids again yet.
Hopefully they won't knock on the door till DH gets home from work. *crosses fingers*
On the plus side of today, the heart attack symptoms from yesterday have gone away (only the shoulder and neck pains remain), leaving me feeling only slightly ill. No, it wasn't a heart attack. I get chest pains every now and again because my pectorals get very, very tight. I think they got my lats to join in when they started cramping yesterday. The result was a band of compression around my ribcage, right below my pecs for a few hours. Not fun, but not the worst thing in the world. As it was, it wasn't painful enough (and my circulation wasn't poor enough) for me to go to the emergency room (the doctor's office being closed).
Oh, and frozen margarita mix makes for excellent popsicles! Even without the tequila.
Spending three hours amongst kids who are not my own is probably partly to blame. Good god, but kids are loud! Even Babe was trying to get away from them. He kept retreating into my arms, and, well, I'm kind of the station of last resort. I should have told the kids that playtime was over for the time being. I tried giving hints, obvious hints ("I don't think he likes that." "Maybe he would stop running away from you if you stopped crowding him." "He's screaming because you've cornered him. Back off!") but they Just. Didn't. Get it! The eldest was the worst of the lot, too. *shakes head*
They ate all the bananas, too.
*pout*
Oh well. Live and learn. ;-)
In the end, Babe went into the street, and that resulted in an automatic suspension of outdoor activities, so we went inside, had lunch and I tried putting him down for his nap.
You really don't care about this, do you? Oh well. I told you I'm in a pissy mood. You can stop reading at any point. Here might be good.
Anyway, Babe wasn't pleased at being put in his crib. He was so displeased about it that he actually climbed out. I was too tired to argue with him about it, so I just let him play with his toys once he got downstairs.
That's when I heard the phone ring. Oh yeah, that's another joy of this week. On Monday our house decided that only one jack needed to work. The one jack that works is in the office, which is in the basement (the one we use for the computer). On Monday, the telephone company said they'd send someone over today. It was about 1:00 at this point. I hadn't had a shower yet because I didn't want to miss the repair person, although by that point I was starting to wonder if they had tried calling our house to confirm the appointment, only, well, we can't hear the phone the majority of the time, so...
Well, I answered the phone and sure enough it was the phone company -- saying that the repair person would be out tomorrow morning from around 8 - 12.
Greeaaaat.
Seeing as my husband made the call and I didn't know the specifics, I wasn't going to demand anything, but it did make me wonder if they had pushed us back because they couldn't reach us (despite the fact that my husband gave them his cell phone as the primary contact number. Idiots).
Meanwhile, while I was downstairs, I heard the distinctive click of Babe's booster chair strap being engaged. He's been able to put it together for some time now, and has also been known to stand in front of his chair and play with it. He can't release it, though, so I figured that I better check to see if he'd just locked himself in his chair. To be on the safe side, you know.
Well, sure enough, there he was, sitting in his chair, and acting inordinately proud of himself (he's been able to do this for at least a month). Then I looked down to the carpet. And saw meat. Ground beef, to be exact. Unwrapped, thawed ground beef soaking into the carpet!
It seems he found the aluminum wrapped meat, took off the aluminum layer, taken it into the living/dining room (where the carpet is) and then taken off the plastic wrap.
Yuck.
Fortunately, he was constrained in his chair, so I was able to pick up the meat and wipe down the carpet before dealing with him. Also fortunately, it didn't look like any meat was missing from the chunk. I expect he doesn't really associate it with food, yet.
And hey, even if he did nibble, it's a lot safer than bleach, right?
Anyway, after calling the carpet cleaners, I made lunch. Using the beef, as planned. (At least the carpet is relatively clean.) I decided Mexican would be quick, tasty and not spaghetti, but when I ment to blend the salsa (DH doesn't like tomato chunks), I found out that a small piece on the back of the food processor was broken. Meaning the entire contraption won't work.
I think that's when I screamed and kicked the fridge.
My mood improved a bunch after lunch, but it's still pretty bad. It certainly isn't good enough to go out and deal with the kids again yet.
Hopefully they won't knock on the door till DH gets home from work. *crosses fingers*
On the plus side of today, the heart attack symptoms from yesterday have gone away (only the shoulder and neck pains remain), leaving me feeling only slightly ill. No, it wasn't a heart attack. I get chest pains every now and again because my pectorals get very, very tight. I think they got my lats to join in when they started cramping yesterday. The result was a band of compression around my ribcage, right below my pecs for a few hours. Not fun, but not the worst thing in the world. As it was, it wasn't painful enough (and my circulation wasn't poor enough) for me to go to the emergency room (the doctor's office being closed).
Oh, and frozen margarita mix makes for excellent popsicles! Even without the tequila.
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Date: 2006-08-24 01:45 am (UTC)Now, about your day...
I think that babe needs to go to bed early (sleep through the night for your mama tonight, sweetie) and that some tequila needs to be added to that margarita mix. If anyone deserves it tonight, it's you.
((Hugs))
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Date: 2006-08-24 03:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-24 04:09 am (UTC)I've had to create a little sign with a sleeping figure and the caption, "Shhhh. We're sleeping" to keep them from waking Babe up during naptime. Of course sometimes I don't "remember" to take it off the door immediately after he wakes up... although all too frequently they know. It's like they have Babe radar. They know when he's still napping, They know when he's awake.
School starts on the 29th. I am very much looking forward to it, even if I can't send Babe off with them. =)
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Date: 2006-08-24 04:46 am (UTC)I think you need the tequila in the margaritas...definitely after today...
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Date: 2006-08-24 12:09 pm (UTC)I'm with those who think you deserve a margarita. What a day.
Hi.
Date: 2006-08-24 03:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-24 04:46 pm (UTC)Thanks, Ginny! Yeah, Babe did go to bed early (once DH got home, Babe was in HIS care while I retreated to write [a scene from SMHC, no less!])... but alas, ther's no tequila in the house. Only cooking sherry and some really, really bad rum. (both for Christmas cooking.) *put-upon sigh*
As you might guess, I'm feeling better today. Amazing how much two night of decent sleep (and a bit of writing) helps!
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Date: 2006-08-24 04:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-24 04:53 pm (UTC)A margarita would have been nice. Brownies would have been nice as well. Maybe a margarita with brownies on the side? Hmm... *offers up cyber brownies for you*
Re: Hi.
Date: 2006-08-24 04:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-24 05:00 pm (UTC)Take care and have a good day!
(YAY! More SMHC!!! Come on muse, make me happy!!!)
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Date: 2006-08-25 05:12 am (UTC)