Wow, looking back on last week I suddenly feel like I was full of energy and very productive.... compared to today! Emily has had a fever since Saturday night and just wants to be held so you can imagine how much is getting done now. I did feel the shame after my last post and forced myself to use up every box we had left, so things are at least looking less cluttered around here. Let me recommend this as a general housekeeping tip. Just box up the junk next time it gets out of control. Label it "mementos" and put it in your storage room.
Emily is taking a nap and I fear it will be short. So, as a favor to the good people of Manhattan, I must now get a shower before I lose my opportunity once again.
Monday, October 18, 2010
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Spinning Wheels
I have had the least productive week possible, to contrast with how much Sean has accomplished. And this pretty much sums up why I stay home with the kids while he works two jobs. I couldn't possibly have a real job too, how do families manage that? I can't imagine the sheer energy involved (and maybe some cocaine?). Sean took this week off the "job he can't quit" to work extra moonlighting shifts, which after meeting with the Media Guru on Tuesday morning became apparent where all the extra money was headed. Happy birthday, Sean!
It is in fact his birthday today and he celebrated by working the first 7 hours of it and now he is somehow sleeping through Saturday morning TV binge. Anna is being extra sweet and accommodating in selection of shows so as not to remind me that last night she was actually hitting Megan over some TV disagreement and as it escalated I, like Claire on Modern Family, kept upping the punishment, which of course is no more TV. I think I got up to at least a whole weekend of no TV. But now I am desperate to keep them quiet. I know better than to try and accomplish anything else at the same time, like packing.
Ah, spinning wheels, I mean, packing. I am at the stage where I think I am so organized and there won't be much to pack that last week. HA. HA. HA. Last night I was talking with 3 friends who did a move like this and they remember this stage well, delusion. I also learned that the final stage will be throwing random stuff in the vehicle with lots of angry swearing at the end because you just can't believe how much crap there is. I thought this would be a great week for me to "get serious" but I underestimated how much Sean would need to sleep and how impossible it is to do anything with Patrick helping. A rare week of great weather too, so much guilt involved in keeping the children inside instead of out enjoying it, so that justified even more procrastination. I did manage to pack up most the built in bookcase, which reminded me that we won't have those at the new house so those boxes may never get unpacked. Sean may need to do another week of hardcore moonlighting for all the furniture I'm going to need to buy....
I have had many, many interruptions this morning just trying to post this uninspiring and non-entertaining update but it has been a bad week for blogging so I felt I had to do something. Everyone else I know accomplishes so much and gets up very early to train for long races (even you, Sweatpants and a Mini-van) so I was going to feel really pathetic if I couldn't even manage this. I don't even make it to yoga anymore. I was too exhausted to keep up with the kids after doing it. So once again I am baffled trying to figure how other people get it all done. Sometimes I think they must have really messy houses but then again, so do I. I just have the option to pick up all the crap on the floor, seal it in a box, and not deal with it for 3 weeks....
It is in fact his birthday today and he celebrated by working the first 7 hours of it and now he is somehow sleeping through Saturday morning TV binge. Anna is being extra sweet and accommodating in selection of shows so as not to remind me that last night she was actually hitting Megan over some TV disagreement and as it escalated I, like Claire on Modern Family, kept upping the punishment, which of course is no more TV. I think I got up to at least a whole weekend of no TV. But now I am desperate to keep them quiet. I know better than to try and accomplish anything else at the same time, like packing.
Ah, spinning wheels, I mean, packing. I am at the stage where I think I am so organized and there won't be much to pack that last week. HA. HA. HA. Last night I was talking with 3 friends who did a move like this and they remember this stage well, delusion. I also learned that the final stage will be throwing random stuff in the vehicle with lots of angry swearing at the end because you just can't believe how much crap there is. I thought this would be a great week for me to "get serious" but I underestimated how much Sean would need to sleep and how impossible it is to do anything with Patrick helping. A rare week of great weather too, so much guilt involved in keeping the children inside instead of out enjoying it, so that justified even more procrastination. I did manage to pack up most the built in bookcase, which reminded me that we won't have those at the new house so those boxes may never get unpacked. Sean may need to do another week of hardcore moonlighting for all the furniture I'm going to need to buy....
I have had many, many interruptions this morning just trying to post this uninspiring and non-entertaining update but it has been a bad week for blogging so I felt I had to do something. Everyone else I know accomplishes so much and gets up very early to train for long races (even you, Sweatpants and a Mini-van) so I was going to feel really pathetic if I couldn't even manage this. I don't even make it to yoga anymore. I was too exhausted to keep up with the kids after doing it. So once again I am baffled trying to figure how other people get it all done. Sometimes I think they must have really messy houses but then again, so do I. I just have the option to pick up all the crap on the floor, seal it in a box, and not deal with it for 3 weeks....
