Wasn't in the blogging mood yesterday, but there were some mentionable things there, so let's recap:
In the morning, I had my first-ever appointment with a chiropractor. I went in not knowing what to expect and became more skeptical as the visit wore on. But since my back spasms (from nerve damage in my lower spine, thanks to anesthesiologist error before my last c-section) have been plaguing me lately, I decided to check it out.
The "doctor," which term amuses me for this field - and I'm sorry if you're a chiropractor or married to one, but... yeah, let's leave it at that - was nice, and thoroughly checked all my reflexes and bones and range of movement. The idea that after studying how to press on someone's back in the "right" way means someone should be called a doctor, well, I don't think so. If that's the case, I have a degree in Mommology after some 8+ years of study, no?
(So now you know what my Facebook status was about yesterday, if you saw that!)
I'm a skeptic anyway when it comes to all forms of healing. Prayer, I know it works, but after growing up as a Christian Scientist whose religion failed my dying mother, I also know that it doesn't always work. Medicine, of course, has crossed leaps and bounds through the years, but it still has many limitations. So does surgery. But perhaps the thing I'm most skeptical about is holistic healing methods, whether they be vitamins and supplements, massage, acupuncture/pressure, and... chiropractic.
Maybe it's just because it's not something I'm familiar with, or maybe it's because it's not as well understood in general, but holistics often seem kooky to me. I've even tried acupuncture, in my depression counseling after Robby died. I don't know where I'm going with this whole topic, really, except to say that if it heals my back and brings about the end of these awful, awful spasms, I will be quite surprised.
So we shall see. After the exam, they took several x-rays (and hey, I fit in the "large" shorts with no "X" in front of them, to take the pictures) and sent me on my way. I have to go back in tomorrow (Weds) morning to discuss them. Should be interesting.
I got home and immediately called the city people about signing up for the next substitute teacher training and orientation meeting, which is mandatory, obviously, before starting to sub. Imagine how disheartened I was when I found out that the next meeting isn't until January 21st!!! Guess I should have called sooner. Bah.
I spent much of the rest of the day after that making - and mailing - tutus for the shop and a couple custom orders, including the one 2nd down from the top. That was requested on Facebook for a blogger friend of mine in the UK, and I just loved her color combination of pinks, red and burgundy so much, I had to make a second for the shop! It's my new favorite. Or favourite, as she would say. ;)
In the evening, I gathered up the children to get to Chloë's 1730 dentist appointment. It was already dark and raining when we got there, so we had to dash into the building. And I am not a dasher. I even ran up the stairs instead of taking the elevator. I was kind of proud of that. You know, we skinnies who way under 200 lbs have to keep up our figures somehow. ☺
I had called the dentist for the appointment because - did I already mention this? - all of her teeth, especially the incoming adult teeth, were turning brown! It was disgusting, looked like she'd eaten poop. Of course, I wasn't going to sit idly by and let her teeth turn brown, and all the power brushing I'd made her do didn't make a dent in it. I thought it was either some kind of dietary deficiency or something in the water, but that didn't really make sense to me, since it wasn't happening to the other kids' teeth.
After what seemed like forever (and dodging the other waiting parents' dirty looks whenever Sophie or Jack coughed their nasty post-flu coughs), Dr. C. called me in. Turns out that some teeth, especially new ones, are more porous than others, and they stain very easily. He said brushing wouldn't take care of it, but that he was able to get it all off using his instruments. I checked; her smile is brilliant now! (Well, except for the four missing teeth.) If it happens again, I can either bring her back for another scraping, or do it myself with... now what did he say? Oh yeah, a toothpick. I don't really see a toothpick doing the job, though.
I was craving Boston Market like a madwoman, and I'd seen the signs for "Kids Eat Free" the other day, so I thought I'd stop there for dinner. The four of us can easily get by on one combo meal, especially the way the kids haven't been eating at all lately. We went in and waited in line - the first time I'd ever been in there - and looked over the menu. We got the 3-piece dark combo, with two sides and a mini loaf of cornbread, for I think $6.99. Perfect! However, it turned out to be twice as much after adding four drinks, so that would really only be cost-effective if we took it home and used our own drinks.
Chloë requested the mac-n-cheese for one of the sides, and I got mashed potatoes for the other. I was literally in shock when I set the tray down on the table, handed each of them a fork (because I'd forgotten to ask for exra plates), and watched Chloë lean over the plate and inhale every last molecule of macaroni and cheese. I about passed out, I was so excited to see her finally eating!! And then she asked for more! We finished up what we could eat, which wasn't much as I got full quickly and the other two still weren't up to it and then waited in line to get her another big bowl of the stuff. $5 for that! Crazy. So in the end, the meal didn't turn out to be the best value for us, but man oh man, was I delighted to see Chloë devour that food.
At the end of the night, after the kids went to bed, I sat and started knitting on Luke's booties while watching TV. Monday nights on CBS are my favorite right now... but anyway, I'd show you a picture of the knitting progress, except it looks exactly like the mittens so far! I'm only a little way into the first cuff. Then I got so tired, (and yet not sleepy), I took a whole sleeping pill (normally half if any) and went to bed.
Today, the children didn't have school. I don't know if it was for Election Day or what, but there were parent-teacher conferences scheduled. Some how, I didn't get notified about having any, so I didn't do that.
