Since today was supposed to be Pajama Day at preschool, it seems only fitting that both of my little girls each wore no less than three separate pair of pajamas throughout the day. Although, poor Annie didn't even get to attend Pajama Day due to being a gross ever-flowing faucet of snot.
Yesterday morning Annie woke up around 7:30, found me in my room folding clothes, and curled up on my lap and conked out again until 9:30AM (I had laid her back down at some point). This is so far from normal sleeping behavior from my child that I wasn't too surprised when I felt her forehead that morning and found her burning up. But, of course, once she got up and going, she was fine and I was the bad guy all day for not letting her go to a friend's house. Fortunately though, her and Ellie both seemed relatively fine all day, except for some gross gunky noses. Then this morning when Annie woke up, she was still oozing green snot, and I informed her she was too sick to attend her preschool's Pajama Day. She seemed cool with that, changing into her 'favorite' pair anyway, and telling me we would "just have preschool at home today." Ellie, on the other hand, seemed to have taken a bit of a turn for the worst, as her nose was running more profusely than the day before, she seemed more tired, and her eyes were watering and red. After breakfast (where she'd slimed her pajamas with snot and applesauce) I ended up just changing her into another pair of pajamas. Which she later threw up in and was changed yet again. Into a third pair of pajamas. I had a meeting tonight, and my wonderful husband got the girls down for bed solo tonight; but after I got home, as I stared at the pizza covered pajamas both girls had been wearing when I left that were tossed on top of a pile of dirty clothes, I was hit with the thought, "So this is why I do so much laundry . . . "
(And that was before I even remembered the sheets, blankets, doll and pillow that had to be washed on 'Sanitize' mode after Ellie threw up on them during her nap.)
(Oh, and Kirstin, props to you for remembering the zoo's old 'wax figure generating machines'! I had totally forgotten about those! It's now bringing a flood of zoo memories to me . . . specifically that whole 'things that have been pulled out of the hippo's water' display that had one of those wax camels in it!)
Showing posts with label Housework. Show all posts
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Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Monday, October 5, 2009
Biggest Loser Update
Weigh-in isn't until Wednesday, but I'm already dreading it.
Until this weekend, I was feeling pretty good about things. I was even down almost another pound in only three days. Then it was Conference weekend. Which in my awesome families means lots of good food. Including, but not limited to, amazing garlic bread from Costco, root beer floats, birthday cake, absolutely horrifyingly-bad-for-you-but-so-tasty breakfasts, and more ice cream later on that day accompanying late night card games.
Add to that Ellie is still in a phase we have aptly named: Crazy. (Mixed with a side of Refusing to Sleep). Annie is three, therefore being obstinate. And a wrecking crew came today and poked holes in my ceilings, ripped out carpet pad and demolished my kitchen floor. And I now feel like I'm living inside a hurricane, what with all the fans and dehumidifiers running loudly throughout my house. I have to keep reminding myself not to shout into the phone when I'm having conversations with people not actually inside the wind tunnel. I'm trying to keep my children confined to parts of the house that are not being sucked and blown dry by large expensive equipment, or where floors are not torn up and exposing tack strips and bare, wet wood. They're getting a bit pissed about this. And bored. Did I mention our playroom is one of the rooms most affected?
I'm a tad stressed (although still focusing on the new kitchen floor I'll get out of this whole deal . . . and not the $500 deductible I'm trying hard to forget writing the check for earlier today). And I self medicate with M&Ms. This will not be a good weigh-in this week.
Until this weekend, I was feeling pretty good about things. I was even down almost another pound in only three days. Then it was Conference weekend. Which in my awesome families means lots of good food. Including, but not limited to, amazing garlic bread from Costco, root beer floats, birthday cake, absolutely horrifyingly-bad-for-you-but-so-tasty breakfasts, and more ice cream later on that day accompanying late night card games.
Add to that Ellie is still in a phase we have aptly named: Crazy. (Mixed with a side of Refusing to Sleep). Annie is three, therefore being obstinate. And a wrecking crew came today and poked holes in my ceilings, ripped out carpet pad and demolished my kitchen floor. And I now feel like I'm living inside a hurricane, what with all the fans and dehumidifiers running loudly throughout my house. I have to keep reminding myself not to shout into the phone when I'm having conversations with people not actually inside the wind tunnel. I'm trying to keep my children confined to parts of the house that are not being sucked and blown dry by large expensive equipment, or where floors are not torn up and exposing tack strips and bare, wet wood. They're getting a bit pissed about this. And bored. Did I mention our playroom is one of the rooms most affected?
