As a stay-at-home-mom, I don't have a work schedule like the guys in the movie "Office Space". No 15 minute coffee break twice a day. No slow commute to and from work by myself. No getting off work at 5pm and leaving it all behind in the office. That's not the reality of a mom.
My commute time is spent driving while playing "cash cab" to enrich our homeschool lessons, refereeing the "stop repeating me" feud and the "he's looking at me" situation and trying so hard not to lose my mind from the constant kicking of the back of my seat. No worries though, I still remember to stop for red lights and not cuss out loud at the idiots who don't.
My average day starts later than it used to, I'm peeling myself out of my bed at 6:30 or 7:00 if I'm lucky. And only because the kids are demanding that I get up and feed them, and greet the sun. There are no naps. They go to bed at 9pm and there are usually only one or two middle of the night requests for attention. It's not an eight to five job, but the hours have improved.
What's lacking is a little break. I would love to get a 15 minute break every single day! Two? Sure! But, one doesn't even sound realistic, two breaks would be a crazy little dream. Sometimes I can get someone to cover for me and I can get a little break. And once in a while, I can get a long enough break to do some sewing, but let's face it, I have to pay someone for that kind of relief.
Yesterday I got eight minutes. It was awesome! Nobody watched the kids, they were just behaving on their own and allowing me to have some time to myself. I think they smelled me and knew a break for me would be in everyone's best interests. I took a shower.
How fast can you shower? From fully clothed to fully clothed again? I beat'cha!
I didn't just jump into a cold shower (it takes way too long for our hot water to get from the tank to the shower) and do a five second rinse off; I actually took a shower. I used soap, shampoo and conditioner! I even slid the razor over my calves! Yeah, in eight minutes! I didn't waste time shutting the doors or any of that nonsense.
How nice! I got in and out of the shower and actually got clean! I could tell because I smelled much better. Most of the time I rush through so fast, the water doesn't even hit me. But today, wow! I got cleaned up! Sweet! Wish I could get an eight minute break a few more times a week.
The kids were fine. I normally hover over them like a very annoying helicopter. For eight minutes, I let them be and they didn't even notice. They usually can't last 8 seconds without intervention being necessary. I'm proud of them!
It's not a big long 15 minute break like a cashier gets, but the job isn't that glorious. I'm kind of proud of myself too. I took a full shower in 8 minutes. There was a time when shower-prep took five times that long!
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Friday, November 15, 2013
Saturday, June 22, 2013
Spider Killing Ninja, That's Me
Last night at midnight I was finally getting to bed. It had been a long day of beach and sunshine with three of my daughters and all three of my grandsons. Wonderful day well spent!
Of course, the littles fell asleep in the car and traffic was slow, so they napped good and hard. This totally destroyed bedtime! I got them to bed very late and I was still up at midnight, just settling myself into bed.
I did my nightly visual scan of the room to check for spiders on the walls. What? Don't you? I saw one! It was in the middle of my room at the peak of the vaulted ceiling. I can't reach to squish it up there, but I'm quick thinker and immediately had a solution!
I'll kill it with the swiffer!
I bolted down stairs to grab my swiffer mop. The flat head on it will be the perfect spider squisher. I ran back up to my room and the spider had moved a bit, closer to being right over my bed. I know the game... Spider gets directly over the bed, releases his ceiling grip diving for the bed and attacks! Yeah, that's not gonna happen. This spider will die.
I stood on the bed armed with my swiffer. The spider was sitting on the ceiling taunting me. I could almost reach with it, but not quite. So close! I wanted to kill it before it got over the bed.
Like a ninja, I jumped up and lunged at the spider with my weapon and I flattened that thing smearing spider guts on the ceiling. Triumph!
What goes up must come down. Which I did. I fell down to the floor, swiffer in hand, and landed on the floor. Hard! Feet first. Whack! And then a massive thud as the rest of my body hit the floor.
There was instant agonizing pain in both of my ankles and lower legs. I screamed in pain. I laid there dying of excruciating pain, screaming and crying and wondering if I broke both of my legs or what just happened. After a few minutes it was clear that my left leg may have just snapped I half but the right one was probably OK.
