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This. Fucking. Week. — Part One

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The week of September 23, at least.  THAT. Fucking. Week.  Maybe by the time I post this all of my injuries, physical and emotional, will be healed.  Not likely, but maybe.  The week started out with so much hope and potential—Robin’s TENTH birthday was Thursday, but Monday was also an incredibly significant and exciting day:  The Mr. moved into his new office space! 

He’s been self employed for two years now and overall it has been wonderful.  One of our biggest family issues was his overwork and absence so just being present in the home made a huge positive difference.  It absolutely eliminated some problems while simultaneously introducing new problems because that’s literally how life works.  Now, working at home wasn’t some magic bullet that made our family happily ever after, but it improved the quality of our lives exponentially.  Businesses can only grow and thrive so much out of a home office; happily, he’s outgrown being at home full time and has officially leased a great little office in conjunction with another established professional.

While all that was cause for celebration, Monday was going be my ‘get-shit-together’ day:  clean up the classroom, run birthday errands, clean the house up, etc.  Also on my schedule was making our dinner for equinox (as opposed to giving in to my inherent lazy desires and ordering take out) and baking some cakes in preparation for the Big Ten birthday on Thursday.  By 10 AM, I had a text from the Mr. asking me to pick up some things for him from Home Depot which was actually a welcome distraction and an option for the kids and me to see the office for the first time.

Well, that errand turned into a FIVE HOUR ORDEAL.  No, I wasn’t being cattle-prodded or anything like that, but…I have this condition that makes it damn near impossible for me to stop helping others right in the middle of a project.  Especially if it gives me an excuse to procrastinate on my own overwhelming mountain of a task list.  I hate this aspect of myself and if I don’t keep in in check it makes me a resentful garbage pile which is only exacerbated by the fact that I am volunteering.   Here’s how this part of the day went down:

  • go to Home Depot for a power strip and surge protector
  • Home Depot does not have the requested surge protector (as recommended by our IT guy). Drive a quarter of the way to his office when he finally gets back to me and tells me it’s at Lowes.
  • Turn around, go to Lowes.  In the aisle literally labeled SURGE PROTECTORS there are none of that brand or even that style.  Ask an employee if there are surge protectors anywhere in the store other than the surge protector aisle.  NO.
  • go to the office.  Yay new office!  Further research mythological surge protector and find out it’s in aisle 15, not in aisle 6 labeled SURGE PROTECTORS.  Make extensive list of additional needs from Lowes and set out again.
  • back at Lowes, aisle 15 is full of plastic storage containers and trash cans which is great because I needed a trash can but still no elusive surge protector.  Find help; turns out surge protectors are in the TV accessories aisle, aisle 11.
  • one small mortgage payment later, return to the Mr.’s office to lay on the floor to help with electronics installation.  It’s hot and stuffy because the doors are closed.  The doors are closed because the office mates have a gentle giant bulldog mix that wanted to be under the desk with me and I am not into that.
  • a fan and lunch are desperately needed.  Went home to start laundry, start dinner, take fan from bedroom instead of buying one as that would take too long.  Pick up lunch and deliver food and a fan; eat and go home by three-ish.

Phew!  What a day!

So, finally at home and have just enough time to wash Josh’s TKD uniform and gear and make equinox dinner.  No big deal.  I have about two hours.  I got this, I thought, which is an incredibly stupid thought.  I got nothing.  I have never in the history of ever gotten anything so maybe I was having heat stroke or low blood sugar or an out of body experience.

Things could have been gotten…except that there was a load of clothes in the washer that needed to be re-washed.  We have a new fancy washing machine (our old workhorse died after 17 years!) and it’s extremely efficient in spinning the clothes and basically pre-drying them before putting them in the dryer.  This is wonderful except when I don’t swap clothes out immediately and it gets The Smell.  You know what I mean.  Clean, yes, but with that low undertone of mildew.  The Smell of one minute too long of a delay and The Smell of wasted water, energy, and most importantly, time.  The Smell.

