Disclaimer - I may be willing to admit that I am in fact cranky today. It may or may not have something to do with "women's issues". We'll let the jury decide on that one.
I have decided that I'm going to move to the middle of nowhere (soooo, about 30 minutes away from here) and become a hermit. No human interaction at all. People are driving me nuts. And I don't mean my own kids, although they certainly aren't helping the situation. Just people being people are making me crazy today. People are inconsiderate, they lie, cheat and steal, and seem to think they are perfectly entitled to do this. No one has done this to me lately - well one person lied to me, or lied by omission, or something like that anyway - but I'm just being cranky and cynical at the moment.
So on a brighter note, I told the kids that if they can keep the house clean (a problem we have here in the Herd) until January that we could get a cat. I love cats. They are so cute and cuddly when they aren't being evil. And they really don't care what anyone or anything does, thinks or says, as long as they get food and head scritches. Yup, we need a cat. To become a hermit with me. Ooooohhhh, I could be the crazy cat lady! Then no one would come near me. And my plan is now evolving.
Why am I dreaming about being a crazy cat lady? I have 3 sick kids, and 2 cranky ones. Go me!! I also have a headache which really isn't helping with anything in this situation. Although I just remembered that I haven't eaten yet today. Maybe that's why I have a headache. Yeah, probably. Did I mention that I seem to have broken my brain?? Yup, it's kaput. Just not working anymore. It is still debatable about whether or not it worked in the first place. Maybe one day it will work again. Such dreams I have.
And now, I need a nap. Or to bury myself in the covers on my bed until morning. Either works. It has to be bedtime somewhere right?
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
No More Staples
I went yesterday to get the staples out. All 16 of them. The Doctor laughed at me when I told him how many there were. I guess people don't normally count them. But I'm not normal. I was worried it would hurt, but only one did. And that was only because it was stuck to a scab. Ouch. It still hurt less than when I had sneezed while reaching for something the evening before though.
I get to go back in 3 months because of what they found in my appendix. Awesome. At least he said that it wouldn't be for another 3 years after that. I don't really want to go see a surgeon regularly.
Right now I'm waiting for my new washing machine. That's just how exciting my life is. They tried to drop it off yesterday but I wasn't home. I had an appointment, you know, to get staples pulled out of my abdomen. I didn't even realize they were dropping it off then. I had made the appointment for last Wednesday, but seeing as I was in the hospital, my mom had to reschedule. I just want my washing machine. I paid enough for it. And anything is better than what I have now.
The Boy has Scouts tonight (he's a Beaver, whatever that means). He was very disappointed that he didn't get to go last week. It was just too overwhelming for my mom. So he'll go this week. Bug was supposed to go to Sparks (5-6 year old girl guides) yesterday but she decided she doesn't want to go anymore. Or in the first place. So I registered her for no reason. At least it's cheaper this way. I just have to pay for 2 kids to go.
So now I'm off to marinate chicken so it will be ready for supper. I really wish my supper would make itself, but that doesn't seem to be happening.
I get to go back in 3 months because of what they found in my appendix. Awesome. At least he said that it wouldn't be for another 3 years after that. I don't really want to go see a surgeon regularly.
Right now I'm waiting for my new washing machine. That's just how exciting my life is. They tried to drop it off yesterday but I wasn't home. I had an appointment, you know, to get staples pulled out of my abdomen. I didn't even realize they were dropping it off then. I had made the appointment for last Wednesday, but seeing as I was in the hospital, my mom had to reschedule. I just want my washing machine. I paid enough for it. And anything is better than what I have now.
The Boy has Scouts tonight (he's a Beaver, whatever that means). He was very disappointed that he didn't get to go last week. It was just too overwhelming for my mom. So he'll go this week. Bug was supposed to go to Sparks (5-6 year old girl guides) yesterday but she decided she doesn't want to go anymore. Or in the first place. So I registered her for no reason. At least it's cheaper this way. I just have to pay for 2 kids to go.
So now I'm off to marinate chicken so it will be ready for supper. I really wish my supper would make itself, but that doesn't seem to be happening.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
I Am Frankenstein's Monster
Well the last week has been interesting. Last Tuesday, I went back to the ER because I was having pain down my right side and it made me sick to my stomach. It was pretty bad and I know I scared my kids. Poor Vi had to help me get the kids ready for school until my mom could get here from work because I was pretty much useless.
So on to my lovely Emergency Room stay...I got to stay in the waiting room for over 2 hours. In pain, and it was packed. They did bring me in to get my blood taken, but that took about 5 minutes. And only that long because I was dehydrated. I still have the bruise from that one. Fun fun.
