No excuses
Okay, school is finally over with (yay!) so I really have no excuses to not update my blog any more.
Not that I have anything much to report. It seems like only bad things have happened to us lately. Such as:
-refrigerator is...well, not refrigerating. The fridge is at a balmy 50 degrees and the freezer ranges between 32 and 40 degrees. Thus, our fridge is now a big empty box with nothing but bread, yeast, and condiments I am willing to risk my life and the lives of my family on (as I had to throw out a TON of food). The freezer is now the refrigerator. As you may imagine, sometimes this is hard to remember.
-there is a hole in our roof. Not a big hole, but a hole, nonetheless. Cue The Beatles...
-my ancient (read 5 years old) computer is on the fritz. It sounds like an old man hacking.
-I don't technically have a contract for the next school year (though I am told I will get one). But at this point, I am technically out of a job come August.
And then, of course, there is the incident of the spicy burrito.
One day at school a few weeks ago, I was not feeling well. Not nauseous, not sniffly, just not well. Enough that I didn't feel like eating anything. But for lunch I had a spicy burrito from the night before. I wanted it with the exact same intensity that I didn't want it.
So I ate to see if I would feel better. Didn't. Decided to use one of my sick days and headed home.
One the way home, I stopped by Target. On a whim, I picked up a pregnancy test and, because I was smugly doubtful, a bottle of wine.
Went home. Took test. Read results. Put wine in storage.
sigh.
So in addition to everything else, it looks like we will be having what Michael refers to as "Twoie" sometime around the end of January. We have to figure out how to swing repairs stated above and plan for two (!) daycare bills.
Suddenly my summer full of margaritas and pool time with Tilda has now been replaced with working my ass off to earn extra cash, rearranging the house to accommodate Twoie and, saddest of all, no margaritas. And endless hassling from my sister and brother-in-law. And both Michael's dad and my mom like to call up and whisper the one word that drives us both insane with fear-"twins."
Well I have a dr's appt tomorrow, so hopefully that will solve at least that ONE problem.
It's not that Twoie is a bad thing. It's just...unexpected.
Not that I have anything much to report. It seems like only bad things have happened to us lately. Such as:
-refrigerator is...well, not refrigerating. The fridge is at a balmy 50 degrees and the freezer ranges between 32 and 40 degrees. Thus, our fridge is now a big empty box with nothing but bread, yeast, and condiments I am willing to risk my life and the lives of my family on (as I had to throw out a TON of food). The freezer is now the refrigerator. As you may imagine, sometimes this is hard to remember.
-there is a hole in our roof. Not a big hole, but a hole, nonetheless. Cue The Beatles...
-my ancient (read 5 years old) computer is on the fritz. It sounds like an old man hacking.
-I don't technically have a contract for the next school year (though I am told I will get one). But at this point, I am technically out of a job come August.
And then, of course, there is the incident of the spicy burrito.
One day at school a few weeks ago, I was not feeling well. Not nauseous, not sniffly, just not well. Enough that I didn't feel like eating anything. But for lunch I had a spicy burrito from the night before. I wanted it with the exact same intensity that I didn't want it.
So I ate to see if I would feel better. Didn't. Decided to use one of my sick days and headed home.
One the way home, I stopped by Target. On a whim, I picked up a pregnancy test and, because I was smugly doubtful, a bottle of wine.
Went home. Took test. Read results. Put wine in storage.
sigh.
So in addition to everything else, it looks like we will be having what Michael refers to as "Twoie" sometime around the end of January. We have to figure out how to swing repairs stated above and plan for two (!) daycare bills.
Suddenly my summer full of margaritas and pool time with Tilda has now been replaced with working my ass off to earn extra cash, rearranging the house to accommodate Twoie and, saddest of all, no margaritas. And endless hassling from my sister and brother-in-law. And both Michael's dad and my mom like to call up and whisper the one word that drives us both insane with fear-"twins."
Well I have a dr's appt tomorrow, so hopefully that will solve at least that ONE problem.
It's not that Twoie is a bad thing. It's just...unexpected.
posted by waltzingmathilda @ 5:05 PM
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