I'm a tad stressed (although still focusing on the new kitchen floor I'll get out of this whole deal . . . and not the $500 deductible I'm trying hard to forget writing the check for earlier today). And I self medicate with M&Ms. This will not be a good weigh-in this week.
Construction Zone
So, my flood zone of a house is starting the long road to recovery. My kitchen floor is half ripped up, carpets pads ripped out downstairs, and high powered fans going blasting my house.
This is gonna be a pain in the butt to get back together, isn't it? On the plus side, I get to pick out new kitchen flooring! (Although, I liked my kitchen floor, and it was only a few years old, so it was one of the last places I would have redone in our house. But I'm trying to find the bright side here.)
The hardest part: the bored kiddos. They can't play downstairs in the playroom, and I have to keep an eye out everywhere else they normally play 'cause there is expensive humidity control equipment and fans going throughout our house. And I can't seem to talk them into just hanging out in my room all day.
This is gonna be a pain in the butt to get back together, isn't it? On the plus side, I get to pick out new kitchen flooring! (Although, I liked my kitchen floor, and it was only a few years old, so it was one of the last places I would have redone in our house. But I'm trying to find the bright side here.)
The hardest part: the bored kiddos. They can't play downstairs in the playroom, and I have to keep an eye out everywhere else they normally play 'cause there is expensive humidity control equipment and fans going throughout our house. And I can't seem to talk them into just hanging out in my room all day.
Shrimpy McBaby & The (Unrelated) Bad Day
So, our day was a lot of fun. We always spend General Conference Sunday morning at Greg's parents house where an amazing breakfast is prepared and enjoyed, then we watch the first session of the day together. The kids are more entertained than they are at our own home, what with Grandparents and a variety of not-our-everyday toys. So, I actually get to listen to the speakers more than when we're home by ourselves with the crazy kids for Saturday's sessions.
Then we head to my Aunt Judy & Uncle Jerry's house, where we have a BBQ followed by a birthday celebration for my cousin Makayla. (Happy 21st Birthday Kayla!) Then we (attempt) to watch the second session as a large extended family (while eating cake), but usually end up needing to rewatch it on DVR later that evening.
These are tried and true family traditions, and I love them. I'm lucky to have so much family so close by to go and visit.
That was all great. But then we got home.
Only to find that several of our basement walls are seeping water, and the whole place smells like mildew, the carpets are drenched in two rooms, and we don't know when the leaking even started (we have since found the culprit though -- stupid ice maker hose sprang a leak, apparently sometime this week, and has been shooting water down through the wall into our basement ever since.) With our busy weekend, we haven't been downstairs in days, so didn't notice the problem 'til it had become a bit out of hand. We now have ceilings in two rooms, walls, molding, as well as a door frame, that need to be repaired (have I ever told y'all how much I hate painting. Sigh.) And we don't know what the damage is to the floor. My Dad and Greg took the wet vacs to it, then ripped it up and got fans on it, but we won't know what the full extent is 'til the insurance company comes and takes a look. When we get to find out how much this'll cost us, and debate amongst ourselves whether it's worth it to file a claim. And start figuring out where we want to pull money from. As Greg put it, "This is definitely the downside of homeownership."
I was so frustrated, and so upset by our torn apart basement that I was near tears and, honestly, starting to feel a little too much self-pity. I started to think about what a crappy month I'd had all the while trying to calculate the cost of sheetrock, and I have to admit, I was feeling a little sorry for myself. Earlier fun, enlightening, amusing, profound and touching moments from the day were weighed down by the dripping, stinky carpets pads in the basement. My basement is ripped apart and unusable for the kids. And my whole house kinda reeks now that we've put all the fans my parents own on full blast in our basement, circulating the rank air. I also had two fussy kids, apparently very miffed by their parents ignoring them while we hurridely tried to move everything out of the spare bedroom in the basement to the corner where it wouldn't get ruined. Meaning they were getting pissed and loudly letting us know. I was getting really emotionaly worked up.
Then, I decided to snap out of it. Seriously. It's just some water. Right now some smelly, costly water, but just water nonetheless. Nobody was hurt, not that much damage had been done, and our lives haven't really been affected. It's all repairable. The rest of our house, the parts we use the most, are perfectly livable.
