And now I am sick

Jeez, does my life keep getting better or what?? I will now spend the next few days coughing, hacking and sneezing all over everyone and everything.

Just a thought I had today

This is the kind of stuff I think about when I'm not busy ranting and raving about something.

This thought occurred to me as I was battling 295 traffic on the way to work this morning: If they made a live-action Jetsons movie, don't you think Bob Saget would be perfect to play George Jetson?

Overwhelmed and underpaid

When I signed on for this whole "mom" gig, I didn't expect all the strings that are attached. For me, being a mom includes caring for our menagerie of fuzzy fiends, er, I mean, friends. Lately Monet has been a real pain in the neck with the barfing all over the place. She eats plants outside that she shouldn't and then goes around heaving up the aftermath for days on end. Yesterday we came home from work, and Milo announced that there was something gross in the hallway. Yep. Cat barf. It had been sitting there so long that it ate through the polyurethane on the wood floor and stained the floor. Hooray. She had also thrown up in our bedroom (not in our bed, thank God for small favors) and in several large areas in the basement. I don't know about you, but cleaning up that much animal vom is enough to make me exhausted just by thinking about it.

Before all of that even happened, yesterday morning I had to clean up a cubic ton of dog crap, thanks to Lily. Lily had to work out the parts and pieces to one of Milo's cars that she ate, so that meant when I went outside yesterday morning for poop patrol, I literally had to scrape crap from one end of the patio to the other. She even somehow managed to crap on the sump hose. DISGUSTING. I was somewhat thankful that it was warm enough outside to use the hose, because if I had to trek back and forth with my stoopid pitcher of warm water to rinse off the crud, it would have taken me all week. Again, all I had to do was take one look at that load of crap and I was promptly ready to go back to bed.

Not to mention that Milo pretty much pees all over the bathroom every morning because the kid's a firehose. I'm the only one that notices the pee lake, plus I'm the only one that smells it, so I get to be the one that cleans it up. Hooray for me!

We are having drainage problems due to all the rain. The sink is finally working in the kitchen, but now the french drains in the basement are all backed up. The sump is running nonstop again. I did ONE LOAD of laundry this afternoon, and went downstairs to discover wet floors near all the drain openings, and wherever there are cracks in the floor. Plus, the water backed up right where the laundry drains, so the laundry room rug is soaked. That burned my biscuits something awful. First of all, of course I have three more loads of laundry waiting to be done that I can't do, until the water situation clears up. The new washer and dryer are coming Saturday, and I won't even be able to use them. GAAAA. What's the freakin' point of having them, then? I know that eventually the drainage problem will get fixed, but right now I am having myself a good old fashioned freak out attack, because it seems like whenever I want to do anything nice for myself that I deserve, it backfires. Boooo freakin' HOOO! The basement is going to stink something awful because of all the moisture, no matter how much we run the dehumidifier. Not to mention the mold situation that is going to happen. UGH.

And Milo has a cold, and is wiping his boogers on everything and anything, including me.

Like I said, I'm a bit overwhelmed and underpaid right now. I don't often get in this much of a funk but this is just TOO MUCH AT ONCE. I need cheese and salty crunchy snacks, and I need them now!! In large quantities!

Homework

Next week at daycare is something called "Week of the Young Child." We participate by filling out forms that say why our kid is special, and attending some events in the classrooms. The first project we have to finish for next week was homework for Milo this week. We had to make a paper doll of Milo, portraying him and the things he likes to do. Of course, I got a little carried away, but we had lots of fun putting it together.


The basic doll that was sent home with Milo. Just a plain ol' brown gingerbread man!

And this is what we ended up with, after an hour or two of fooling around with different photos. Milo can't wait to take it to school tomorrow and hang it up! He says he looks like a rock star, you know.

My day is filled with joy

Okay, so let me just tell you up front: I have the most creative reasons for being late to work EVER. The stuff that happens to me in the mornings is real, I swear. Surely there must be someone else in the world that endures the same bizarro drama as me on a daily basis.