After I got into the Emergency Room and wasn't stuck in the waiting room anymore, things went pretty quick. First I had to go have a CT scan done, just to make sure I had appendicitis. I did. Then I had a consult with the surgeon. Well, his med student came and did the consult. It worked for me. She pointed out my herniated umbilicus (I had more of an outie than an innie. The joys of having lots of kids) which I hadn't thought anything about. I figured that meant they might do something about it.
She explained that because they were trying to make sure that the snot bag that they found on Friday didn't break, I didn't get to have the laser surgery that makes just a small hole. Of course not. They were going to make the incision as small as possible, but I was still going to have a bigger hole than normal, which meant that my recovery was going to take longer. Yay me!
Then everything went insane. They had to take more blood just in case the surgeon needed some during the surgery. Then I got to sign my life away, basically saying I understand what is going on and what the risks are (like death), I got to talk with the ER doc again, the nurses had to make sure that I had everything that I needed to go up to the Operating Room. It was like a whirlwind of people coming and going out of my little curtained off area.
Then I got brought up to the OR. In my stretcher from the ER. I met the nurses that would be with me in the OR. Met the anesthesiologist, then met the surgeon. Then I got wheeled into the OR and got to try to get myself onto the table. That was different. I think they tied down my arms, but my memory starts getting fuzzy around then. I do remember the anesthesiologist saying that she was giving me something that would go straight to my head, then I laid there for a minute or so thinking that I didn't feel anything. Then the lights started moving, and I said so, I guess, at least it would make sense if I did since she then told me that that was to be expected. That's the last I remember until I was in the recovery room.
The recovery room is a bit fuzzy too, but that's not surprising. I remember asking where I was. I remember telling the nurses I was in pain and they gave me something. I remember moaning because it still hurt, and I remember one of the nurses telling me that they couldn't make all of the pain go away. I must have said something, but I don't remember. I remember hearing one of the nurses telling the nurses where I was going what all I had surgery for (appendectomy, removal of part of the cecum, and fixing my herniated umbilicus which resulted in 16 staples down the middle of my stomach, which is why I am Frankenstein's monster). Then I got wheeled to my room.
My room was in the pediatric ward. Because I really am a kid at heart. Or the hospital is pretty much full and it was the last place they could find for me. Either one. I didn't even realize that I was in Peds for about 8 hours until a kid started crying and she sounded just like Bug. It woke me up and the nurse told me that it wasn't her, but I was in Peds. On the plus side, I got to watch the movies they have there. I passed on Dora and the Wonder Pets, but I did watch Narnia. Mostly I read a book that my mom brought me.
I ended up being able to leave Thursday morning. Which is incredibly quick. And was also the day that my brother and sister in law came into town for our cousin's wedding. My mom had to take the week off work to take care of the kids, so I had a lot of help. Everyone is back to work tomorrow so I'm a little worried.
My brother actually ended up getting to my place within half an hour of me getting home. I'm pretty sure I spent most of their visit on the couch, but that's okay. They did make us a wonderful meal on Friday evening. My sister in law is from Thailand and she made us some authentic Thai food, only not as spicy as normal. I did just have abdominal surgery. I still have leftovers, mmmmmmmmmmm.
I went to my cousin's wedding on Saturday with Vi, my brother and sister in law. Well, the actual ceremony was a bit scary with the wooden pews so we didn't go to that. We went to the reception. It was beautiful and you could see how much my cousin and her new husband love each other. I had a great time with my other cousin's too. I'm a bit sore today, but it was worth it. I'm sure I will be better tomorrow, unless Booger walks up and head butts me in my staples again, or pokes me again. Toddlers are so much fun.
And now I should probably go to bed. I'm a bit tired and still recovering. I get my staples out Tuesday so I have to take it easy until at least then. But at least I have a good reason for not posting for a week ;)
So on to my lovely Emergency Room stay...I got to stay in the waiting room for over 2 hours. In pain, and it was packed. They did bring me in to get my blood taken, but that took about 5 minutes. And only that long because I was dehydrated. I still have the bruise from that one. Fun fun.
After I got into the Emergency Room and wasn't stuck in the waiting room anymore, things went pretty quick. First I had to go have a CT scan done, just to make sure I had appendicitis. I did. Then I had a consult with the surgeon. Well, his med student came and did the consult. It worked for me. She pointed out my herniated umbilicus (I had more of an outie than an innie. The joys of having lots of kids) which I hadn't thought anything about. I figured that meant they might do something about it.
