Happy VD
What a day. Just like any other, only more.
The baby's decided that 5 a.m. is a fine time to wake up for a ten minute snack. It's sort of okay with me because that means she'll sleep until 7:30 a.m. or 8 a.m. I literally staggered out of bed and to her room this morning for ten minutes, then back to bed for more glorious sleep. You'd think I'd go to bed early since I love to sleep so much, but the thing is, I love to sleep in the mornings! At night, I'd rather be awake, being uninterrupted and quiet.
The twins had a friend sleep over last night, so first thing this morning, my husband bought a dozen donuts. I had finished showering by that time (with Babygirl in the bathroom with me throwing extra washcloths into the tub and flinging the shower curtain open and getting sprayed with water). Dear husband took her for a ride in the car so I could finish getting ready in peace. Then he returned my baby to me and went to work. Yes, it's Saturday, but yes, he worked, as usual. He tends to wait until Saturday to write his sermon, which tends to bug me, but what can I do, really?
During Babygirl's nap, I worked on the wall in "her" room which we are currently sleeping in. It needs to be painted before we move the crib back in there and move our bed back into the master bedroom. When she was born, our sleeping situation was completely jumbled up. I slept with the baby in the master bedroom, while YoungestBoy was moved (he begged to move) to the twins' room. My husband slept in YoungestBoy's old room on the king-sized bed from the master bedroom, while I slept on the queen sized bed in the master bedroom with Babygirl until the day she fell off the bed. Since then she's been sleeping in the crib.
Right before Christmas, we bought new twin beds for the twins and moved them downstairs to the spare room. YoungestBoy got their old room all to himself with the queen sized bed, Babygirl ended up alone in the master bedroom with her crib and when Babygirl started sleeping through the night at 11 months, I joined my husband in the king-sized bed in the baby's new room (which was YoungestBoy's old room). We didn't move the crib into that room because it needs paint. And I know if I don't paint it before we move the crib in, we never will. Who wants a baby to breathe in paint fumes?
And why have I procrastinated on painting? Well, one wall (where the window is) was covered with two layers of hideous wallpaper which was then covered with even more hideous fabric which was stapled on. The entire mess had to be removed, then the wallpaper paste had to be removed and the staples pried out and the holes filled in. I ripped the wallpaper off years ago (literally), but the staples and a few strips of wallpaper paste remained until today. During her nap, I got out the Diff to remove the final remnants of paper and got out a utility knife and needle-nosed pliers and pulled out the staples. It took two hours, long enough to watch almost all of the horror movie about Chucky the doll. I'd never seen it before.
Being the horrible mother that I am, my boys were downstairs watching television the whole time I was upstairs working. They were quiet, too, which was a miracle. I finished the job just as Babygirl woke up.
Early this morning, we received a phone call that J. had died in the wee hours of the morning. J. was an 85 year old man from our church in good health until suddenly he was diagnosed with widespread cancer. Being a pessimist, when I originally heard the diagnosis (after he had a CAT scan), I said, "It's going to be days, not weeks" or "It's going to be weeks, not months." I can't remember now, but sure enough, it was barely more than a week. This was exactly how my dad died. His liver was riddled with cancer and he slid into death very quickly.
J.'s son and daughter-in-law are close friends of ours. Our kids all play together, so this afternoon when my husband visited the family, he offered to bring the kids to our house to play for the afternoon. So again, I had a houseful of kids. They all played well together (if you call tackling each other in the muddy backyard playing well) and had a good time.
When the baby went to bed tonight, I went out shopping. I went to Old Navy and bought a bunch of shirts and pants and two baby gifts--all on clearance. I love the clearance racks. Then I went to Marshall's and shopped the clearance racks again and came up with a pair of sunglasses, a pair of sandals, a gift for my mother, a pack of 12 board books, a computer game for my son's birthday, a two-pack of black tights for me, and a shirt, all for $50. The man behind the register commented on my optimism--buying sunglasses on a rainy, February day. Doesn't he realize that it will be summer in approximately twenty minutes? That's how fast the seasons change in my world.
I finished up my adventure at Target, buying boring stuff like laundry detergent and napkins.
So, Happy VD. That's Valentine's Day, for the young and romantic. For me, just another day, only more. Don't get me wrong. My sweet husband remembered to remember me with chocolate, flowers, a teddy bear and a card. He's a good guy. I'm just a low-maintenance girl who is happy just to shop the clearance sales.
