I truly believe I have the beginnings of dementia.
Two weeks ago I misplaced my wedding ring. Todd thankfully located it, but where I'd placed it was in the most unusual spot, yet I knew after he found it that I'd put it there.
This morning I found an almost full carton of milk in the cupboard where the girls cups are stored. I must have put it in there yesterday when serving the kids milk at lunch time.
Should I just book my room now at the Alzheimer's Inn??
Showing posts with label Mommy moments. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mommy moments. Show all posts
Monday, June 1, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Good golly. Haven't heard that in awhile have you?
This weekend was like a perpetual party. I have a headache over my left eye that refuses to go away even on Codiene! My thoughts today are random. Not too unusual if you're a regular reader. Speaking of, how and why are people following me on Twitter?? I suck at Twitter. I don't think I totally understand how it all works. I'm so sorry to any of you who added me. You'll leave soon I'm sure.
Okay, on to my weekend.
One of the hosts to an adult party we attended Saturday night actually made me a drink with everclear. Everclear people!!! I didn't even know that shit still exists! Everclear, for the non-drinking folks, is a 151 proof, clear, no taste alcohol that is illegal. He called the drink a Cheryl Temple. It tasted really good actually. Thankfully I gave half of my drink away and survived.
We still have "rental dog". She's had diarrhea almost since day one so on Friday she had to go to the vet for an exam and stay overnight. She needs to be fixed before she can legally go home to a permanent family, but until she's healthy for a longer period of time we need to wait. The foster place pays for everything. Not one penny has left my purse.
My sister-in-law came over yesterday with Baby Allison and brought their vizsla who is a year old. Evie, rental dog, barked at her like crazy. My 2 year old dog, Rosie, who was previously scared shitless of the vizsla and drooled for hours during and after their first meeting, was very relaxed since Evie was all tough. Funny dogs. I also got tons of baby luvin' from my sweet niece. She's smiling and cooing now. SO DAMN CUTE!!! My brother had to work (police officer) so I bribed Jen with dinner so I could have Allie time. I'm nice like that.
I'm on the last book of the vampire Twilight Series . I was up until midnight reading and had to force myself to go to bed. It didn't help that I slept in until 11am almost all weekend due to late night partying. I'm so tired today. *yawn*.
I suck as a daughter. My moms birthday was on Saturday but I forgot. I called her yesterday. I didn't send a card either. Don't send me cards and please do not expect cards from me. I think cards are a great idea if you're organized and into all that, and I do appreciate receiving them, but I feel guilt over not sending them so stop sending me cards! I suck at thank you cards too. I'm better at thank you emails. I appreciate all you freaky organized people out there but I'm not one of you.
Look, this is me. I had to call my home number today from work to leave a message on my home voicemail to remind myself that tomorrow Paula needs to wear something "Anne Frank-ish" for her oral book report and that Shawna has her teddy bear picnic tomorrow so she needs to go to school w/a teddy bear. Does that guarantee I'll remember? Nope. If it's not plastered to my forehead I can still forget. It's fun to be me.
This weekend was like a perpetual party. I have a headache over my left eye that refuses to go away even on Codiene! My thoughts today are random. Not too unusual if you're a regular reader. Speaking of, how and why are people following me on Twitter?? I suck at Twitter. I don't think I totally understand how it all works. I'm so sorry to any of you who added me. You'll leave soon I'm sure.
Okay, on to my weekend.
One of the hosts to an adult party we attended Saturday night actually made me a drink with everclear. Everclear people!!! I didn't even know that shit still exists! Everclear, for the non-drinking folks, is a 151 proof, clear, no taste alcohol that is illegal. He called the drink a Cheryl Temple. It tasted really good actually. Thankfully I gave half of my drink away and survived.
We still have "rental dog". She's had diarrhea almost since day one so on Friday she had to go to the vet for an exam and stay overnight. She needs to be fixed before she can legally go home to a permanent family, but until she's healthy for a longer period of time we need to wait. The foster place pays for everything. Not one penny has left my purse.