I got brave enough to look, both feet were still attached, legs looked normal, no blood, but horrible pain!
I should lay on my bed and get off the floor. I couldn't! It hurt so bad! I could not get up! I did some more screaming and crying. I missed my husband very much right then. He picked a bad night to be out of town!
Finally, I composed myself and tried to get up. The right ankle hurt a lot but I could stand up on it. The left foot couldn't touch the floor without shooting sharp pain. I got into bed and took a look. Lefty was swollen and not looking too good.
I couldn't sleep. It hurt so much! And I was worried about how to function the next day. Home alone with the little kids. I had my nexus on my nightstand so I googled.
Google diagnosed me with a fractured ankle. Great.
I dozed off and on waking up in pain often. When 6am rolled around, I decided to get up for the day. I still couldn't put any pressure on my left foot.
I crawled to the bathroom, and then I scooted down the stairs on my hiney. The dog was by my side the whole time. She laid next to me each time I took a break from crawling. A great idea came to me, at this point I understand if you have doubts about how great my ideas are.
I crawled into the garage. You know, the floor in there is really dirty! Anna's crutches were in here somewhere. I almost threw them out a few months ago. I crawled over and retrieved them but I couldn't stand up.
After I got back into the living room, I was able to hang onto furniture and pull myself up. The crutches are gonna work! I hobbled into the kitchen and got a cup of coffee and made an ice-pack.
I stuck the ice back in the pocket of my pajamas and I repoured my coffee into a to-go cup with a tight lid. I carried that in my teeth and I made it back to the easy chair.
That took me an hour! I was in a lot of pain now, but feeling accomplished.
The ice was helpful but the hour long phone call to my mom was the best medicine! Once 8 am rolled around I started calling my daughters, friends and neighbors for help.
My grandson came down the stairs and told me very matter-of-fact like, "No, Grandma. You can't be hurt. No."
My daughter took me to Urgent Care and they sent me to radiology for x-rays, then it was back to urgent care. They let me use a wheelchair in the building which was very handy.
The doctor looked at the xrays and he thought there was a possible fracture of the end of my fibula. It was his opinion that it is fractured, but he will defer to an official diagnosis later. The orthopedic doctor would say for sure, but that will take a few days. In the meantime, I was put in a splint and sent home.
Got to keep my x-rays!
Of course, the littles fell asleep in the car and traffic was slow, so they napped good and hard. This totally destroyed bedtime! I got them to bed very late and I was still up at midnight, just settling myself into bed.
I did my nightly visual scan of the room to check for spiders on the walls. What? Don't you? I saw one! It was in the middle of my room at the peak of the vaulted ceiling. I can't reach to squish it up there, but I'm quick thinker and immediately had a solution!
I'll kill it with the swiffer!
I bolted down stairs to grab my swiffer mop. The flat head on it will be the perfect spider squisher. I ran back up to my room and the spider had moved a bit, closer to being right over my bed. I know the game... Spider gets directly over the bed, releases his ceiling grip diving for the bed and attacks! Yeah, that's not gonna happen. This spider will die.
I stood on the bed armed with my swiffer. The spider was sitting on the ceiling taunting me. I could almost reach with it, but not quite. So close! I wanted to kill it before it got over the bed.
Like a ninja, I jumped up and lunged at the spider with my weapon and I flattened that thing smearing spider guts on the ceiling. Triumph!
What goes up must come down. Which I did. I fell down to the floor, swiffer in hand, and landed on the floor. Hard! Feet first. Whack! And then a massive thud as the rest of my body hit the floor.
There was instant agonizing pain in both of my ankles and lower legs. I screamed in pain. I laid there dying of excruciating pain, screaming and crying and wondering if I broke both of my legs or what just happened. After a few minutes it was clear that my left leg may have just snapped I half but the right one was probably OK.
I got brave enough to look, both feet were still attached, legs looked normal, no blood, but horrible pain!
I should lay on my bed and get off the floor. I couldn't! It hurt so bad! I could not get up! I did some more screaming and crying. I missed my husband very much right then. He picked a bad night to be out of town!
Finally, I composed myself and tried to get up. The right ankle hurt a lot but I could stand up on it. The left foot couldn't touch the floor without shooting sharp pain. I got into bed and took a look. Lefty was swollen and not looking too good.