So what, it was a bad day. But really, only the last couple hours of it. I'd had a great time for the majority of the day, and that should count for something. And most importantly, my family is healthy, happy and together. And at least we have a home. A mildly stinky one right now, but a home nonetheless. Sure, this'll be an unexpected and unwanted additional expense, but we are blessed with the means to scrap together the money and take care of it without it being a major financial disaster in our lives.
On the bright side, this is totally gonna force me to clean out that basement spare bedroom. And our carpets will get cleaned. Hey, we may even get new carpet out of this. While quickly chucking boxes into the corner of the room, away from the spreading wet puddle, I found a case of wipes down there! That's worth like fifteen bucks!
See, things aren't really that bad. :-)
And this all reminded me (in a roundabout way), that Ellie is freakishly teeny tiny. See, the spare bedroom houses all the totes full of 'clothing my children don't currently wear'. Which, is something I've been meaning to get downstairs and check out (would've been nice if I'd done this a few days ago when I'd been thinking about it, I may have caught the leak before it had done so much damage. Procrastination - 1, Hilary - 0.) Anyway, we don't have much that fits Ellie and is appropriate for the sudden and freakish cold weather. So today I dragged out some warmer clothes and sweaters that'll fit her from our flooded room. From the SIX TO NINE MONTH tote I put away LAST YEAR. That's right, my nearly 17 month old is wearing the same winter clothes she wore last year. The same stuff she started wearing at six months old. Most of them fit her really well, which isn't too surprising, as she is barely tipping the scales at 19 lbs, and most 6-9 month stuff is for up to 20 or 21 pounds. (She wore a 3-6 month dress to Church last Sunday . . . it still fits her so cute!) This shouldn't be too odd to me, as Annie totally wore the same stuff for a whole year at this age too, but it's still just weird to get out baby clothes I packed away last year for the same baby!
Ellie riding the tricycle, Annie cheesing it up in the background trying to get into the picture. I have no idea where this kid gets that from :-)
My girls dancing and singing together:
Then we head to my Aunt Judy & Uncle Jerry's house, where we have a BBQ followed by a birthday celebration for my cousin Makayla. (Happy 21st Birthday Kayla!) Then we (attempt) to watch the second session as a large extended family (while eating cake), but usually end up needing to rewatch it on DVR later that evening.
These are tried and true family traditions, and I love them. I'm lucky to have so much family so close by to go and visit.
That was all great. But then we got home.
Only to find that several of our basement walls are seeping water, and the whole place smells like mildew, the carpets are drenched in two rooms, and we don't know when the leaking even started (we have since found the culprit though -- stupid ice maker hose sprang a leak, apparently sometime this week, and has been shooting water down through the wall into our basement ever since.) With our busy weekend, we haven't been downstairs in days, so didn't notice the problem 'til it had become a bit out of hand. We now have ceilings in two rooms, walls, molding, as well as a door frame, that need to be repaired (have I ever told y'all how much I hate painting. Sigh.) And we don't know what the damage is to the floor. My Dad and Greg took the wet vacs to it, then ripped it up and got fans on it, but we won't know what the full extent is 'til the insurance company comes and takes a look. When we get to find out how much this'll cost us, and debate amongst ourselves whether it's worth it to file a claim. And start figuring out where we want to pull money from. As Greg put it, "This is definitely the downside of homeownership."
I was so frustrated, and so upset by our torn apart basement that I was near tears and, honestly, starting to feel a little too much self-pity. I started to think about what a crappy month I'd had all the while trying to calculate the cost of sheetrock, and I have to admit, I was feeling a little sorry for myself. Earlier fun, enlightening, amusing, profound and touching moments from the day were weighed down by the dripping, stinky carpets pads in the basement. My basement is ripped apart and unusable for the kids. And my whole house kinda reeks now that we've put all the fans my parents own on full blast in our basement, circulating the rank air. I also had two fussy kids, apparently very miffed by their parents ignoring them while we hurridely tried to move everything out of the spare bedroom in the basement to the corner where it wouldn't get ruined. Meaning they were getting pissed and loudly letting us know. I was getting really emotionaly worked up.
Then, I decided to snap out of it. Seriously. It's just some water. Right now some smelly, costly water, but just water nonetheless. Nobody was hurt, not that much damage had been done, and our lives haven't really been affected. It's all repairable. The rest of our house, the parts we use the most, are perfectly livable.
