Category: Home is where you happen to be

My Morning Thus Far

My morning began a little after two.  Evie was having a bad night, I comforted her put her back to  bed.  About 15 minutes later she was still announcing her discontent.  Anonymous picked her up and then her stomach recoiled.  Anonymous became the old priest and cleaned up Evie while I became the young priest and cleaned up the room.  Around 3 in the morning I used to the online service and scheduled Evie for an appointment.

Since Anonymous had today off we all walked to drop Sean off at Kindergarten.  I introduced Anonymous to Lori/Laurie (not sure how she spells her name) the lollipop Lady/Crossing guard.  Even though she is wearing a Hi-Vis vest and waves a giant STOP sign many seem to see her as a target.  We nearly got mowed down by a grandma in Ford.  There are many that live close but still drive which makes for congestion.  The school is situated a bit on the cock.  There is a T intersection and a main parking lot that is one way.  There are slots on either side and the passage way through is heavily marked Pick up/ Drop Off. Many people either can’t read/comprehend this or choose to ignore it completely.  So there is a huge gang-bang line forming since there is an 11 seater  daycare van which is disembarking its passengers.  Another grandma this time in a silver trans-am is trying to back out of one of the spaces.  The van leaves the car behind the van is moving forward when grandma closes her eyes and just guns it!  I know that they will hit I even yell, “You’re going to hit the car!” The guy behind has time to honk but doesn’t in fact he is trying to make the hole left by the van! It was one of the moments when you’re brain screams “Whiskey Tango Foxtrot!” then “What the Foxtrot do I do about it?” I’ve had this moment before when I saw a woman robbing the GameStop.  She was putting games in her handbag while her boyfriend was keeping the clerk busy.  I saw what was happening but couldn’t believe it, I even went up to her and asked, “What games you getting?” She bolted and I yelled, “She’s stealing your games” the clerks ignored me since the jewel cases are empty. She had broken into a kisok/stand and was helping herself to Gameboy/PSP used games.

After dropping Sean off we walked back and less than a block from our house we see an oddity.  A cinderblock retaining wall seemed to have some damage as we walked closer we were approached by a Policeman and a Civilian.  I point and ask, “Earthquake?” Now there have been some earthquakes recently but how the hell do you ask politely, “Who smashed the wall?”

The civilian who had a bandaged leg told us, “Pursuit, guy came down the hill turned right hit the perpetual puddle that is there and smashed into the wall.”  The guy even chased the driver since he tried to leg it.

Things have calmed down, the pediatrician checked over Evie.  No signs of infection or fever.  She asked about her feeding habits and it is most likely that Evie had way too much milk before bed.  Our girl is to be milk free for an hour to two hours before bed.  Lets see what the afternoon brings.

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July Recap

So July was mixture of things, good things, funny things, whiskey tango foxtrot things.  My Dad had his gallbladder removed early in the month and since his wife was on call at the hospital I was a back-up. Just to make sure he took his pain medication and carried no fever or other sign of infection.  It was the first time I had ever spent the night away from Evelyn since she was born.   I have been away from Sean and all of those were hospital admittances.

After carefully weighing our options we sold the Tardis. CarMax was a great experience and the Tardis didn’t stay on the lot a week until someone bought it.  I truly hope that the Tardis is giving some young teenager or a new family some joy. For us Galactica is now our primary vehicle.

I came home one day and found a Scorpion in our kitchen sink.  Yes I did type scorpion not spider. Bugs on a whole don’t weird me out, don’t get me wrong if they were in my bed I would freak but on the most part I can deal with them.  Scorpions are tough suckers!  I don’t own boots so I couldn’t smash it and if it was a pregnant female smashing them causes the babies to run out.  Get this you cannot drown them, they can survive in pools.  This thing rivals the Xenomorph running around the Nostromo!  So I sprayed it with bleach cleaner it squirmed for a bit before dying and then I could get rid of it.

My children continue to surprise me and I know that sounds cliche but it is true!  They are so different and the same but the difference on this particular day reminded me of that nursery rhyme of Jack Sprat. However, in my universe it goes

Evelyn Claire could eat no pasta and Sean James could eat no beans.  Between the two they picked the plate clean

I had my six month surveillance by my GP as instructed by the genetic counselors and all seems well.  My GP is actually going to send my case to the radiology department for their input.  According to him I am in the weird age bracket where there are a whole host of opinions of what to do.  So he is going to get the radiologists opinion.

The last day of July saw the last lesson with Sean and his swim instructor, she has made Sean water safe and proficient and we can’t thank her enough!  Sean has had her since just before he turned 4.  It is her last summer at CSUSB before she goes off to bigger, better and more grand things.  Sean made her card and a key-chain and she posed for a photo.