I couldn't sleep. It hurt so much! And I was worried about how to function the next day. Home alone with the little kids. I had my nexus on my nightstand so I googled.
Google diagnosed me with a fractured ankle. Great.
I dozed off and on waking up in pain often. When 6am rolled around, I decided to get up for the day. I still couldn't put any pressure on my left foot.
I crawled to the bathroom, and then I scooted down the stairs on my hiney. The dog was by my side the whole time. She laid next to me each time I took a break from crawling. A great idea came to me, at this point I understand if you have doubts about how great my ideas are.
I crawled into the garage. You know, the floor in there is really dirty! Anna's crutches were in here somewhere. I almost threw them out a few months ago. I crawled over and retrieved them but I couldn't stand up.
After I got back into the living room, I was able to hang onto furniture and pull myself up. The crutches are gonna work! I hobbled into the kitchen and got a cup of coffee and made an ice-pack.
I stuck the ice back in the pocket of my pajamas and I repoured my coffee into a to-go cup with a tight lid. I carried that in my teeth and I made it back to the easy chair.
That took me an hour! I was in a lot of pain now, but feeling accomplished.
The ice was helpful but the hour long phone call to my mom was the best medicine! Once 8 am rolled around I started calling my daughters, friends and neighbors for help.
My grandson came down the stairs and told me very matter-of-fact like, "No, Grandma. You can't be hurt. No."
My daughter took me to Urgent Care and they sent me to radiology for x-rays, then it was back to urgent care. They let me use a wheelchair in the building which was very handy.
The doctor looked at the xrays and he thought there was a possible fracture of the end of my fibula. It was his opinion that it is fractured, but he will defer to an official diagnosis later. The orthopedic doctor would say for sure, but that will take a few days. In the meantime, I was put in a splint and sent home.
Got to keep my x-rays!
Thursday, March 21, 2013
My Turn to Experience the Magic
I cannot believe this happened, but it did. Disneyland showered some of its magic on me for once! No worries, the kids got plenty of magic too. It was nice to get in on some of the good stuff though.
We had a very long day at Disneyland and as usual, I was focused all day long on the kids. Keeping them close, keeping tabs on them, worrying that they'll trip and fall or run into a lamp post or something, making sure I don't run over people with the stroller, constantly taking inventory of the jackets and toys and other tag-along items, monitoring the kids for hunger, thirst, and potty, and taking pictures. That's how I do it. At the end of the day, I'm always tired! We usually head for the exit around 6 or 7pm at the latest, this gets us home right at bedtime and frankly, that's a long enough day for me.
Last time we went, it was 8:30 when we got to the end of Main Street. I always make a bathroom stop before exiting so that we don't have to use the car potty in the parking structure; I don't think the security staff wants to see me on the security cameras using the potty chair in the parking lot. We stopped at the restroom right at the end of Main Street.
Libby just hates to use public toilets, even at Disneyland. But, I persuaded her to try. At first she tried on toilet and decided it wasn't good enough, so we moved to another stall and tried again. Success! Got everyone through the stalls and hands washed and all, and off we went through the exit.
KaBoom! Fireworks! Really? We were here late enough for fireworks? I was in shock that we stayed so late! This was really when I realized what time it was. It was 8:45pm. We had a great view of the fireworks from the area outside the gates, so we just stopped and watched the fireworks from there. They were amazing!
After a while, I decided we should get on the tram before the mass exodus of the huge crowd in Disneyland are all upon us. I put my hands on the handle of the stroller and realized my purse wasn't hanging on the hook. The ground? Did I set it down? No. In the basket? No. Gracie, did you pick up my purse for me? No. Wait, where did I put it?
Panic.
My purse is GONE!!!
Was I so enchanted by the fireworks that I wouldn't notice if someone took it right from my side or from my stroller? No, I would have noticed. I think. We had a good size personal bubble of space where we were. That could not have happened. Could it? How could that have happened?
In the interest of safety, I keep everything that is super important in my purse and everything else (except the kids) are replaceable. My purse has my keys, phone, camera, cash, credit card and Disneyland passes in it. That's basically all that is in it. If I lose anything else at Disneyland, I can still call for help, get whatever I need with my credit card, preserve the day's memories, and drive home. I never thought about what would happen if I lost my purse!