She explained that because they were trying to make sure that the snot bag that they found on Friday didn't break, I didn't get to have the laser surgery that makes just a small hole. Of course not. They were going to make the incision as small as possible, but I was still going to have a bigger hole than normal, which meant that my recovery was going to take longer. Yay me!
Then everything went insane. They had to take more blood just in case the surgeon needed some during the surgery. Then I got to sign my life away, basically saying I understand what is going on and what the risks are (like death), I got to talk with the ER doc again, the nurses had to make sure that I had everything that I needed to go up to the Operating Room. It was like a whirlwind of people coming and going out of my little curtained off area.
Then I got brought up to the OR. In my stretcher from the ER. I met the nurses that would be with me in the OR. Met the anesthesiologist, then met the surgeon. Then I got wheeled into the OR and got to try to get myself onto the table. That was different. I think they tied down my arms, but my memory starts getting fuzzy around then. I do remember the anesthesiologist saying that she was giving me something that would go straight to my head, then I laid there for a minute or so thinking that I didn't feel anything. Then the lights started moving, and I said so, I guess, at least it would make sense if I did since she then told me that that was to be expected. That's the last I remember until I was in the recovery room.
The recovery room is a bit fuzzy too, but that's not surprising. I remember asking where I was. I remember telling the nurses I was in pain and they gave me something. I remember moaning because it still hurt, and I remember one of the nurses telling me that they couldn't make all of the pain go away. I must have said something, but I don't remember. I remember hearing one of the nurses telling the nurses where I was going what all I had surgery for (appendectomy, removal of part of the cecum, and fixing my herniated umbilicus which resulted in 16 staples down the middle of my stomach, which is why I am Frankenstein's monster). Then I got wheeled to my room.
My room was in the pediatric ward. Because I really am a kid at heart. Or the hospital is pretty much full and it was the last place they could find for me. Either one. I didn't even realize that I was in Peds for about 8 hours until a kid started crying and she sounded just like Bug. It woke me up and the nurse told me that it wasn't her, but I was in Peds. On the plus side, I got to watch the movies they have there. I passed on Dora and the Wonder Pets, but I did watch Narnia. Mostly I read a book that my mom brought me.
I ended up being able to leave Thursday morning. Which is incredibly quick. And was also the day that my brother and sister in law came into town for our cousin's wedding. My mom had to take the week off work to take care of the kids, so I had a lot of help. Everyone is back to work tomorrow so I'm a little worried.
My brother actually ended up getting to my place within half an hour of me getting home. I'm pretty sure I spent most of their visit on the couch, but that's okay. They did make us a wonderful meal on Friday evening. My sister in law is from Thailand and she made us some authentic Thai food, only not as spicy as normal. I did just have abdominal surgery. I still have leftovers, mmmmmmmmmmm.
I went to my cousin's wedding on Saturday with Vi, my brother and sister in law. Well, the actual ceremony was a bit scary with the wooden pews so we didn't go to that. We went to the reception. It was beautiful and you could see how much my cousin and her new husband love each other. I had a great time with my other cousin's too. I'm a bit sore today, but it was worth it. I'm sure I will be better tomorrow, unless Booger walks up and head butts me in my staples again, or pokes me again. Toddlers are so much fun.
And now I should probably go to bed. I'm a bit tired and still recovering. I get my staples out Tuesday so I have to take it easy until at least then. But at least I have a good reason for not posting for a week ;)
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Snot Bag
Yeah, it's been more than 2 days. Oh well, you'll see why in a minute.
Friday morning I took Bean to PFLC at the kids school and I started getting a pain on my right side. I tried sitting down, standing up, leaning on things, drinking, eating, etc. and it just would not go away. At 12:30 Bean went to daycare, so I went to the ER because it was pretty bad by that point. I'm fine, kind of, but the ER is certainly an adventure.
When I got there, I had to wait for the triage nurse to be free and ready to help me, while I got to observe all the insanity that is the ER in our hospital. Just before I got there, apparently some guy had walked in with a cup of something (whether it was coffee, tea, juice or urine, I don't know, and don't really want to), looked at the volunteers at the information desk and poured whatever was in the cup onto the floor. They were not impressed.
Shortly after I got there, a young man, maybe late teens or early twenties, came in with his mother. His mother was complaining about how long it was taking, how the nurses are really slow, basically everyone not dropping everything and catering to her and her son. It was annoying, especially since they were right beside me. She complained louder when a woman came in that couldn't breathe and had already passed out once on the way to the hospital. That woman got in to see the nurse first. I wasn't surprised, I may have been in pain, but at least I could breathe.