The Parasol

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I did some clearing out today and I found the parasol.  My Mum used it when she got married.  When she was dying my Dad asked her what she wanted her final clothes to be and she wanted her wedding dress.  I remembered that she had put the veil away somewhere in Fresno and in San Clemente we couldn’t find it.  Also missing was the parasol.  A couple of years after she died I was getting married and while I was rustling in a closet out shot a plastic cylinder–it was the parasol!  I used it in my own wedding and perhaps someday Evelyn might want to have it as well.  As for the Veil, G-Jen (my dad’s wife) was going through a moving box and my dad off hand said, “that’s probably all donate” she had the presence of mind to go through it and found the British labeled veil box. She put it aside and gave it to me.  Here is a photo of their wedding day.

Scion/Cylon/Galactica

I am so bloody grateful to my family, the family I was born with and that I married. Sunday Anonymous and I received a belated birthday gift since we’re 11 days apart. The gift blew our minds. I asked my brother if he knew what Dad and G-Jen had planned and he nodded. I then asked if he was cool with it and he told me that the item is more for his niece and nephew and he is right. It’s strange I feel like I’m a contestant on the Price is Right and we won.

Five Stages of Grief meet Nine Stages of Housework!

Anonymous went out with Sean and while Evelyn napped I cleaned up.  Unless we win the Mega Millions it is unlikely that our household will be venturing off to some exotic land for a vacation.  So my get away from it all is having a clean home, I love a clean home.  I can relax and not worry over tripping on shit which I do and I’m in no mood for more ortho visits (they know me too well).  However, as soon as I picked up the last matchbox car Evelyn woke and then my guys were home and play time ensues.  I love having my kids play, I don’t get worked up over stray crayon marks.  I do vacuum after they eat or snack, old habit from the condo since it was built on an ant hill and if you didn’t vacuum you were infested with bugs.  However, I’m a clumsy limey so toys being put away is a must for me and while it results in desperate feelings of monotony I came up with this.

9 Stages of Housework

overwhelmed

“This place looks like a Rubbish Tip!”

injustice

“I didn’t leave that there why should I pick it up!”

futility

“It’ll just get messed up again”

no energy

“I’m too tired”

boredom

“This is Groundhog day”

inferiority

“Other women can handle it and claim they like it…why don’t I?”

superiority

“I have a Master’s degree!”

lack of motivation

“I can clean later, this evening, tomorrow”

Acceptance

“I really do love having a clean home, make peace with it and do it and it will be done quickly.”

Week 4

So far this week has been kind, there have been no Kaiser Visits for anyone in the household.  We were able to put new tires on the car, thank you Spink! The DAV came on Wednesday to collect a box and already I have dug out more for them to collect when they come back in a few weeks.  Wednesday also saw Mr. Nimri at our home!  He is on leave from Germany in a few weeks he’ll be going to South Korea then hopefully back to the United States.

On Friday the winds were so high that CSUSB was closed.  Anonymous came home around lunchtime and I made everyone’s favourite–crust less quiches, with Louisiana hot link.  The winds kept me up Thursday and Friday night, debris would activate either ours or Earl and Marilyn’s security light.  Our bedroom has a sliding glass door and the illumination from either lights would spill in.

Today is a clean up day.  Anonymous is tackling the garage since it almost looks like an episode of Hoarders.  In fact we were watching an episode and both of us looked at one another with the same look, “yup, lets clean.”  While our home is not cluttered or dirty it still needs a bit of help.  I went through the kids toys, putting aside the infant things and Sean’s many pieces of art.  We are thinking of converting our pantry into a hall closet since we have  a metric crap-load of space in the kitchen.  Anonymous bought himself a leaf blower/vac and is having fun in the front yard.  There is still a few more hours left in this day/week.  We need to purchase drywall and hopefully things will continue to be favourable.

What is 4th??

I remember an old Jeopardy Answer This is known as the Cleanup Position and the answer is the title of this post.  Today I did a massive cleanup, I went to our condo to clean the carpets, remove leftover hardware, scrub cabinets and windows.  I began upstairs with the thought in my head that shit runs downhill.  Ahouseholdkate was kind-generous-wonderful and loaned us an upright carpet cleaner.  I started my work at 10 past 9.  I had to empty and refill that machine over a dozen times but I got that room done.  On my way downstairs I noticed the banister railing could use a good clean so I added that to my list.

It was odd being inside the condo with it being empty.  I remember when Anonymous and I first went through it when it was empty.  We were newly married and sans children I thought about that while coming down the stairs before tackling the carpet downstairs.   I attacked the coffee and high traffic stains.  The kitchen was next the cabinets were doused liberally with Krud Kutter and a brush.  Mr. Clean went to work on the banister rail and window cleaner got the water spots off of the window but that was probably for nowt since it started to rain afterwards. It was a little after one o’clock when I left for a food break.  I couldn’t get to the wallpaper today and that pisses me off. We have to turnaround this domicile so we can rent it.  My anxiety level is through the roof I feel as though I will never get it done.  Compound that by a billion with two kids and new home to square away.  I know it will get done I’m just super frustrated.