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What the HELL?!
Feb. 8th, 2007 10:37 pmOk, TODAY I feel overwhelmed and freaked out. I don't even want to write about it because I feel like half the people reading will say some bs about being relieved because I never seem overwhelmed - I actually get people exclaiming "Thank God!" when I act frustrated or overwhelmed, which is the last thing someone in that position wants to hear - and the other half will be like, haha, take that supermom, you dug your own grave!
I've just felt all day today like I'm at some massive intersection with 10 different cross-streets and I have to go down all of them at the same time.
I've slept horribly two nights in a row and had to get up earlier than I wanted to today, to rush breakfast and getting dressed of everyone so we could make it to Library Storytime, which they'd been promised and I'd told Kristin we'd be at.
Jake was a pain after it was over, trying over and over and over to run away and out the doors, and stretching and screeching when I held him, until I gave up and we left mid-conversation.
Grant was missing work to let me go to the chiropractor, and the chiro had a (very uncommon) line today. What normally takes 30 minutes tops was an hour+ deal. It felt awesome, though, and really really helped me - hopefully I'll be able to get comfortable and go to sleep tonight. It was impossibly hard to not fall asleep nursing Jake down for his nap, but I couldn't let myself because...
I was scheduled to go take a test this afternoon, for my Human Sexuality class. Unfortunately mid last-minute cramming session, it occured to me that this guy requires a picture ID to come take a test for his Independant Studies students, and mine still says the wrong last name. I got my SS card changed months ago (we got married almost a YEAR ago) because I needed an accurate one to register for school, but there hasn't been any reason to change my ID and the one time I went to do it, the DMV was closed and it just fell by the wayside. I called my teacher and rescheduled, and after both babies were sleeping and Grant was here working from home, I took the big kids to the DMV, where Aaron started going crazily SID out of control. I had to somehow scold/distract/beg/whatever him at least 2 dozen times in the last 10 minutes we were there.
And then I went to the grocery store with them on the way home and he was like that the whole time, and in the van, and the self-checkout malfunctioned and the manager wouldn't come over and and and.
Once everyone and the groceries and my ID were home, the babies were up, and I passed out a lot of food and called Wilma, my PATH co-leader, who I still can't reach after two weeks MIA, and left a message for Nancy Wainer, who's here in Florida now and I'm supposed to meet with, and then looked around at my house and despaired. What a crazy ass trash pile of mess and filth. My sister called just then asking if she could bring Brian over for awhile, and I said sure and designated clean up areas for each of the 3 biggest kids, while clearing the living room carpet and vaccuming it myself. When she got here, I was just starting on massive piles of laundry Grant had dumped (literally) on my head. Isn't he hilarious.
It was nice to talk to her, but surreal in a "Can I really hold my eyelids up?" way. Brian is still adorable, and my kids still adore him. They were sensing my weakness and infused with a burst of company, though, because they were CRAZY the whole time she was here. Isaac and Jake running up and down the hallway laughing and shrieking while Ananda and Aaron tumbled around on the couch wrestling, or Isaac laughing hysterically at nothing while Aaron banged on things, Jake pushed his (loud as all get out on the tile) cart around at top speed and Annie climbed in and out of my lap as if she doesn't weight 60 pounds. Very much the circus I normally pride myself on my house full of kids not really feeling like. I got 4 loads of clothes, towels and bedding put away, and it is only a drop in the bucket. My dining room is still filthy and counters overflowing, and we had Taco Bell for dinner at NINE. All I wanted to do from afternoon on today is work on crafts I'm excited about, but instead my spare moments have been filled with sitting down to have Annie or Aaron read to me, and continuing to debate dumb crap with people who can't seem to hear anything I say as anything but a personal attack, in booju. The kids are currently waiting for Grant to come tell them a story in their beds, because I will simply DIE if I have to read them a chapter of anything tonight.
We finished Ramona the Brave last night - it actually only took us a week. They *loved it* and want all the Ramona books now. Isaac even paid attention most nights, which was a first. That was a hiatus from Harry Potter, and now we're due to start HP2. It will wait until tomorrow, I imagine.