How could I have lost my purse!!!
My inner voices were all screaming in my head. My heart was pounding. I was panicing on the inside. Trying to hold it together on the outside so that my kids wouldn't freak out.
I thought for a second and remembered that we just used the restrooms. Did I leave it hanging on the stall door hook? I could have. I remember hanging it on a hook. I went in one stall; I went in the stall Gracie used to check to see if she flushed, and I went in two stalls with Libby. Did I get my purse off of the stall door? I don't remember. I know I herded the kids to the sinks and helped Libby wash her hands. I washed mine and then we left. I must have had my purse; I never forget it. Guess it's possible.
Great, I can't get back into Disneyland because my passes are in my purse and I'm outside the gate! And I can't just go home, my keys are in my purse! How did this happen? I was praying that is really what happened anyway.
Thankfully, a security guard walked by and the girls were still watching the fireworks totally unaware of my panic attack. I walked up to the security guard and said, "Excuse me, I have a problem!" And then I told him that my purse is missing and I thought I had it but now I don't and maybe I left it in the ladies room but it contains my keys and my passes so I can't go look and I can't leave and." He very calmly asked me if I had it out here or if I left it in the restroom. I said in the whiniest voice ever, "I don't know!" He said what does it look like? I told him, it's a smallish brown fake-leather backpack and contains keys, wallet, phone and camera. He said to follow him.
He took me to the gate and told the ticket lady to let me and the girls through and another security guard took me from there to one of the trees in a planter. There were a bunch of Disneyland staffers just standing there and the guy nodded to them and they stood aside, there was my purse. Sitting on the planter. I squealed! "That's it!!! Thank you! But, I wasn't over here, I went from the restroom on the right (we're now on the left side of the entrance) straight out the gates and stopped out there. I wasn't near this planter. And they were all standing around it like it was a suspicious package and they were waiting for it to explode or something.
They asked me to identify the contents, again, I told them what was inside then without touching it they said I could look inside and one guy held a flashlight so I could see. Yup, everything was there! I checked my wallet, nothing disturbed or missing. I realized at this point that my camera was in the cup holder of my stroller and not in my purse. I used it to take photos of the fireworks. They said it was found in the ladies' room hanging on a stall door. Yes that is where I put it. How could I have walked out without it? They said I could go back in and watch the rest of the fireworks.
I said Thank you a million times and then I started to cry. What a relief! They were consoling and saying everyone loses something, no big deal, was there anything else wrong? No, just so relieved and happy! I put that purse on my shoulder and exited again, this time with my purse.
We headed for the tram and got there just before the huge crowds came pouring out of Disneyland. I cannot believe I left my purse in the bathroom and then exited the gates. I am so very grateful to whomever found it and turned it in so promptly where it could be retrieved. I am amazed at the security taken to protect my purse while it waited for me to come to my senses. I am so mystified by the Disneyland magic that took over and made a non-event out of something that could have been the highest level of stress and inconvenience and hassle and agony. All is well and I am glowing from the magic that is Disneyland.
I also feel a lot like Grover at the end of the book "There is a Monster at the end of this book". I am so embarrassed.
We had a very long day at Disneyland and as usual, I was focused all day long on the kids. Keeping them close, keeping tabs on them, worrying that they'll trip and fall or run into a lamp post or something, making sure I don't run over people with the stroller, constantly taking inventory of the jackets and toys and other tag-along items, monitoring the kids for hunger, thirst, and potty, and taking pictures. That's how I do it. At the end of the day, I'm always tired! We usually head for the exit around 6 or 7pm at the latest, this gets us home right at bedtime and frankly, that's a long enough day for me.
Last time we went, it was 8:30 when we got to the end of Main Street. I always make a bathroom stop before exiting so that we don't have to use the car potty in the parking structure; I don't think the security staff wants to see me on the security cameras using the potty chair in the parking lot. We stopped at the restroom right at the end of Main Street.
Libby just hates to use public toilets, even at Disneyland. But, I persuaded her to try. At first she tried on toilet and decided it wasn't good enough, so we moved to another stall and tried again. Success! Got everyone through the stalls and hands washed and all, and off we went through the exit.