So a load takes about an hour to wash, about 40 minutes to dry (thanks to that super extreme spin cycle).  As I walked back into the kitchen, I realized I needed to put a bottle of mead into the fridge if I wanted to have it with dinner.  I pulled out a bottle from a low cabinet and immediately slow-motion-dropped it on my foot.

I dropped a full wine bottle approximately three and a half feet onto the bones of my left foot.  Specifically, the first long bone connecting to my big toe, a.k.a.: first metatarsal.  My scream brought a crowd of concerned children while also scattering a variety of indoor and outdoor animals.  I refused to take off my sock to inspect my injury because compression stocks are too much of a pain to take off and put on so I substituted cussing and hobbling around while I prepared the pork roast.

It was then that I realized the pork that I was preparing was rancid because of course it was.

Another trip to Kroger, a clean uniform fresh out of the dryer 30 minutes before the start of class, and the day from hell ended with many things accomplished but so many MORE things unfinished.  I did not fully inspect my foot until after dinner for a few reasons, all of which were fairly childish.  Basically, it boiled down to the idea that I didn’t have time for that shit and if I could walk I could ignore it for just a little while more.  A glass of mead and a thousand ibuprofen afterwards, I finally peeled off my sock.  I determined that the bone wasn’t broken as I could still move my toes without blacking out but could have a hairline crack or something.  Walking wasn’t terrible, but stairs were total bullshit.  Shoes were borderline intolerable but obviously I was wearing shoes and running around like a crazy person for the entire week.  As of today (Saturday the 28th) the knot is smaller but still there and I’m subjected to a constant sharp/burning pain and even I’m tired of my own complaints.  7:30 AM found me rubbing Tiger Balm on the spot and then groggily wiping MY FUCKING EYES so sufficed to say I am, if anything, consistent.

And that was only day one of that week.  Ugh.

Thinking about things

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Man, what a month. I had a birthday and didn’t act like a whiny bitch.  I KNOW, RIGHT?  I am now 38 years old and am determined to…well, not act my age or anything, but maybe hide my immaturity a bit better.  Yeah…

I’m trying to think about this blog going forward.  The PB thing really took the wind out of my sails, so to speak.  I know it’s not ‘ruined’ but it sure feels that way. I really want to restore all the pictures and bring it back to its former glory.  Don’t laugh.  I am even thinking about switching to WordPress pro because it’s pretty darn neat.  I use it for my actual work website and blog and it’s snazzy.  I find it difficult to rationalize the expense, and I can generally rationalize most things I want to spend money on. I don’t want to quit, but I just wonder if it needs a face lift. Start a new blog or just draw a line in the sand and say I’m starting over right here?

There is always something more I want to say, one more thing to joke or whine about.  I’m feeling spread thin, between teaching, working on the social media for the business and blogging for the business which gives me more stress than I like. Mostly because I have a lot of research to do before I can blog somewhat intelligently on topics that I am unfamiliar with just to get a good framework and draft set up before the rest of the technical stuff is added.  We have a full client schedule now, and the Mr. is nice and busy which is encouraging.  Everyday I take a moment to be thankful for the life we have now, and secretly hope that nothing changes from this exact moment in time though I know that’s not realistic in the slightest. That’s not how it works.

I’m doing a terrible ob, by the way. At everything, mostly. Dishes are never done enough, laundry is never done enough, school is never thorough enough, social media presence is for shit, blah, blah, blah. I find myself inordinately excited when I remember to pack ice water for taekwondo or if I remember to practice violin enough. I need to get back on my diet.  I figure as of right now, I have two months before I screw it up with Robin’s birthday. And for all of this, I’m still grateful and happy. Is this what comes with age? Figuring out that things are good, or at least, will be?

It’s late a shit, and I’m obviously not being an adult by playing around on the computer at 0230. I will sleep and I will wake up on time and diet and do dishes and teach and go grocery shopping and go to the library and go to taekwondo and practice violin and clean out the litter box and blog and for fun and profit.