My sister-in-law came over yesterday with Baby Allison and brought their vizsla who is a year old. Evie, rental dog, barked at her like crazy. My 2 year old dog, Rosie, who was previously scared shitless of the vizsla and drooled for hours during and after their first meeting, was very relaxed since Evie was all tough. Funny dogs. I also got tons of baby luvin' from my sweet niece. She's smiling and cooing now. SO DAMN CUTE!!! My brother had to work (police officer) so I bribed Jen with dinner so I could have Allie time. I'm nice like that.
I'm on the last book of the vampire Twilight Series . I was up until midnight reading and had to force myself to go to bed. It didn't help that I slept in until 11am almost all weekend due to late night partying. I'm so tired today. *yawn*.
I suck as a daughter. My moms birthday was on Saturday but I forgot. I called her yesterday. I didn't send a card either. Don't send me cards and please do not expect cards from me. I think cards are a great idea if you're organized and into all that, and I do appreciate receiving them, but I feel guilt over not sending them so stop sending me cards! I suck at thank you cards too. I'm better at thank you emails. I appreciate all you freaky organized people out there but I'm not one of you.
Look, this is me. I had to call my home number today from work to leave a message on my home voicemail to remind myself that tomorrow Paula needs to wear something "Anne Frank-ish" for her oral book report and that Shawna has her teddy bear picnic tomorrow so she needs to go to school w/a teddy bear. Does that guarantee I'll remember? Nope. If it's not plastered to my forehead I can still forget. It's fun to be me.
Monday, April 20, 2009
In February I took my girls to get their ears pierced. After 6 weeks you're allowed to switch out the earrings but you must wear earrings for 2 years straight in order to prevent the holes from closing. Paula has been dying to get new earrings. She was literally counting down the days when she could switch hers out. For her birthday in March her Aunt Kathy gave her some pretty flower earrings. One day while I wasn't home Todd let her replace them. Everyday since one of those new flower earrings fell out. The back would pop off. Paula would freak and get upset. In fact, I had to give her one of my earring backings because one time her backing fell off at a soccer field. Bye bye backing.
Paula has gobs of money. No lie. I told her if she wanted new earrings she could buy them. I'd take her back to the store she got her ears pierced and she could buy earrings that didn't fall out. She agreed.
Saturday Todd had them all day. They came home with Target bags. Both girls had bought themselves a pack of earrings costing $9.99. There were small round earrings and small flat earrings and huge HOOPS. I'm sorry Todd, but did you not realize that your daughter's are 6 & 8 years old? I rarely wear hoops that large. WTH? I was a bit pissed. First off, for the money they weren't that great, and secondly, they weren't hypo-allergenic or 14kt gold. More than likely the girls will have a reaction. GREAT. He's a man. He has no clue. But why would he go buy them earrings?? You have no idea what they need. They wore him down he said. Whatever. Get a back bone. I do the girly things, you do the boy things.
Paula wants to wear the hoops. Of course you do! Sorry, no can do. Maybe when you're 20 years old. But WHY?!?!?! You're MEAN!!!!!!!.............Whine whine whine. She settles for the smaller earrings. Smart move.
Next comes Shawna. Shawna wants me to remove her earring with tweezers. Huh? She's afraid of it hurting. It will be fine Shawna. Shawna is usually my brave child. I pull the back off. She says I hurt her. How?! I just pulled it off?! She will not let me put an earring back in. Not any kind of earring. All day. Todd tries, I try. Nope. She runs, hides, covers her ears. Great. I explain, Shawna, the hole is going to close. Todd makes light saying she'll just stay a pirate. Excuse me? Do you know I paid $38 for her to get her ears pierced? She's wearing two earrings.
During bath Sunday night they tried to put the original earring back in, but the back of her hole has closed up. It's only been 24 hours! Crap. Finally, I get Todd to hold her still while I delicately put the earring in and push it thru the back. Remember, we're using the piercing earring so the post has a pointy tip. It was definitely closed. She did well, better than we expected actually, but I told her she's not allowed to remove those earrings until she's 8. Eight.