It's going to be a relief tomorrow to have Grant gone with the van up in Miami all day, just because it will mean we can't possibly go anywhere. It's...VERY ATYPICAL, for me to say something like that. But damn, enough is enough.
I've just felt all day today like I'm at some massive intersection with 10 different cross-streets and I have to go down all of them at the same time.
I've slept horribly two nights in a row and had to get up earlier than I wanted to today, to rush breakfast and getting dressed of everyone so we could make it to Library Storytime, which they'd been promised and I'd told Kristin we'd be at.
Jake was a pain after it was over, trying over and over and over to run away and out the doors, and stretching and screeching when I held him, until I gave up and we left mid-conversation.
Grant was missing work to let me go to the chiropractor, and the chiro had a (very uncommon) line today. What normally takes 30 minutes tops was an hour+ deal. It felt awesome, though, and really really helped me - hopefully I'll be able to get comfortable and go to sleep tonight. It was impossibly hard to not fall asleep nursing Jake down for his nap, but I couldn't let myself because...
I was scheduled to go take a test this afternoon, for my Human Sexuality class. Unfortunately mid last-minute cramming session, it occured to me that this guy requires a picture ID to come take a test for his Independant Studies students, and mine still says the wrong last name. I got my SS card changed months ago (we got married almost a YEAR ago) because I needed an accurate one to register for school, but there hasn't been any reason to change my ID and the one time I went to do it, the DMV was closed and it just fell by the wayside. I called my teacher and rescheduled, and after both babies were sleeping and Grant was here working from home, I took the big kids to the DMV, where Aaron started going crazily SID out of control. I had to somehow scold/distract/beg/whatever him at least 2 dozen times in the last 10 minutes we were there.
And then I went to the grocery store with them on the way home and he was like that the whole time, and in the van, and the self-checkout malfunctioned and the manager wouldn't come over and and and.
Once everyone and the groceries and my ID were home, the babies were up, and I passed out a lot of food and called Wilma, my PATH co-leader, who I still can't reach after two weeks MIA, and left a message for Nancy Wainer, who's here in Florida now and I'm supposed to meet with, and then looked around at my house and despaired. What a crazy ass trash pile of mess and filth. My sister called just then asking if she could bring Brian over for awhile, and I said sure and designated clean up areas for each of the 3 biggest kids, while clearing the living room carpet and vaccuming it myself. When she got here, I was just starting on massive piles of laundry Grant had dumped (literally) on my head. Isn't he hilarious.
It was nice to talk to her, but surreal in a "Can I really hold my eyelids up?" way. Brian is still adorable, and my kids still adore him. They were sensing my weakness and infused with a burst of company, though, because they were CRAZY the whole time she was here. Isaac and Jake running up and down the hallway laughing and shrieking while Ananda and Aaron tumbled around on the couch wrestling, or Isaac laughing hysterically at nothing while Aaron banged on things, Jake pushed his (loud as all get out on the tile) cart around at top speed and Annie climbed in and out of my lap as if she doesn't weight 60 pounds. Very much the circus I normally pride myself on my house full of kids not really feeling like. I got 4 loads of clothes, towels and bedding put away, and it is only a drop in the bucket. My dining room is still filthy and counters overflowing, and we had Taco Bell for dinner at NINE. All I wanted to do from afternoon on today is work on crafts I'm excited about, but instead my spare moments have been filled with sitting down to have Annie or Aaron read to me, and continuing to debate dumb crap with people who can't seem to hear anything I say as anything but a personal attack, in booju. The kids are currently waiting for Grant to come tell them a story in their beds, because I will simply DIE if I have to read them a chapter of anything tonight.
We finished Ramona the Brave last night - it actually only took us a week. They *loved it* and want all the Ramona books now. Isaac even paid attention most nights, which was a first. That was a hiatus from Harry Potter, and now we're due to start HP2. It will wait until tomorrow, I imagine.
It's going to be a relief tomorrow to have Grant gone with the van up in Miami all day, just because it will mean we can't possibly go anywhere. It's...VERY ATYPICAL, for me to say something like that. But damn, enough is enough.