KaBoom! Fireworks! Really? We were here late enough for fireworks? I was in shock that we stayed so late! This was really when I realized what time it was. It was 8:45pm. We had a great view of the fireworks from the area outside the gates, so we just stopped and watched the fireworks from there. They were amazing!
Panic.
My purse is GONE!!!
Was I so enchanted by the fireworks that I wouldn't notice if someone took it right from my side or from my stroller? No, I would have noticed. I think. We had a good size personal bubble of space where we were. That could not have happened. Could it? How could that have happened?
In the interest of safety, I keep everything that is super important in my purse and everything else (except the kids) are replaceable. My purse has my keys, phone, camera, cash, credit card and Disneyland passes in it. That's basically all that is in it. If I lose anything else at Disneyland, I can still call for help, get whatever I need with my credit card, preserve the day's memories, and drive home. I never thought about what would happen if I lost my purse!
How could I have lost my purse!!!
My inner voices were all screaming in my head. My heart was pounding. I was panicing on the inside. Trying to hold it together on the outside so that my kids wouldn't freak out.
I thought for a second and remembered that we just used the restrooms. Did I leave it hanging on the stall door hook? I could have. I remember hanging it on a hook. I went in one stall; I went in the stall Gracie used to check to see if she flushed, and I went in two stalls with Libby. Did I get my purse off of the stall door? I don't remember. I know I herded the kids to the sinks and helped Libby wash her hands. I washed mine and then we left. I must have had my purse; I never forget it. Guess it's possible.
Great, I can't get back into Disneyland because my passes are in my purse and I'm outside the gate! And I can't just go home, my keys are in my purse! How did this happen? I was praying that is really what happened anyway.
Thankfully, a security guard walked by and the girls were still watching the fireworks totally unaware of my panic attack. I walked up to the security guard and said, "Excuse me, I have a problem!" And then I told him that my purse is missing and I thought I had it but now I don't and maybe I left it in the ladies room but it contains my keys and my passes so I can't go look and I can't leave and." He very calmly asked me if I had it out here or if I left it in the restroom. I said in the whiniest voice ever, "I don't know!" He said what does it look like? I told him, it's a smallish brown fake-leather backpack and contains keys, wallet, phone and camera. He said to follow him.
He took me to the gate and told the ticket lady to let me and the girls through and another security guard took me from there to one of the trees in a planter. There were a bunch of Disneyland staffers just standing there and the guy nodded to them and they stood aside, there was my purse. Sitting on the planter. I squealed! "That's it!!! Thank you! But, I wasn't over here, I went from the restroom on the right (we're now on the left side of the entrance) straight out the gates and stopped out there. I wasn't near this planter. And they were all standing around it like it was a suspicious package and they were waiting for it to explode or something.
They asked me to identify the contents, again, I told them what was inside then without touching it they said I could look inside and one guy held a flashlight so I could see. Yup, everything was there! I checked my wallet, nothing disturbed or missing. I realized at this point that my camera was in the cup holder of my stroller and not in my purse. I used it to take photos of the fireworks. They said it was found in the ladies' room hanging on a stall door. Yes that is where I put it. How could I have walked out without it? They said I could go back in and watch the rest of the fireworks.
I said Thank you a million times and then I started to cry. What a relief! They were consoling and saying everyone loses something, no big deal, was there anything else wrong? No, just so relieved and happy! I put that purse on my shoulder and exited again, this time with my purse.
We headed for the tram and got there just before the huge crowds came pouring out of Disneyland. I cannot believe I left my purse in the bathroom and then exited the gates. I am so very grateful to whomever found it and turned it in so promptly where it could be retrieved. I am amazed at the security taken to protect my purse while it waited for me to come to my senses. I am so mystified by the Disneyland magic that took over and made a non-event out of something that could have been the highest level of stress and inconvenience and hassle and agony. All is well and I am glowing from the magic that is Disneyland.
I also feel a lot like Grover at the end of the book "There is a Monster at the end of this book". I am so embarrassed.