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Worst Backseat Driver Ever
Wow, I must have blocked from my mind that the stage after the tour guide in your backseat (pointing out every bus, truck, motorcycle, big cow, and bounce house) is the driving advisor in your backseat. Patrick is now instructing me on when to go at stoplights and how fast to go. As usual, he is very loud. He still puts up a big fight with getting into his car seat and every day tries to ride in the pink princess booster seat. Naturally. Sean remembers that Anna was the same way, bossing us around with her driving tips, but clearly I blocked that from my mind and thought having more children was a stellar idea!
I need to take more pictures of him sleeping to remind me of how sweet a three year old can be. He has started wiping off kisses though and also wipes off his lips after kissing my cheek. Mommy germs. But then out of the blue yesterday he had a meltdown as I was leaving to take the girls to school, why the face? He could somehow sense that I was headed to KC after that... maybe it's that I wasn't in sweats? Hmm.
I need to take more pictures of him sleeping to remind me of how sweet a three year old can be. He has started wiping off kisses though and also wipes off his lips after kissing my cheek. Mommy germs. But then out of the blue yesterday he had a meltdown as I was leaving to take the girls to school, why the face? He could somehow sense that I was headed to KC after that... maybe it's that I wasn't in sweats? Hmm.
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Feetie Pajamas
Patrick was loving all the attention and "more pics" in his new feetie pajamas until he realized he was one step closer to bedtime.
Thursday, October 7, 2010
90 Blasting Degrees
The girls were fighting over who was dressed appropriately this morning... Megan in jeans or Anna in shorts? So I looked up the weather for them, of course jeans in the morning and shorts in the afternoon, up to 82 today. And tomorrow, 90 degrees? "WTF? Why the face?", as Phil misinterprets on Modern Family. I was over the heat at least a month ago and decided I would no longer expose the general public to my ugly feet, so the sandals were packed up. If I wanted 90 degrees in October I would still live in Texas where I could at least console myself with great shopping and many, many tempting restaurants. Wait, why did we move? Oh yeah, the heat, of which I am being tortured with here. It could be worse of course, we could be moving in this heat, instead I am just packing- and unpacking. Yes, the unpacking has begun too as we have needed many items that I have already packed up. A month of this to go??
Other comments about today:
1. If you can compose and sing a coherent song about needing a diaper change, I think it is time to stop wearing diapers.
2. We got not just one but two catalogs yesterday for dog accessories. Anna has been talking a lot about getting a dog but she knows it won't happen until she has her own house. She and Megan were discussing it the other day, Megan declaring that she would never have a dog, gosh I wonder why, extreme fear of dogs much? Anna was talking about the dog using a litter box too, just to show you how much they haven't been exposed to dogs. And then Megan chimed in that a good reason to get married is so your husband can clean out the litter box. The girl is a genius, proud to say. I really have nothing against dogs and their catalogs full of cute accessories but clearly I am tapped out on the cleaning up of "dog dirt" as our old neighbor growing up, Mrs. Beckett, used to say. Yep, changed enough "baby dirt" for one lifetime too and still have a few years to go. Maybe if I trained Emily to go in a litter box I could get Sean to clean it out?
3. I feel there should always be a 3rd point but I am out of topics, so I will just update you on my sister who went into pre-term labor this past weekend at 30 weeks. Katie is home on bed rest now which is much better than being in the hospital. In fact, I think bed rest sounds pretty darn awesome. I know people who go through it think it is horrible but they must not love to read and never usually have time for that. And what, do they not have a laptop? I could finally watch more than my usual 4 TV shows a week (thanks to hulu.com), and I could find out what everyone else is talking about! I could update my itunes with songs that I haven't already heard too many times. And best of all, I could get out of changing diapers! Live it up now, Katie, and you will be ready to take care of that 11 pound boy when you go full term!!
Other comments about today:
1. If you can compose and sing a coherent song about needing a diaper change, I think it is time to stop wearing diapers.
2. We got not just one but two catalogs yesterday for dog accessories. Anna has been talking a lot about getting a dog but she knows it won't happen until she has her own house. She and Megan were discussing it the other day, Megan declaring that she would never have a dog, gosh I wonder why, extreme fear of dogs much? Anna was talking about the dog using a litter box too, just to show you how much they haven't been exposed to dogs. And then Megan chimed in that a good reason to get married is so your husband can clean out the litter box. The girl is a genius, proud to say. I really have nothing against dogs and their catalogs full of cute accessories but clearly I am tapped out on the cleaning up of "dog dirt" as our old neighbor growing up, Mrs. Beckett, used to say. Yep, changed enough "baby dirt" for one lifetime too and still have a few years to go. Maybe if I trained Emily to go in a litter box I could get Sean to clean it out?
