Monday, April 30, 2012

Do Over

Some days...very early on...I just feel overwhelmed by how much is not going my way and wish I could have one of those wonderful things of my youth - the Do Over!  Here was my day...

I have been chosen to sit in the courtroom in Tyler, TX for 1-2 weeks at the end of the month (depending on how long the trial lasts) during the litigation where we’re sued by the people who pulled out in front of our driver last year in February.

To do this, I had to clear my calendar which included an appointment with my endocrinologist (read: doctor who helps me keep the thyroid cancer way).  He is impossible to get in to.  And his next available appointment was in October, after we move to KC.  But he is a good doctor and I wanted to stick with him and have a sonogram of my thyroid before I move.  Miraculously, when she searched backwards, the appointment setter found me an appointment at 11am today.  Sold!

Unfortunately, Jack also had an appointment this morning at 8:40am previously scheduled as a follow up to the corneal abrasion he had last week, just to make sure everything had healed.

So, I asked DH last night to take the kids to school this morning for me so I could work from home for about an hour before I went to go pick up Jack from school to take him to the eye doctor.  Not starting to think he's not so D. H. gave me some questions about “why” this was important.  He didn’t really say no, and he may have just been curious but I always hear it like it’s a major inconvenience for him.  And if he thinks that’s an inconvenience, then he should try to take the boys to their appointments!

We also need to keep the house in tip top shape because we still have backup showings that pop up mid-day and we can’t run home and clean up for them, plus the appraisal was today and we definitely want it to appraise for as much as we’re selling it for, so … DH had done nothing around the house so while he was in the shower this morning, I was folding and putting away laundry for him, me and the boys, making beds, emptying trash cans, emptying the dishwasher, reloading the dishwasher, cleaning his dishes from yesterday that were on the stove, etc. etc. etc.

 As I retrieved Jack from school to take him to his appointment, I noticed my shirt was wet, and that was because Jack had leaked through his pull up and now I was wearing his urine on my shirt.  Plus, his shorts were soaked.  So, I decided I would change him in the bathroom when we got to the eye doctor.

But I couldn’t find the eye doctor, and by the time I got turned around and actually got to the correct parking lot, I realized it’s a huge complex and every way I turn either leads me to an exit or doctor parking.  Luckily, I had been on hold with their office for about 5 minutes to notify them that we were lost and so they were able to talk me in from the parking lot.

Whipped in, got Jack changed, and went to his appointment where he was wonderful.  I mean, he cried when they put drops in his eyes, but he was patient and funny and did everything they asked.  Bright spot in my day is how wonderfully smart and funny and sweet that boy is.  Hard to believe he came from me!

The only problem was they dilated his eyes and they didn’t tell me it would require an additional 15 minutes of just waiting for that to work before we could be seen again.  Which made the time between Jack’s appointment ending (10:15) and my appointment starting (11:00) in Dallas too short for me to take him back to school before going to my appointment, which meant I had to take him with me.  And I wouldn’t be able to get him back to school in time for lunch or naptime, so I basically knew at that point I was going to have to fake a full day of vacation and do zero of the things I’d like to do with a vacation day. Like shop. Or get a pedicure.  Or read 50 Shades of Grey.  Or try a new recipe. Or exercise. Or sleep.

So, we get to my doctor’s appointment early – 10:45 and wait for A FULL FUCKING HOUR before I’m frustrated and tired of entertaining Jack so I ask the receptionist how much longer its going to be, to which she replies there’s still another person in front of me waiting to go back.  So, I instantly become unglued but utter only two sentences.  1) I’m leaving.  And as I’m storming out with Jack 2) I’ll find another doctor.  I’m partially mad at myself for not calling to see if they were running on schedule, but if those inconsiderate sons of bitches could have just called ahead, I could have taken Jack back to school, arrived closer to the time he would see me rather than my appointment and probably been in a much better mood despite the 10 things that had already gone wrong today.

So, I drove home.  Jack ate lunch and napped.  I called into a conference call for work during the nap.  And then I dropped my sweet little one off at school so I could have some time to myself.   And made up for the day, partially, by dropping some paperwork off at the title office for our closing in a few weeks.  And I got a pedicure.  And I did some shopping.  I need some new clothes for my new job, and the trial, and this fishing trip I'm going on this weekend.  Plus, with all this stress, I've been eating lots and lots of carbs and chocolate and drinking plenty of carby beer and wine so I'm a bloated cow.

Ok.  For tomorrow, I'm calling it.  Do.Over.

Sunday, April 1, 2012

Hunger Games

It could be the title to my life right now Hunger Games. Because I am watching what I eat very
closely to take off what I gained over the winter. Almost there!

But it is also the title of the book I read in like 40 hours this weekend, plus packed in a ton of
other activities. I am a mad woman when it comes to getting this house ready to put on the marked. mad.woman. Between decorating and hanging things and buying things and returning things and hiring people, I'm working at breakneck speed to meet our 4/16 deadline. And, of
course, we are hosting the boys' 3rd birthday (robot party!) the day.before.we.list. Smart, right?! Or not.

Anyway, loved the book. Enhaled it, really, and am looking forward to returning the power washer my DH and I borrowed from our friends tomorrow night so I can borrow yet
another item from them (they're givers!) which is Catching Fire the second in the Hunger Games trilogy.


Yes, I am totally into another teen series. Its almost as bad as my addiction to Sixteen and
Pregnant and Teen Mom.

DH spent two days of his life power washing our fence this weekend and is out playing golf with friends this afternoon. I also was DD last night so he could embibe at dinner. (I'm a giver, too!) (Especially when he's doing manual labor that I abhore!) That meant the boys and I were batching it most of the weekend. They were good little shopping buddies yesterday for hours and hours. So, today I felt like staying home. They're having a movie night after I treated them to a
bath in my garden tub. And after they helped me make dinner. I'm all about ground turkey recipes on Pinterest these days.

So, I'm not about to turn this into a foodie blog, but I did want to share these

Here is the obligatory ingredient shot. The recipe was some sort of Asian Turkey Meatball

When I started there was only one little boy awake,

so it seemed like the perfect quiet afternoon activity

Will was very proud of himself! I'm pretty sure a professional blogger would have cropped all the crap on the counter out of this pic, and actually shot this pic with a decent camera, not the $100 discount camera she carries for work.

I think his favorite part was juicing the lime.

Look who woke up and joined us!

Momma, you funny!
12 little meatballs sitting in the pan
And voila!