Then the fashion show started. We had the people with too small overalls (never a good look), with flannel shirts over it, and no shirt under, or the woman who wore pajama pants that were threadbare and too tight, with a shirt that definitely didn't even begin to cover her protruding belly and the housecoat. I felt very overdressed in my jeans and t-shirt. I never thought that would happen.
While sitting with the triage nurse, some guy came in with his wife with a stool sample and didn't know where to bring it. Then he started arguing with the nurses about it. One of them told me that she was going home and having 10 drinks, not just one, two or three, 10. She doesn't want to have to deal with poop, literally. Another told me that she still had 4 hours left of her shift and she was ready to be done. I guess it had been like that the entire day.
After seeing the triage nurse, I got in a room pretty quick. They were afraid that I had appendicitis. The only room left was the one that they put the violent patients in. How do I know this? There was no window, the door was able to be locked with a keypad on the outside, and there were huge gouges in the wall, door, heater, and floor. Most of them looked like footprints, but some of them looked like something with wheels had gone through the wall. I even had a door with a little window on it, kind of like a jail cell, I guess so people could see if I was done being crazy??
I got to see the doctor, I got my blood taken by crazy vampires, and still have the bruise to prove it, and then I got to go have an abdominal ultrasound. In case you were wondering, it hurts when they do an ultrasound through your ribs. I'm still tender, and it's 2 days later. I found out that I'm not pregnant, an IUD will do that to you, everything is normal but my appendix, which has a bag of snot in it. And a stone that is rolling around and occasionally causes a blockage. My appendix apparently looks weird too, it took the ultrasound tech and the radiologist to figure out if what they were looking at was really my appendix. That's comforting.
So now I get to wait and see if the snot bag that is my appendix is going to become a problem. Which is nice. I could have waited a few more hours for a CT scan, but I had already been there 5 or 6 hours and just wanted to go home. For some reason the hospital makes me want to go to sleep and I spent most of the time there trying not to. The ER doctor also told me what to look for, and that I didn't really have any of the signs of appendicitis so she felt safe sending me home.
And now I get to try to sneak some of the pancakes that I spent way too long making. I'm pretty sure my kids don't breathe when they eat.
Friday morning I took Bean to PFLC at the kids school and I started getting a pain on my right side. I tried sitting down, standing up, leaning on things, drinking, eating, etc. and it just would not go away. At 12:30 Bean went to daycare, so I went to the ER because it was pretty bad by that point. I'm fine, kind of, but the ER is certainly an adventure.
When I got there, I had to wait for the triage nurse to be free and ready to help me, while I got to observe all the insanity that is the ER in our hospital. Just before I got there, apparently some guy had walked in with a cup of something (whether it was coffee, tea, juice or urine, I don't know, and don't really want to), looked at the volunteers at the information desk and poured whatever was in the cup onto the floor. They were not impressed.
Shortly after I got there, a young man, maybe late teens or early twenties, came in with his mother. His mother was complaining about how long it was taking, how the nurses are really slow, basically everyone not dropping everything and catering to her and her son. It was annoying, especially since they were right beside me. She complained louder when a woman came in that couldn't breathe and had already passed out once on the way to the hospital. That woman got in to see the nurse first. I wasn't surprised, I may have been in pain, but at least I could breathe.
Then the fashion show started. We had the people with too small overalls (never a good look), with flannel shirts over it, and no shirt under, or the woman who wore pajama pants that were threadbare and too tight, with a shirt that definitely didn't even begin to cover her protruding belly and the housecoat. I felt very overdressed in my jeans and t-shirt. I never thought that would happen.
While sitting with the triage nurse, some guy came in with his wife with a stool sample and didn't know where to bring it. Then he started arguing with the nurses about it. One of them told me that she was going home and having 10 drinks, not just one, two or three, 10. She doesn't want to have to deal with poop, literally. Another told me that she still had 4 hours left of her shift and she was ready to be done. I guess it had been like that the entire day.
After seeing the triage nurse, I got in a room pretty quick. They were afraid that I had appendicitis. The only room left was the one that they put the violent patients in. How do I know this? There was no window, the door was able to be locked with a keypad on the outside, and there were huge gouges in the wall, door, heater, and floor. Most of them looked like footprints, but some of them looked like something with wheels had gone through the wall. I even had a door with a little window on it, kind of like a jail cell, I guess so people could see if I was done being crazy??