3. I feel there should always be a 3rd point but I am out of topics, so I will just update you on my sister who went into pre-term labor this past weekend at 30 weeks. Katie is home on bed rest now which is much better than being in the hospital. In fact, I think bed rest sounds pretty darn awesome. I know people who go through it think it is horrible but they must not love to read and never usually have time for that. And what, do they not have a laptop? I could finally watch more than my usual 4 TV shows a week (thanks to hulu.com), and I could find out what everyone else is talking about! I could update my itunes with songs that I haven't already heard too many times. And best of all, I could get out of changing diapers! Live it up now, Katie, and you will be ready to take care of that 11 pound boy when you go full term!!
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
My life is like a hospital meeting
Sean was complaining about the lack of blog updates to entertain him during yet another exciting and relevant meeting at work today and I explained to him that I had nothing blog worthy this week. We are just treading water here, four weeks until we close on the new house, too early to pack up much here and all the paperwork, inspections, and repairs are done. So I spend a lot of time trying to wear Patrick out at the park, dreaming of the day I can just send him out to the backyard and basketball court. He did have "school" today where he was playing baby dolls when I came to pick him up, just like at home. Ah, life with 3 sisters.
In addition to the basketball court, we are really looking forward to having a brand new master bath in our new house, one that Sean has already declared off limits to the girls. For as much as they hate taking showers and complain bitterly about it, they sure have fun punishing me by trashing the place. I don't know where all the dirty clothes comes from, there is no way they were wearing all those outfits at once, but there they are, all over every inch of floor space, and wet of course as the girls have to run around before they dry off. They also go through shampoo and body wash like they're pouring it directly down the drain. Oh wait, that is exactly what Anna has been caught doing. I told her she wasted $20 worth and I took it from her birthday money once. I'm sure that had been a long day, I don't normally fine them that much, usually just enough for one bottle of wine to help me forget.
The other newly remodeled part of the new house is the master closet. It is far too nice- and big- for the 3 outfits I own. I am fashion challenged to begin with but add in over 9 years of fluctuating sizes and dwindling shopping opportunities and it's not pretty. Have you ever heard of a father-in-law who complains that his son should buy his wife more clothing?? I didn't even have to pay him to say that, I believe it's an even exchange for the years I have spent lobbying for him to retire and golf more. I do have the best in-laws ever and I'm not just saying that because they are loyal blog readers. I would even say that if they didn't volunteer to come out and entertain the littles while I pack up and move non-furniture items to the new house! 4 weeks, Nana and Pops, start saving up energy now.
In addition to the basketball court, we are really looking forward to having a brand new master bath in our new house, one that Sean has already declared off limits to the girls. For as much as they hate taking showers and complain bitterly about it, they sure have fun punishing me by trashing the place. I don't know where all the dirty clothes comes from, there is no way they were wearing all those outfits at once, but there they are, all over every inch of floor space, and wet of course as the girls have to run around before they dry off. They also go through shampoo and body wash like they're pouring it directly down the drain. Oh wait, that is exactly what Anna has been caught doing. I told her she wasted $20 worth and I took it from her birthday money once. I'm sure that had been a long day, I don't normally fine them that much, usually just enough for one bottle of wine to help me forget.
The other newly remodeled part of the new house is the master closet. It is far too nice- and big- for the 3 outfits I own. I am fashion challenged to begin with but add in over 9 years of fluctuating sizes and dwindling shopping opportunities and it's not pretty. Have you ever heard of a father-in-law who complains that his son should buy his wife more clothing?? I didn't even have to pay him to say that, I believe it's an even exchange for the years I have spent lobbying for him to retire and golf more. I do have the best in-laws ever and I'm not just saying that because they are loyal blog readers. I would even say that if they didn't volunteer to come out and entertain the littles while I pack up and move non-furniture items to the new house! 4 weeks, Nana and Pops, start saving up energy now.
Saturday, October 2, 2010
Park Pics
I find that I am very motivated to get the kids out of the house these days so I can then avoid all house related tasks. It's a little irritating to be constantly surrounded by stuff that I know I am going to have to pack up and move myself. I did manage to do about 15 boxes so far and you'd never know by looking at the place. Clearly this is all stuff we never use so if someone could just come tell me that they are moving it to the new house for me and then throw it away, that would be great, thanks.
Then I can get back to taking pictures of the kids that I will someday put in a photo book. I have at least uploaded the photos up until Emily was born, so what, I'm 10 months behind? I'll get back to that project in another year or so... In the meantime, these are from the park yesterday. Patrick insisted on taking his bike there and apparently he had been planning all along to ride it up the playscape thing and then ride it down the big slide. I don't recall the girls ever doing stuff like this.
Then I can get back to taking pictures of the kids that I will someday put in a photo book. I have at least uploaded the photos up until Emily was born, so what, I'm 10 months behind? I'll get back to that project in another year or so... In the meantime, these are from the park yesterday. Patrick insisted on taking his bike there and apparently he had been planning all along to ride it up the playscape thing and then ride it down the big slide. I don't recall the girls ever doing stuff like this.
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