The baby's decided that 5 a.m. is a fine time to wake up for a ten minute snack. It's sort of okay with me because that means she'll sleep until 7:30 a.m. or 8 a.m. I literally staggered out of bed and to her room this morning for ten minutes, then back to bed for more glorious sleep. You'd think I'd go to bed early since I love to sleep so much, but the thing is, I love to sleep in the mornings! At night, I'd rather be awake, being uninterrupted and quiet.
The twins had a friend sleep over last night, so first thing this morning, my husband bought a dozen donuts. I had finished showering by that time (with Babygirl in the bathroom with me throwing extra washcloths into the tub and flinging the shower curtain open and getting sprayed with water). Dear husband took her for a ride in the car so I could finish getting ready in peace. Then he returned my baby to me and went to work. Yes, it's Saturday, but yes, he worked, as usual. He tends to wait until Saturday to write his sermon, which tends to bug me, but what can I do, really?
During Babygirl's nap, I worked on the wall in "her" room which we are currently sleeping in. It needs to be painted before we move the crib back in there and move our bed back into the master bedroom. When she was born, our sleeping situation was completely jumbled up. I slept with the baby in the master bedroom, while YoungestBoy was moved (he begged to move) to the twins' room. My husband slept in YoungestBoy's old room on the king-sized bed from the master bedroom, while I slept on the queen sized bed in the master bedroom with Babygirl until the day she fell off the bed. Since then she's been sleeping in the crib.
Right before Christmas, we bought new twin beds for the twins and moved them downstairs to the spare room. YoungestBoy got their old room all to himself with the queen sized bed, Babygirl ended up alone in the master bedroom with her crib and when Babygirl started sleeping through the night at 11 months, I joined my husband in the king-sized bed in the baby's new room (which was YoungestBoy's old room). We didn't move the crib into that room because it needs paint. And I know if I don't paint it before we move the crib in, we never will. Who wants a baby to breathe in paint fumes?
And why have I procrastinated on painting? Well, one wall (where the window is) was covered with two layers of hideous wallpaper which was then covered with even more hideous fabric which was stapled on. The entire mess had to be removed, then the wallpaper paste had to be removed and the staples pried out and the holes filled in. I ripped the wallpaper off years ago (literally), but the staples and a few strips of wallpaper paste remained until today. During her nap, I got out the Diff to remove the final remnants of paper and got out a utility knife and needle-nosed pliers and pulled out the staples. It took two hours, long enough to watch almost all of the horror movie about Chucky the doll. I'd never seen it before.
Being the horrible mother that I am, my boys were downstairs watching television the whole time I was upstairs working. They were quiet, too, which was a miracle. I finished the job just as Babygirl woke up.
Early this morning, we received a phone call that J. had died in the wee hours of the morning. J. was an 85 year old man from our church in good health until suddenly he was diagnosed with widespread cancer. Being a pessimist, when I originally heard the diagnosis (after he had a CAT scan), I said, "It's going to be days, not weeks" or "It's going to be weeks, not months." I can't remember now, but sure enough, it was barely more than a week. This was exactly how my dad died. His liver was riddled with cancer and he slid into death very quickly.
J.'s son and daughter-in-law are close friends of ours. Our kids all play together, so this afternoon when my husband visited the family, he offered to bring the kids to our house to play for the afternoon. So again, I had a houseful of kids. They all played well together (if you call tackling each other in the muddy backyard playing well) and had a good time.
When the baby went to bed tonight, I went out shopping. I went to Old Navy and bought a bunch of shirts and pants and two baby gifts--all on clearance. I love the clearance racks. Then I went to Marshall's and shopped the clearance racks again and came up with a pair of sunglasses, a pair of sandals, a gift for my mother, a pack of 12 board books, a computer game for my son's birthday, a two-pack of black tights for me, and a shirt, all for $50. The man behind the register commented on my optimism--buying sunglasses on a rainy, February day. Doesn't he realize that it will be summer in approximately twenty minutes? That's how fast the seasons change in my world.
I finished up my adventure at Target, buying boring stuff like laundry detergent and napkins.
So, Happy VD. That's Valentine's Day, for the young and romantic. For me, just another day, only more. Don't get me wrong. My sweet husband remembered to remember me with chocolate, flowers, a teddy bear and a card. He's a good guy. I'm just a low-maintenance girl who is happy just to shop the clearance sales.
posted by Melodee at Saturday, February 14, 2004
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