This morning's reason why I was five minutes late: Monet barfed in Milo's sneakers. Literally, as I was walking toward the shoes, telling Milo to get his sneakers on, Monet ran up and threw up in them. It was 8:13AM and we have to leave the house by 8:15 for me to have enough time to drop Milo at Lakeview and get to work by 9. I was disgusted by the cat barf in my kid's sneaks, and I had to frantically search the house for Milo's other good pair of shoes. We cleaned the house last weekend, so now I don't know where anything is. It took me a few minutes, but I did find the other shoes, slapped them on Milo's feet and we left. I had to deal with the barf when we got home, which by that time, had more added to it. Monet also barfed all over the basement floor while we were gone.

When I got to work, my boss said, "Why are you late?" I told him, and he just stared at me with his mouth hanging open for a minute, and then he said "So I guess this is why you wanted to come back to work?" Uh, yep, pretty much, to escape the dark reality of my house! At home I am chief dishwasher and buttwiper, and not necessarily in that order. When I'm at work, at least I don't have to wipe anyone's butt! (or clean up their vomit)

Long story short: Anyone want to adopt an adorable tortishell 10-year-old kitty? I'm just kidding....sort of. Right now, after the vomit comet she unleashed today, I'd get rid of that cat in a second, if Corey would let me.

There's a little black spot on the sun today....

Yep, Milo has another favorite band: the Police. We listened to "King of Pain" three or four times on the ride home from work this afternoon. Actually, he knows most of the words to most of the songs on the "best of" Police CD we've been listening to lately. Another Police song that he likes a lot is "Do Do Do Do Da Da Da Da." He goes around the house singing that one sometimes. Why the Police is not "girl music" I don't know! I do know that every time I think of Sting, I automatically think of Popeye. Something about Sting just really reminds of Popeye as portrayed by Robin Williams in the 1980s. Is it the hair? The giant muscle arms? Who knows?!

King of Pain: www.youtube.com/watch?v=AMxilbDGelU

Doo Doo: www.youtube.com/watch?v=6SojAZ0X1e0

Happy Easter!

I hope you had a great Easter, however you celebrate it. We were all up bright and early this morning, having an egg hunt in the house. This was Milo's fourth egg hunt in the last two weeks; by now he must have at least 50 plastic eggs. It was still very exciting, except that Milo quickly discovered that all the hunting eggs were "duds," meaning no candy inside. (The Easter Bunny wised up and remembered that Lily lives here.) It was still fun searching for eggs; despite their dudness. Then Milo had to hunt for his Easter basket, which was hidden on one of the bookshelves. Those eggs were not duds....and two even had Bakugan balls inside! Wooo hoooo!!

Milo promptly ate three or four candies, and took some cold medicine, (yep, he's sick again, just with a runny nose though) so most of the rest of the morning he was bouncing off the walls. Most of the time Milo was in his room playing, so I was still able to get the house picked up and vacuum and all the usual housework stuff I do on Sunday mornings.

This afternoon Milo and I took the dogs out for a much needed run, and played and played outside despite the bitterly cold wind. Corey came home from work sometime around then. We took a break while I got the ham in the oven, and then Milo and Corey played Bakugan while I puttered around in the basement, clearing a path for the washer and dryer guys. The new machines aren't coming until Saturday, but if I didn't get stuff moved around today, it wasn't going to happen, based on how busy we are during the week.

We enjoyed our ham dinner (Milo even ate some ham! After I told him it tastes like chicken nuggets though. He wasn't very convinced of that, but tried it anyway, and liked it. We are on a roll with the eating of normal food!!) and did our usual evening routine of bath, stories, bedtime. Now Milo is tucked into his sleeping bag, listening to his Led Zeppelin lullabies, Corey is stomping around upstairs getting ready for his bedtime, and I am finishing up my little bits of chores so I can get my beauty sleep for the Monday morning rush. All is right with the world, as it should be.

A note on Milo and his sleeping bag: He started sleeping in it in his bed a few nights ago. It cracks me up, because I did exactly the same thing when I was a kid, except I liked to sleep on the floor. I was telling Corey how funny it was that Milo digs his sleeping bag as much as I used to, and Corey started laughing: Apparently Corey also slept in his sleeping bag (in his bed) for a stretch of time when he was a little kid. He said it was just like camping out. I totally agree. I can definitely predict sleeping outside in the tent this summer......I did that every summer pretty much until we got married :)