Ug (again). I have a ton to do today and as much motivation to do it as I did yesterday. Which is none.
1. Change the sheets on our bed and Maggie's bed.
2. Straighten the rooms and dust the furniture.
3. Clean the bathrooms; WASH THE CURTAINS.
4. Vacuum the floors.
5. Pack Molly and Maggie.
- bunny/teddy/silkie
- sleeping bags/pillows
- Hush Little Baby Book
- Zone Bars
- tooth brushes
- meds
- pjs/clothes
- dress up clothes
6. Write instructions for Liam and Lorelei.
7. Take out carseats.
8. Dishes.
9. Pack Bob and Becky.
10. Make chicken casserole and freeze it.
Blah. Blah. Blah. In my original plan, most of this would be done already because I would have had yesterday to do it. *sigh* Guess I should get started.
30.1.09
29.1.09
Today has basically been a big ol' waste of time. I got some laundry done, but that's about it. I just don't have any energy.
I'm really hoping the weekend goes off as planned. You can't tell there was anything wrong with my kids based on their behavior today. They're fighting as usual, King Friday.
I'm feeling very disconnected from the world today, even though I've gotten a lot of birthday wishes via facebook and some via phone. I still feel like I haven't made contact, though. Maybe because I'm so tired.
When did I start settling for less than best and deciding that whatever was good enough? I used to push through however I was feeling to accomplish what I though needed to be accomplished. Now I do whatever, if I feel like it and figure I and whoever else can deal with whatever is left. To be fair, I've been sick and I have my kids today, but still, the house will not be anywhere near the condition I wanted it to be in for the weekend. Who knows - that still might not happen. As it is, we'll be coming home earlier on Sunday. Maybe the getaway in September will be less eventful!
Liam is really starting to get into stuff - he's all over the place these days. Lorelei is really tired right now - screaming about everything, but it's already 3:15 and if she goes down now, she won't go to bed until late. I really like it when the kids are in bed before 8. The other night, when Bob was sick, all of them were in bed asleep by 20 of 7 - it was great! I didn't even know what to do with myself!
ttfn - I need something to drink.
I'm really hoping the weekend goes off as planned. You can't tell there was anything wrong with my kids based on their behavior today. They're fighting as usual, King Friday.
I'm feeling very disconnected from the world today, even though I've gotten a lot of birthday wishes via facebook and some via phone. I still feel like I haven't made contact, though. Maybe because I'm so tired.
When did I start settling for less than best and deciding that whatever was good enough? I used to push through however I was feeling to accomplish what I though needed to be accomplished. Now I do whatever, if I feel like it and figure I and whoever else can deal with whatever is left. To be fair, I've been sick and I have my kids today, but still, the house will not be anywhere near the condition I wanted it to be in for the weekend. Who knows - that still might not happen. As it is, we'll be coming home earlier on Sunday. Maybe the getaway in September will be less eventful!
Liam is really starting to get into stuff - he's all over the place these days. Lorelei is really tired right now - screaming about everything, but it's already 3:15 and if she goes down now, she won't go to bed until late. I really like it when the kids are in bed before 8. The other night, when Bob was sick, all of them were in bed asleep by 20 of 7 - it was great! I didn't even know what to do with myself!
ttfn - I need something to drink.
Today is my birthday
Ug. This week has been a horrible week. Sunday night at 6 pm Maggie threw up and the throwing up didn't stop until yesterday (I hope) and until everyone had done it. In order of sickness it was: Molly, Maggie, Bob, Lorelei, Liam, me. I was glad to be on the low end of things. I'm still pretty tired, though, and not really feeling the best.
Everything on our calendar was canceled, up through today (except for the appointment with North Forge, whom I really hope got the part in and can fix our fireplace this afternoon). I went ahead and canceled with Beth last night because I just couldn't justify taking the kids out today, even though I would love the day alone. There's no way I'm going to get all the stuff done that I wanted to get done today - I'm starting at a deficit as it is, since we've been in survival mode since Sunday night. So I'll be lucky if I get the kitchen cleaned up and any general straightening done. It'll be a miracle if I get the laundry finished. The bathrooms, on the other hand, are all fairly clean, thanks to my sanitation mode going into overdrive both when the plague first hit and the day I was forced to be better (after Bob had gotten sick). I still feel like the house is full of germs and bad smells, though.
I haven't abided by the diet at all this past week. I didn't eat anything most of Monday and Tuesday. Yesterday I ate some English muffins, but they made me feel sick. This morning I had oatmeal and milk and it seems to be doing better. I'm still SO tired, though. I just want to go back to bed. And I won't be able to nap this afternoon 'cause the NF guy will be here. :(
The kids have been pretty mellow this week (obviously, Molly was nearly taken to the hospital for dehydration) but this morning they seem to be back in the full swing of things, which makes me regret cancelling Beth. I'm still not sure how they actually are, though, so it's for the best.
Today is my birthday. I am 31. I feel old. And tired. In my mind (when I can use it) I'm not that old, but every time I think about the number I just feel everything shut down. I didn't think age was something that would affect me so badly, but I felt it when I turned 27 - no longer in my mid 20's, but in my late 20's. I still feel like there's so much more that I could have done when I was young. And, yes, technically speaking I am still young. I probably have at least another 50ish years to live - which means I haven't even lived 1/2 my life, but still - 30, not to mention 31, just feels old to me.
What lovely sounds on my birthday - my kids in the living room, screaming and yelling at each other. I wonder if I reminded them that it is my birthday if they'd stop. Probably not.
Everything on our calendar was canceled, up through today (except for the appointment with North Forge, whom I really hope got the part in and can fix our fireplace this afternoon). I went ahead and canceled with Beth last night because I just couldn't justify taking the kids out today, even though I would love the day alone. There's no way I'm going to get all the stuff done that I wanted to get done today - I'm starting at a deficit as it is, since we've been in survival mode since Sunday night. So I'll be lucky if I get the kitchen cleaned up and any general straightening done. It'll be a miracle if I get the laundry finished. The bathrooms, on the other hand, are all fairly clean, thanks to my sanitation mode going into overdrive both when the plague first hit and the day I was forced to be better (after Bob had gotten sick). I still feel like the house is full of germs and bad smells, though.
I haven't abided by the diet at all this past week. I didn't eat anything most of Monday and Tuesday. Yesterday I ate some English muffins, but they made me feel sick. This morning I had oatmeal and milk and it seems to be doing better. I'm still SO tired, though. I just want to go back to bed. And I won't be able to nap this afternoon 'cause the NF guy will be here. :(
The kids have been pretty mellow this week (obviously, Molly was nearly taken to the hospital for dehydration) but this morning they seem to be back in the full swing of things, which makes me regret cancelling Beth. I'm still not sure how they actually are, though, so it's for the best.
Today is my birthday. I am 31. I feel old. And tired. In my mind (when I can use it) I'm not that old, but every time I think about the number I just feel everything shut down. I didn't think age was something that would affect me so badly, but I felt it when I turned 27 - no longer in my mid 20's, but in my late 20's. I still feel like there's so much more that I could have done when I was young. And, yes, technically speaking I am still young. I probably have at least another 50ish years to live - which means I haven't even lived 1/2 my life, but still - 30, not to mention 31, just feels old to me.
What lovely sounds on my birthday - my kids in the living room, screaming and yelling at each other. I wonder if I reminded them that it is my birthday if they'd stop. Probably not.
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