Breathing in and out.
Paula has gobs of money. No lie. I told her if she wanted new earrings she could buy them. I'd take her back to the store she got her ears pierced and she could buy earrings that didn't fall out. She agreed.
Saturday Todd had them all day. They came home with Target bags. Both girls had bought themselves a pack of earrings costing $9.99. There were small round earrings and small flat earrings and huge HOOPS. I'm sorry Todd, but did you not realize that your daughter's are 6 & 8 years old? I rarely wear hoops that large. WTH? I was a bit pissed. First off, for the money they weren't that great, and secondly, they weren't hypo-allergenic or 14kt gold. More than likely the girls will have a reaction. GREAT. He's a man. He has no clue. But why would he go buy them earrings?? You have no idea what they need. They wore him down he said. Whatever. Get a back bone. I do the girly things, you do the boy things.
Paula wants to wear the hoops. Of course you do! Sorry, no can do. Maybe when you're 20 years old. But WHY?!?!?! You're MEAN!!!!!!!.............Whine whine whine. She settles for the smaller earrings. Smart move.
Next comes Shawna. Shawna wants me to remove her earring with tweezers. Huh? She's afraid of it hurting. It will be fine Shawna. Shawna is usually my brave child. I pull the back off. She says I hurt her. How?! I just pulled it off?! She will not let me put an earring back in. Not any kind of earring. All day. Todd tries, I try. Nope. She runs, hides, covers her ears. Great. I explain, Shawna, the hole is going to close. Todd makes light saying she'll just stay a pirate. Excuse me? Do you know I paid $38 for her to get her ears pierced? She's wearing two earrings.
During bath Sunday night they tried to put the original earring back in, but the back of her hole has closed up. It's only been 24 hours! Crap. Finally, I get Todd to hold her still while I delicately put the earring in and push it thru the back. Remember, we're using the piercing earring so the post has a pointy tip. It was definitely closed. She did well, better than we expected actually, but I told her she's not allowed to remove those earrings until she's 8. Eight.
Breathing in and out.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Enough with the pencils already
This week I’ve been on after school duty. My husband has to attend some class all week for lean manufacturing. I’m sure you all care. Normally he’s the one who collects them from school since he gets off work much earlier than I do. He goes into work at the butt crack of dawn.
Yesterday Paula, my 8 year old, had an ortho appointment after school. She has a palate expander to fix a cross bite on her right side. She’s had the retainer since January. I’m SO proud of how responsible she’s been with wearing it, brushing it, keeping it in her case when it’s not in her mouth. Not only that, but her teeth have moved significantly since January. The doctor confirmed that fact yesterday.
I left work early yesterday in order to make the ortho appt at 4:45pm. I only notified my manager 10 minutes prior to leaving, which she didn’t appreciate. I actually considered cancelling the appointment so I wouldn’t have to leave early, but work has been bugging the crap out of me lately so I decided I need to get out of there.
We get to the appointment, sit in tiny crowded waiting area, get invited in to see the doctor, get a thumbs up on Paula’s progress, doctor tightens the expander and we’re told to come back in 8 weeks.
Right after this is when my blood pressure starts to rise. We go over to the counter to make the next appointment. This should be totally easy right? Ha!
Me to Appointment Lady: We need to come back in 8 weeks. Appt lady starts looking on computer calendar.
Shawna immediately heads for the free pencils they have on the counter in a cup. “Mama, can I have one of these pencils? They’re free”.
Me: No, you don’t need anymore pencils. Put it back. We have enough pencils in my house to last a couple years. It’s all the rage in birthday goody bags these days to give pencils.
Me to Appt Lady: Same time same channel as far as the appt goes. Trying to be funny. She did smile.
Appt Lady: Gives look like that’s not really going to be possible. Hmm, I’m not sure I have a Wednesday available. Let me see what I do have.
Shawna: Mama, can I have a sticker?