I got to see the doctor, I got my blood taken by crazy vampires, and still have the bruise to prove it, and then I got to go have an abdominal ultrasound. In case you were wondering, it hurts when they do an ultrasound through your ribs. I'm still tender, and it's 2 days later. I found out that I'm not pregnant, an IUD will do that to you, everything is normal but my appendix, which has a bag of snot in it. And a stone that is rolling around and occasionally causes a blockage. My appendix apparently looks weird too, it took the ultrasound tech and the radiologist to figure out if what they were looking at was really my appendix. That's comforting.
So now I get to wait and see if the snot bag that is my appendix is going to become a problem. Which is nice. I could have waited a few more hours for a CT scan, but I had already been there 5 or 6 hours and just wanted to go home. For some reason the hospital makes me want to go to sleep and I spent most of the time there trying not to. The ER doctor also told me what to look for, and that I didn't really have any of the signs of appendicitis so she felt safe sending me home.
And now I get to try to sneak some of the pancakes that I spent way too long making. I'm pretty sure my kids don't breathe when they eat.
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Less Procrastinating On Posts
....more procrastinating on cleaning my house. It's only been a couple days instead of a couple months since I posted. Let's see if I can keep this up.
I'm bored. Oh so bored. The three older kids are in school, full days. Even my baby Bug who is only 4 until November. That's not right. The two younger kids are in daycare all day except Booger on Monday morning and Bean on Friday morning. That way I get to spend time with just them instead of in chaos like normal. I don't like them being in daycare, but hey, it's just for the time being.
Tonight is Vi's first night of Girl Guides. I love Girl Guides. They get to do a ton of stuff and I only have to pay one price. And dues. Dues for everyone. I have 3 kids that need dues every week. I am NOT looking forward to that. It will be so much more fun when I have 5 kids that need dues every week.
I have decided that I'm going to lose weight. Not a lot, maybe 20-30lbs or so. I haven't quite figured out how to do that yet, but I will do it. Step 1 - put away the apple turnovers sitting on the desk in front of me. Step 2 - not sure yet. I guess I need to research that at some point. Or maybe just get off my bum and go do something. That works too.
On the subject of exercise, I went for a bike ride with Bug and The Boy yesterday. Bug was in the trailer behind my bike, and boy did that work out my thighs. Maybe I should do that more often. I would go ride my bike right now, but it's raining and I might melt. Or spawn evil gremlins or something. Preferably one that sings lounge music. That would be entertaining.
I guess I should get off my keister and finish cleaning my house. My kids aren't even here so I don't have much of an excuse. Ugh. I hate cleaning. I need a maid. Right after I find my sugar daddy.
I'm bored. Oh so bored. The three older kids are in school, full days. Even my baby Bug who is only 4 until November. That's not right. The two younger kids are in daycare all day except Booger on Monday morning and Bean on Friday morning. That way I get to spend time with just them instead of in chaos like normal. I don't like them being in daycare, but hey, it's just for the time being.
Tonight is Vi's first night of Girl Guides. I love Girl Guides. They get to do a ton of stuff and I only have to pay one price. And dues. Dues for everyone. I have 3 kids that need dues every week. I am NOT looking forward to that. It will be so much more fun when I have 5 kids that need dues every week.
I have decided that I'm going to lose weight. Not a lot, maybe 20-30lbs or so. I haven't quite figured out how to do that yet, but I will do it. Step 1 - put away the apple turnovers sitting on the desk in front of me. Step 2 - not sure yet. I guess I need to research that at some point. Or maybe just get off my bum and go do something. That works too.
On the subject of exercise, I went for a bike ride with Bug and The Boy yesterday. Bug was in the trailer behind my bike, and boy did that work out my thighs. Maybe I should do that more often. I would go ride my bike right now, but it's raining and I might melt. Or spawn evil gremlins or something. Preferably one that sings lounge music. That would be entertaining.
I guess I should get off my keister and finish cleaning my house. My kids aren't even here so I don't have much of an excuse. Ugh. I hate cleaning. I need a maid. Right after I find my sugar daddy.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Well, the last year and a half or so of my life has sucked. Bad. A lot has gone on, and not much of it good. I am not the cause of most of the dysfunction that has gone on in our lives, although I am being blamed for pretty much everything and I didn't put an effective stop to it. Either way, it's over now and the kids and I can begin rebuilding (yes, I realize a certain someone was left out of that sentence and I'm sure you can figure out why. You're smart, right?).