Saturday, December 22, 2012
Behind on Blogging
I'm behind with blogging! Actually, I am behind on everything right now. Christmas is coming whether I am ready or not, and this year, I am not.
We've been very very busy in December! I'll just give you a quick recap.
We went to Disneyland twice this month. It was tons of fun both times! We also went to see a play, Sea World and the Safari Park. We didn't go to Universal Studios like I wanted to, but that's ok. We have passes to Universal Studios and I wanted to go one more time to make the tickets more worthwhile, but we didn't get there and they expire at the end of the month. Oh well, we had a ton of fun the day we went!
Gracie's schoolwork was hard to get done but we mucked through it and finished in the nick of time. She had a community service project due and this month's math topic was subraction. Ugh, that was hard. We'll have to keep working on it as we go to make it easier.
We've been out shopping a number of times, but it's hard to do when I have the kids along. So it takes me several trips to get a few things. I need one good shopping day without a crowd at the checkout, maybe tomorrow?
Keith and I planned a roadtrip. We are going to South Dakota to visit, go sledding, meet up with friends and family, and introduce the girls to the concept of winter. They'll love it! I hope the roads are good, we'll probably be gone for a week or so, we don't have a specific plan. School doesn't start up again until the 14th so we have plenty of time.
The girls saw Santa. Libby asked for a Nutcracker, a train and chocolate. Gracie asked for batteries. We're sure hoping Santa can accomodate both of them and their Chrismas wishes.
I baked a bunch of cookies and went to a Christmas party and cookie exchange. I think I gained ten pounds.
I've been sewing too. I made the girls some holiday dresses and they wore them to Disneyland. I also am in the process of making a dress for a friend's little girl, and I made one to mail to another friend's daughter. I have a big quilt for Gracie in the sewing machine right now and one waiting in the wings for Libby. There are two whole days until Christmas, I can do this, right?
I've been babysitting a lot lately too. Not getting paid, even better, doing the babysitting swap! I babysat Adam, Emily, Sabrina and Mallory last week and I had Henry for a couple of days the week before. Then, Lexie asked me to babysit Charlie for a bit and I was so worn out, I told her no! Poor girl waited her turn for some relief and then I turned her down. I topped that trick off with asking her to watch the girls while Keith and I went out to dinner one night. Good thing she loves me.
Lexie and I were asked to be on a reality show. We said, sure, why not. Keith's cousin was chosen to be a reality show contestant, maybe, and she asked us to be part of her family support team. If she gets on the show and has to call in her team to compete, then we'll be there for her. Hope they don't want us to eat bugs, bungee jump or sing in key, she'll lose the competition for sure!
Katie and Henry came up for Gracie's Winter concert performance at school. The kids sang four winter songs: Let is snow, Winter Wonderland, Frosty the Snowman and Jingle Bells. It was a lot of fun and Gracie sang beautifully.
Gracie lost two teeth this month. Her top front teeth. She looks so cute with her new toothless grin!
Have a great Christmas everyone! Glad we all survived the end of the world. 2013 is sure to be a good one!
We've been very very busy in December! I'll just give you a quick recap.
We went to Disneyland twice this month. It was tons of fun both times! We also went to see a play, Sea World and the Safari Park. We didn't go to Universal Studios like I wanted to, but that's ok. We have passes to Universal Studios and I wanted to go one more time to make the tickets more worthwhile, but we didn't get there and they expire at the end of the month. Oh well, we had a ton of fun the day we went!
Gracie's schoolwork was hard to get done but we mucked through it and finished in the nick of time. She had a community service project due and this month's math topic was subraction. Ugh, that was hard. We'll have to keep working on it as we go to make it easier.
We've been out shopping a number of times, but it's hard to do when I have the kids along. So it takes me several trips to get a few things. I need one good shopping day without a crowd at the checkout, maybe tomorrow?
Keith and I planned a roadtrip. We are going to South Dakota to visit, go sledding, meet up with friends and family, and introduce the girls to the concept of winter. They'll love it! I hope the roads are good, we'll probably be gone for a week or so, we don't have a specific plan. School doesn't start up again until the 14th so we have plenty of time.
The girls saw Santa. Libby asked for a Nutcracker, a train and chocolate. Gracie asked for batteries. We're sure hoping Santa can accomodate both of them and their Chrismas wishes.
