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Back to school, the first week: Success!

7 Sep

 So, I thought I’d have more time to blog now that the kids are back in school, but it just hasn’t worked out that way. I’ve been on a mega cleaning kick, maybe I’m nesting early?

The kids first week of school has come and gone, and it went well for both of them. Here they are before heading out in the morning.Image

 

We hit a few speed bumps on T’s first 2 days, regarding transportation now that he’s going to school out of town. He hasn’t been assigned to a bus yet, and since this is due to the school’s fuck up, they’re paying for him to be cabbed there and back. Fine with me, except for when his cab driver on the first day of school is not only late getting to our house, butalso  fucking 100 years old and brain dead. I actually stood in my driveway arguing with him for 15 minutes about how to get to the school. Then he argued with dispatch because they were telling him the same thing I was. Eventually he got it through his head that I was right (of course I was, I always am. Clearly Mr. Cabbie doesn’t know me), and off they went. I did call the school though, and complain about the driver that was sent, and requested a call when T signed in. He didn’t start his first day of school until 10:30. Jesus Christ.

Then the second day, the cab came 15 minutes early. Thank god I didn’t decide to sleep in an extra 15 minutes.

Since then, everything’s been smooth sailing. It’s Friday already, and I’m 25 weeks today! I’m coming up on my third trimester way too quickly. Also, this little one seems to take great pleasure in kicking me in the crotch, and I’m like buddy, you’re gonna be doing enough damage down there in 3 1/2 months, lets ease up on my nether-regions, mmm’kay? I managed to yoga him out of his feet down position this morning after a full day of vaginal kickboxing classes. Hallelujah.

M and I are getting to work on the nursery this weekend. I lit a fire under his ass the other day by telling him I want it finished before we hit December. He’s going to finish mudding and sanding, then he’ll primer, and we’ll both paint. I’m refinishing a dresser, and we’re going to set up the crib. Ok, M is going to set up the crib. I’m going to take pictures and laugh at him when he can’t figure it out.

Also, I’m hopefully going to find reasonably priced maternity jeans that don’t make my ass look saggy. Shudder. Wish me luck! If I find some, I’ll try to throw together a fall outfit post. I’m so excited for chunky sweaters, jeans, and boots!

Until next week!

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After the rain…

7 Aug

After last weeks little meltdown, I think it’s time for a happier post. Nothing much has gone on lately, so we may just end up with a bunch of pointless rambling. I think that’s quite likely, actually.

M has been super sick lately. We think it’s a combination of a flu virus and inhalation of drywall dust. I say “we think” because as a man, of course he’s too stubborn to go to the doctor. Even though over the course of 3 days he got a total of maybe 5 hours sleep, threw up numerous times, and was just generally hurting and miserable and bedridden. Thankfully he brought home a proper mask to finish sanding T’s new room, and yesterday proclaimed he felt much better. We actually left the house! Hooray! It still sucks that our long weekend together was such a bummer though.

Speaking of weekends… Next weekend we’re heading down to Windsor to pick up my little sister! She’ll be staying with us for 2 weeks, so I most likely won’t be posting anything until the end of the month. I’m so excited to see her, because A) She’s my sister and my best friend, and B) I could use an extra pair of hands getting some stuff done around here. Yep, I’m putting her to work. She doesn’t know it yet, but she will! Muahahahahahahaha.

Jax is steadily getting more and more active. Or maybe just stronger, so I’m feeling more. Either way, at all times it’s feels like he’s running out of room, there’s always a head or a butt or a knee poking out. I can actually see his movements now which is cool, like waves going across my belly when he rolls around, and little pops when he punches or kicks. When M and I lay down together at night I think I spend more time watching my belly move than watching TV. TV shows come and go, this might be the last time I’m pregnant and I’m going to enjoy every damn second of it! My appetite is ridiculous lately, and my cravings will be the death of me. I wish just for once, I could crave a food that I actually have in the house. Instead of Burger King (across town), chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream (M had to go to 5 different grocery stores to find some. Yes, 5), or flippin’ lobster. OH, and speaking of cookie dough ice cream, and M searching all over town for it… The only brand he could find was President’s Choice, and there’s fucking coconut flakes in the dough chunks. Why? Who the hell thought coconut flakes have any place in chocolate chip cookie dough? It’s outrageous, and quite frankly, ruins the ice cream. It sucks, because I’ve been craving it for so long, and I finally have it, but I don’t even want to eat it now because of the stupid coconut. WHY?

I ordered the kids backpacks and lunch bags and school clothes from Old Navy today. Picked up a bunch of supplies at Staples’ awesome sale over the weekend too… Counting down the days… They’re starting to drive me bat shit crazy, they really are. Sometimes I wonder if it would be considered abuse if I duct taped their mouths shut, just for an hour. I guess it probably would though, so I soldier on. I cannot freakin’ wait to be able to do my yoga and pilates again. FREEEEEEEEEEEDOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM! For a few months, anyway.

Until next time!