On being productive

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I am not the type of person that is  self-regimented into being productive each day.  I’d like to blame it on being bipolar II, but I am also lazy and generally unmotivated.  Thankfully, with medicine, I am suspiciously normal.  I still have my lethargic/manic swings but with the miracle of modern science I am very much less so.  On the other hand, medicine can only do so much. Some days are harder than others and that’s frustrating.  But, I’m going off on a tangent.

This weekend, the Mr. and the kids went to Grandma’s and I got some time to myself.  Usually, I eat a lot of junk food, watch tv, play on the computer, and mostly do a lot of nothing.  This weekend was different though.  I was actually productive:

-cleaned my disgusting microwave

-cleaned the disgusting toaster

-cleaned the disgusting double ovens

-cleaned the entire kitchen counter so that I could spray for disgusting bugs

-wrote two business blog posts but they weren’t disgusting

You can see inside and everything!

I am just as surprised as you.  I’m hoping not to have to do any cooking until Thanksgiving.  That seems reasonable.

I get a lot done when I’m home alone for a weekend but I don’t sleep well.  I enjoy the quiet and the ability to focus on what I’m doing with no distractions, but there’s also a bit of a creep factor being in the house alone.  Quite possibly because I read and watch too much horror.  And I’ve never liked sleeping alone.  The cats didn’t even want to lay on the bed–they took the empty house as opportunity to have the Semi-Quarterly Crazy Run.

Not related to this story, but Jake looks like an oil painting.

Regarding the creep factor, I’ve called the police twice over the years regarding concerns while I was home alone.  My house isn’t haunted by any means, but once in a while you will hear things that you shouldn’t.  And random weirdness happens–one day, about 15 minutes after the Mr. had left for a meeting, this car pulled into my driveway…and just sat there.

MIB

I didn’t see the car pull in so I was confused.  I was standing at the window when I took the picture, and opened the door and stood on the front steps trying to see if anyone was in the car.  I wanted to go and yell at them to get out of my driveway and then I remembered I don’t like getting murdered.  The windows were so tinted I couldn’t see into the car so when it just pulled out of the driveway and sped off it really freaked me out. Always an adventure.

I totally forgot to post about Father’s Day! I decided that we’d pay for an Ancestry DNA test because it was on sale and also because the Mr. has been wanting to do this for years.  Who knows how long it will take to get the results, though.  I’ve never been really interested in a DNA test because I didn’t think it would bring up anything interesting.  Asian mutt is what I figure it will be, but honestly, after watching this video it made me a bit more interested.  Skip to 6:28 for Eugene’s results:

The DNA test led into teaching the kids the basics about DNA.  How the traits you can see physically come from your parents, why my dark hair, dark eyed children might have blonde hair, blue eyed children and how portions of our DNA is in every living thing on the planet.  I need to quiz them though, to see if they retained anything.  It wasn’t terribly in depth, but it plants that seed for later discussion.

School is still going pretty well.  Robin is completely adverse to the idea of homework so when it comes time to do any independent work she immediately turns into a puddle of nothing.  You know it’s bad when big brother is warning her about her time management.  Our schedule is pretty good now, and I’m really enjoying the freedom to switch up our plans at whim while still having a decent structure.  Extra curricular activities are keeping us busy, plus the library has been doing some workshops on engineering (Earthquakes and Engineering and Castles and Catapults). Scheduled violin practice at home every day for Robin and sparring practice at the park with Josh on Friday mornings.  Wednesday or Thursday we try to do a few hours at the library for a change of scenery and to give the Mr. some alone time to focus.  Busy is good.  Add to that the regular Mom stuff.  And now add to that social media management and blogging for the business.   I’m trying to write enough content to be able to schedule and plan my posts but seriously, UGH.

The internet is fine, though.

There’s so much more to catch up on!  I could go on and on, but I’m tired but I need to play CivIV.  NEED.  zzzZZZneeeedzzzzz