So, now that life has slowed down, kind of, with the kids being in school and daycare, I suppose I won't neglect everything else. Oh, who am I kidding? That's probably not going to make all that much of a difference. I get distracted by.....oooh shiny!
So now I'm on to my new quest, I am going to find myself a sugar daddy. Or an Irish Firefighter. I'm not sure which, or how, but it will be done. I have goals and dreams here and I will not let reality crush them.
And now I need to sign my life away to the kids school and to Girl Guides so that my kids get to have fun with other kids, and hopefully not maim themselves. In other words, I have to fill out forms to protect other people in case my kids inherited my coordination. Woohoo!
Disclaimer - I love Girl Guides, I was in Girl Guides for years (too many for me to remember right now, my brain is broken) This post was meant in good fun and was self-deprecating. Now on with what's left of our day!
So, now that life has slowed down, kind of, with the kids being in school and daycare, I suppose I won't neglect everything else. Oh, who am I kidding? That's probably not going to make all that much of a difference. I get distracted by.....oooh shiny!
So now I'm on to my new quest, I am going to find myself a sugar daddy. Or an Irish Firefighter. I'm not sure which, or how, but it will be done. I have goals and dreams here and I will not let reality crush them.
And now I need to sign my life away to the kids school and to Girl Guides so that my kids get to have fun with other kids, and hopefully not maim themselves. In other words, I have to fill out forms to protect other people in case my kids inherited my coordination. Woohoo!
Disclaimer - I love Girl Guides, I was in Girl Guides for years (too many for me to remember right now, my brain is broken) This post was meant in good fun and was self-deprecating. Now on with what's left of our day!
Monday, June 28, 2010
Aaaaiiiieeeeeeehhhhh!!!!!
My dryer is squealing at me. It's protesting my clean clothes. Whenever I put a load of laundry into it, all I hear is
Aaaaiiiieeeeeeehhhhh!!!!!
Which is pretty much the noise that I make whenever I have to clean too (yes, I know it doesn't actually clean anything, but that doesn't go with my theme here). In fact, I have to clean my living room for the 47th time today and all I want to say is
Aaaaiiiieeeeeeehhhhh!!!!!
I won't. At least not out loud. I'll save it for writing it out here. I'm so generous. And I just have to fold clothes anyway. It's not like it's a huge mess. Yet.
On a completely unrelated subject, the kids and I are going camping this weekend with my mom. There will be 6 of us in a tent, and my mom will have a tent to herself. I'm not quite sure how that's fair, but whatever. I made a comment about the kids going into her tent, and she said that wouldn't happen. They are sneaky little ones. There is no way she can keep them out. I'm going to have to take pictures of them trying to get into her tent. That will be my entertainment for the weekend.
And Joe got a totally awesome job! He's been trying to get a welding job for a while and finally got an apprenticeship. We're going camping about an hour from where he's working for now, I think. Then he can come and sleep on the ground with us. Okay, we have air mattresses. A really nice one too. That might make it a little bit more attractive to him. I know it is to me.
And my dryer is squealing again. Aaaaiiiieeeeeeehhhhh!!!!!
I'm off to try to figure out what is going on with that thing. Or I might start squealing too.
Aaaaiiiieeeeeeehhhhh!!!!!
Which is pretty much the noise that I make whenever I have to clean too (yes, I know it doesn't actually clean anything, but that doesn't go with my theme here). In fact, I have to clean my living room for the 47th time today and all I want to say is
Aaaaiiiieeeeeeehhhhh!!!!!
I won't. At least not out loud. I'll save it for writing it out here. I'm so generous. And I just have to fold clothes anyway. It's not like it's a huge mess. Yet.
On a completely unrelated subject, the kids and I are going camping this weekend with my mom. There will be 6 of us in a tent, and my mom will have a tent to herself. I'm not quite sure how that's fair, but whatever. I made a comment about the kids going into her tent, and she said that wouldn't happen. They are sneaky little ones. There is no way she can keep them out. I'm going to have to take pictures of them trying to get into her tent. That will be my entertainment for the weekend.
And Joe got a totally awesome job! He's been trying to get a welding job for a while and finally got an apprenticeship. We're going camping about an hour from where he's working for now, I think. Then he can come and sleep on the ground with us. Okay, we have air mattresses. A really nice one too. That might make it a little bit more attractive to him. I know it is to me.
And my dryer is squealing again. Aaaaiiiieeeeeeehhhhh!!!!!
I'm off to try to figure out what is going on with that thing. Or I might start squealing too.
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