I baked a bunch of cookies and went to a Christmas party and cookie exchange. I think I gained ten pounds.
I've been sewing too. I made the girls some holiday dresses and they wore them to Disneyland. I also am in the process of making a dress for a friend's little girl, and I made one to mail to another friend's daughter. I have a big quilt for Gracie in the sewing machine right now and one waiting in the wings for Libby. There are two whole days until Christmas, I can do this, right?
I've been babysitting a lot lately too. Not getting paid, even better, doing the babysitting swap! I babysat Adam, Emily, Sabrina and Mallory last week and I had Henry for a couple of days the week before. Then, Lexie asked me to babysit Charlie for a bit and I was so worn out, I told her no! Poor girl waited her turn for some relief and then I turned her down. I topped that trick off with asking her to watch the girls while Keith and I went out to dinner one night. Good thing she loves me.
Lexie and I were asked to be on a reality show. We said, sure, why not. Keith's cousin was chosen to be a reality show contestant, maybe, and she asked us to be part of her family support team. If she gets on the show and has to call in her team to compete, then we'll be there for her. Hope they don't want us to eat bugs, bungee jump or sing in key, she'll lose the competition for sure!
Katie and Henry came up for Gracie's Winter concert performance at school. The kids sang four winter songs: Let is snow, Winter Wonderland, Frosty the Snowman and Jingle Bells. It was a lot of fun and Gracie sang beautifully.
Gracie lost two teeth this month. Her top front teeth. She looks so cute with her new toothless grin!
Have a great Christmas everyone! Glad we all survived the end of the world. 2013 is sure to be a good one!
Saturday, October 20, 2012
Sunday, April 22, 2012
Caller ID Is Not Specific Enough
I live in a state of confusion. So, this little anecdote should come as no surprise. I was confused. I think I'm straightened out now, but one never knows. There are always twists and surprises for me in my day.
Our beach day was planned like so: I am driving to the beach with the little girls. Just me and them. Fenna is going to the same beach but riding with another exchange student and her host family. They will put in a longer day but since I have the little ones, I am driving separately and not going to stay as long. I'm bringing boogie boards and a skim board and lots of towels. We'll all hang out together and that's pretty much the plan. Easy and simple.
Yesterday, I posted on facebook in a private group of mom friends (from all over the country but a few that are in So Cal) that I would be going to the beach today. Yay! One friend responded "Which beach?" and I took that to mean she was interested in where I was going. She's sort of local.
Later in the day, after I'd completely forgotten about my facebook post and all responses, I got a text on my phone. The caller id just showed a number, but it was a local area code. I assumed it was the family of Fenna's friends, I think the mom's name is Rachel. She looks like a Rachel, that name really does fit her nicely. My text said "Hi This is Rachel. What time do you want to leave tomorrow?" See, her name must be Rachel. It said so in the text.
I replied "I will leave mid-morning and meet you there. Fenna wants to ride with you." She didn't reply via text again. She probably thought I was drunk.
Later, again, I'd moved on in my mind, my phone was ringing and caller ID showed the same number as before. Once again, I think it is the mom of the two teenage girls we are meeting up with at the beach. No, it's not. But, since I assumed incorrectly I carry on as if my friend is this other lady.
Have you ever had a phone conversation with someone and you completely thought it was a different person? Yeah... embarrassing!
Here I was talking with my friend who has a four month old baby and no teenagers and I thought I was talking to the woman who organized a big teen outing.
Rachel said very confusing things to me such as, "Which beach are you going to?", "What time do you want to leave?", "Should we meet up at your house and ride together?", "Are you bringing anything?" and other completely mind bending thoughts. The conversation was so bizarre until I heard her say "Luka (her baby) and I are excited to tag along". Whoa, I've been talking to my friend Rachel this whole time? Luka's mom? By this time in the conversation, I was way too embarrassed to admit that I thought she was someone else even though she's just the sort of person who would enjoy the humor of the situation. Plus, I was super happy that she was coming along! Yippee!