Appt Lady: I have a Monday available.
Shawna: Mama, can I have a sticker? A container of stickers are also sitting on the counter.
Me to Shawna: No
Me to Appt Lady: A Monday? Okay. I guess that will be okay. What day?
Appt Lady: Monday
Shawna to me: Mommy, the stickers are free. Can I have one?
Me to Shawna: Fine. Take a sticker. Geezez Christ child. Can’t you see I’m busy!?
I’m looking in my date book in May waiting for Appt Lady to give me the date.
Me to Appt lady: What day?
Appt Lady: Monday
No shit Sherlock!
Me to Appt Lady: In May? Trying to maintain niceness but really want to smack Appt Lady.
Appt Lady looks apologetic now. June. June 1st.
Shawna: Why can’t I have a pencil? They’re free”
Me: NO! I said what I said. Totally irritated at this point. Go into the waiting room. Both of you.
Me to Appt Lady: That’s fine. I scribble it in my calendar. Shoot, they're actually off school that day for 'Festival Recovery Day'. I start wondering who is going to stay home to watch the girls that day. Crap.
Appt Lady: Would you like an appointment card?
Me: Yes. Let me just get the hell out of here.
Yesterday Paula, my 8 year old, had an ortho appointment after school. She has a palate expander to fix a cross bite on her right side. She’s had the retainer since January. I’m SO proud of how responsible she’s been with wearing it, brushing it, keeping it in her case when it’s not in her mouth. Not only that, but her teeth have moved significantly since January. The doctor confirmed that fact yesterday.
I left work early yesterday in order to make the ortho appt at 4:45pm. I only notified my manager 10 minutes prior to leaving, which she didn’t appreciate. I actually considered cancelling the appointment so I wouldn’t have to leave early, but work has been bugging the crap out of me lately so I decided I need to get out of there.
We get to the appointment, sit in tiny crowded waiting area, get invited in to see the doctor, get a thumbs up on Paula’s progress, doctor tightens the expander and we’re told to come back in 8 weeks.
Right after this is when my blood pressure starts to rise. We go over to the counter to make the next appointment. This should be totally easy right? Ha!
Me to Appointment Lady: We need to come back in 8 weeks. Appt lady starts looking on computer calendar.
Shawna immediately heads for the free pencils they have on the counter in a cup. “Mama, can I have one of these pencils? They’re free”.
Me: No, you don’t need anymore pencils. Put it back. We have enough pencils in my house to last a couple years. It’s all the rage in birthday goody bags these days to give pencils.
Me to Appt Lady: Same time same channel as far as the appt goes. Trying to be funny. She did smile.
Appt Lady: Gives look like that’s not really going to be possible. Hmm, I’m not sure I have a Wednesday available. Let me see what I do have.
Shawna: Mama, can I have a sticker?
Appt Lady: I have a Monday available.
Shawna: Mama, can I have a sticker? A container of stickers are also sitting on the counter.
Me to Shawna: No
Me to Appt Lady: A Monday? Okay. I guess that will be okay. What day?
Appt Lady: Monday
Shawna to me: Mommy, the stickers are free. Can I have one?
Me to Shawna: Fine. Take a sticker. Geezez Christ child. Can’t you see I’m busy!?
I’m looking in my date book in May waiting for Appt Lady to give me the date.
Me to Appt lady: What day?
Appt Lady: Monday
No shit Sherlock!
Me to Appt Lady: In May? Trying to maintain niceness but really want to smack Appt Lady.
Appt Lady looks apologetic now. June. June 1st.
Shawna: Why can’t I have a pencil? They’re free”
Me: NO! I said what I said. Totally irritated at this point. Go into the waiting room. Both of you.
Me to Appt Lady: That’s fine. I scribble it in my calendar. Shoot, they're actually off school that day for 'Festival Recovery Day'. I start wondering who is going to stay home to watch the girls that day. Crap.
Appt Lady: Would you like an appointment card?
Me: Yes. Let me just get the hell out of here.
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