So what, it was a bad day. But really, only the last couple hours of it. I'd had a great time for the majority of the day, and that should count for something. And most importantly, my family is healthy, happy and together. And at least we have a home. A mildly stinky one right now, but a home nonetheless. Sure, this'll be an unexpected and unwanted additional expense, but we are blessed with the means to scrap together the money and take care of it without it being a major financial disaster in our lives.
On the bright side, this is totally gonna force me to clean out that basement spare bedroom. And our carpets will get cleaned. Hey, we may even get new carpet out of this. While quickly chucking boxes into the corner of the room, away from the spreading wet puddle, I found a case of wipes down there! That's worth like fifteen bucks!
See, things aren't really that bad. :-)
And this all reminded me (in a roundabout way), that Ellie is freakishly teeny tiny. See, the spare bedroom houses all the totes full of 'clothing my children don't currently wear'. Which, is something I've been meaning to get downstairs and check out (would've been nice if I'd done this a few days ago when I'd been thinking about it, I may have caught the leak before it had done so much damage. Procrastination - 1, Hilary - 0.) Anyway, we don't have much that fits Ellie and is appropriate for the sudden and freakish cold weather. So today I dragged out some warmer clothes and sweaters that'll fit her from our flooded room. From the SIX TO NINE MONTH tote I put away LAST YEAR. That's right, my nearly 17 month old is wearing the same winter clothes she wore last year. The same stuff she started wearing at six months old. Most of them fit her really well, which isn't too surprising, as she is barely tipping the scales at 19 lbs, and most 6-9 month stuff is for up to 20 or 21 pounds. (She wore a 3-6 month dress to Church last Sunday . . . it still fits her so cute!) This shouldn't be too odd to me, as Annie totally wore the same stuff for a whole year at this age too, but it's still just weird to get out baby clothes I packed away last year for the same baby!
Later, right before bed, both kids decided to be freakishly cute. As if just willing me to forget all my troubles and just bask in the adorableness of my children. Not too much in life can't be wrong when you have a one year old propelling herself around the room on a tricycle way too big for her, all while wearing no pants:
Annie showing off her mad scootering skills:
She's such a little scooter dare devil :-)
Annie showing off her mad scootering skills:
She's such a little scooter dare devil :-)
Ellie riding the tricycle, Annie cheesing it up in the background trying to get into the picture. I have no idea where this kid gets that from :-)
My girls dancing and singing together:Thursday, June 25, 2009
Airing Dirty Laundry
So, I have a confession.
This morning I started the same batch of wash for the third time.
It's not that my beloved LG washer isn't getting them clean, it's just that by the time I've actually remembered that I have wet clothes in there, our 75 degree house has the laundry smelling a little too mildew-y for my taste. So, I run them on another 'quick' cycle. Rinse and repeat.
This time I set an alarm on my phone, so I wouldn't forget to actually change them in a timely fashion (i.e. non-fungus-growing-amount-of-time fashion.)
I'm proudly announcing that the thrice-washed laundry is now being tossed to and fro in our dryer. About time.
Annie, 'helping me' get the laundry done, commented upon the clothes go for a spin in the dryer, "Hey Mom, do you think the clothes are having fun in the dryer?"
"Oh yeah, sure, I think so," I responded.
"Not me. I think they're in there going, 'Ah! Get us out of here!'"
On second thought, it does look a little dizzying in there.
This morning I started the same batch of wash for the third time.
It's not that my beloved LG washer isn't getting them clean, it's just that by the time I've actually remembered that I have wet clothes in there, our 75 degree house has the laundry smelling a little too mildew-y for my taste. So, I run them on another 'quick' cycle. Rinse and repeat.
This time I set an alarm on my phone, so I wouldn't forget to actually change them in a timely fashion (i.e. non-fungus-growing-amount-of-time fashion.)
I'm proudly announcing that the thrice-washed laundry is now being tossed to and fro in our dryer. About time.
Annie, 'helping me' get the laundry done, commented upon the clothes go for a spin in the dryer, "Hey Mom, do you think the clothes are having fun in the dryer?"
"Oh yeah, sure, I think so," I responded.
"Not me. I think they're in there going, 'Ah! Get us out of here!'"
On second thought, it does look a little dizzying in there.
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