I admitted to Fenna and Keith that I had this crazy phone conversation which left me feeling stupid and they both got a good laugh at my expense. It really was funny. I couldn't help but laugh at myself by now. I asked Fenna to find out what her friends' mom's name is and text it to me so that I could discreetly find out; I wonder if her name is Rachel also or if I just decided "Rachel" was a good fit.
When I dropped Fenna off at her friend's house, Fenna ran up to the mama and said "What's your name?" and she replied "Lori". Fenna turns to me and yells "Her name is LORI!" Great, thanks for that, kiddo. I apologized for forgetting her first name, and she chuckled and said "Most people just call me 'Amber's mom'". Ahh, I understand that one!
The next day at the beach I was sitting with my friend Rachel and I confessed that I was confused during our phone conversation the day before. But, I wasn't drunk. Just confused. She laughed and said she thought maybe I was distracted by the kids and she didn't think I was drunk or stupid or confused. Much. It was all so very funny! I'm going to laugh about this for a good long time!
This whole incident could have been avoided if caller id would just give me the caller's name, number and whose mom it is. Life would be easier that way.
Our beach day was planned like so: I am driving to the beach with the little girls. Just me and them. Fenna is going to the same beach but riding with another exchange student and her host family. They will put in a longer day but since I have the little ones, I am driving separately and not going to stay as long. I'm bringing boogie boards and a skim board and lots of towels. We'll all hang out together and that's pretty much the plan. Easy and simple.
Yesterday, I posted on facebook in a private group of mom friends (from all over the country but a few that are in So Cal) that I would be going to the beach today. Yay! One friend responded "Which beach?" and I took that to mean she was interested in where I was going. She's sort of local.
Later in the day, after I'd completely forgotten about my facebook post and all responses, I got a text on my phone. The caller id just showed a number, but it was a local area code. I assumed it was the family of Fenna's friends, I think the mom's name is Rachel. She looks like a Rachel, that name really does fit her nicely. My text said "Hi This is Rachel. What time do you want to leave tomorrow?" See, her name must be Rachel. It said so in the text.
I replied "I will leave mid-morning and meet you there. Fenna wants to ride with you." She didn't reply via text again. She probably thought I was drunk.
Later, again, I'd moved on in my mind, my phone was ringing and caller ID showed the same number as before. Once again, I think it is the mom of the two teenage girls we are meeting up with at the beach. No, it's not. But, since I assumed incorrectly I carry on as if my friend is this other lady.
Have you ever had a phone conversation with someone and you completely thought it was a different person? Yeah... embarrassing!
Here I was talking with my friend who has a four month old baby and no teenagers and I thought I was talking to the woman who organized a big teen outing.
Rachel said very confusing things to me such as, "Which beach are you going to?", "What time do you want to leave?", "Should we meet up at your house and ride together?", "Are you bringing anything?" and other completely mind bending thoughts. The conversation was so bizarre until I heard her say "Luka (her baby) and I are excited to tag along". Whoa, I've been talking to my friend Rachel this whole time? Luka's mom? By this time in the conversation, I was way too embarrassed to admit that I thought she was someone else even though she's just the sort of person who would enjoy the humor of the situation. Plus, I was super happy that she was coming along! Yippee!
I admitted to Fenna and Keith that I had this crazy phone conversation which left me feeling stupid and they both got a good laugh at my expense. It really was funny. I couldn't help but laugh at myself by now. I asked Fenna to find out what her friends' mom's name is and text it to me so that I could discreetly find out; I wonder if her name is Rachel also or if I just decided "Rachel" was a good fit.
When I dropped Fenna off at her friend's house, Fenna ran up to the mama and said "What's your name?" and she replied "Lori". Fenna turns to me and yells "Her name is LORI!" Great, thanks for that, kiddo. I apologized for forgetting her first name, and she chuckled and said "Most people just call me 'Amber's mom'". Ahh, I understand that one!
The next day at the beach I was sitting with my friend Rachel and I confessed that I was confused during our phone conversation the day before. But, I wasn't drunk. Just confused. She laughed and said she thought maybe I was distracted by the kids and she didn't think I was drunk or stupid or confused. Much. It was all so very funny! I'm going to laugh about this for a good long time!
This whole incident could have been avoided if caller id would just give me the caller's name, number and whose mom it is. Life would be easier that way.
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