I slept way late, after that sleeping pill. Waaay late. The kids had helped themselves to cereal, banana bread, and yogurt, so they were calmly playing next to me in the living room when I finally came to.
It took me a minute to wake up, and then I surveyed the damage: minimal. Except in the kitchen, but I decided to close the imaginary doors to that room and pretend it didn't exist!
Then I surveyed myself: Hair still looked okay, makeup was coming off and rubbed under my eyes, and clothes looked good. Yep, I washed my face and went out in yesterday's clothes! I don't do that often, but I needed to get that UK box packaged up and shipped out, which we went and did, and then go vote.
The gubernatorial election was today, and it was really the only one I cared about. My guy lost. Oh, well. I don't really feel attached to this state, like I did to Florida, so I'm not broken up about it the way I was when Jeb Bush became Governor down there. I am SO not a fan of the Bush family!
Then I talked to my dad for a long time, after we went home to get Chloë ready for soccer practice. She missed all last week and was excited to get back. My dad was good... he's planning to get married for the 5th (??) time (wait, I have to count) (yes, 5th) in February and is planning to go on a honeymoon cruise. We are not invited to the wedding, but nobody is except one local couple they're friends with, to stand up for them. The cruise jogged my memory to ask him, since he is a cruise travel agent, about Rob and I maybe going on a short cruise to Bermuda for our 10th anniversary next (2011) January. Seems there are no cruises to Bermuda until May, so we'll have to come up with another idea or delay the trip 'til after our anniversary.
And, I said, I didn't know about taking the kids with us or going alone, since our regular babysitter (Steph) has gone and had a baby, and I didn't know if she'd be up to watching ours for a few days with a 1½-year-old of her own. Well, he volunteered himself and Kathy to do the job. I've never met her, and I don't trust him on his own with them, so I definitely had to reserve my answer until after I've gotten to know her a little better! He seemed tremendously excited about the prospect of keeping the grandkids for a while, though, so maybe I'll have to loosen the reins a little bit, now that they're a little older, and let him try.
Eek, though! Eek!
But I digress.
We got to soccer, and I was wearing what I wore yesterday brown pants and a silky brown short-sleeved mock-turtleneck, with my brown Crocs. It was definitely a brown day. I looked good, but the weather had turned since we were out earlier, and it was COLD! The kids didn't have their coats, either, but at least they were running around the whole time and keeping warm. I shivered and held my nips in, since they were sticking out halfway to China. COLD! (And by cold, I mean it was like 60º, hehe.)
Coach cut soccer short, so it was only a half-hour long, and then we were dismissed to meet a half-hour later at the pizza place for the end-of-season soccer party. There are still 2 weeks left in the season, but apparently some people are going to miss it (as we were), so they held it early. We had to kick in $20 each for pizza and sodas, trophies, Coach gifts, and what-not. I thought that was a little steep, and then I had to pay for my food and the Littles' separately, too!
Well, just when I was getting ready to order for us three, Coach leaned over and told me and the other mom who was sitting at the same table with him (we were at about six separate tables) that we could just share with the team pizza, and not to worry about it. Which was a relief, since I didn't relish buying a huge pizza and none of the three of us eating much.
Only, Jack and Sophie ate! They ate and ate and ate, in fact. Jack ate two slices, and Sophia ate FOUR. FOUR!! That's more than she normally eats. I ate one, and a bite here and there of theirs. There was plenty of pizza for the team, too, so I didn't feel so bad.
Party time at the Y Not Pizza on Providence Road - their pizza is GOOD! I'd never had it before, but we'll have to go there again sometime.
Each of the kids was given a ball of dough to play with while they waited for the pizza to come out. Sophie was quite creative with hers.
This was supposed to be a cute picture of Sophia with her buddy, Coach Matt, but...
Chloë receiving her trophy. She was given the "Lionhearted Award," for always going back out there and trying her hardest. She got a certificate, her soccer pictures, and a goody bag filled with soccer-themed trinkets. Fun stuff!
The first trophy earned by one of our kids! I've never gotten a trophy either, so even though all the girls got one, I'm still excited by it. The even spelled her name right!
Coach Matt and his busy wife, Tina
A nice picture of Chloë and Coach - I think they are pretty fond of each other. He's a really nice man; I like him, too.
After that, we went home. The kids did their homework, and it actually got done quite quickly for once. Amazingly so, actually, now that I think about it.
Then they took a bath, while I took a break and farmed my crops on Facebook. :P
And then we folded and put away about six loads of laundry, plus a garbage bag full of clothes from Aunt Stacey that I'd brought home and forgotten about in August.
And then they went to bed. Yee-haw!!
Remember how I Swiffered and mop-Swiffered the floor the other day, and behold, it was good? Yeah, that was long since a thing of the past, and the place was covered in dog hair and muddy paw prints once again. So, I cleaned anew and got the place looking shiny and sparkly again. It feels so much nicer in here. Guess I better invest in a mop, since it looks like it's going to be a muddy winter.
And then do you want to know what nasty thing I did next? Do ya?
Remember when we went to Jack's Halloween party for Cub Scouts, and we had to take the carved pumpkins along with us? Well... I never actually took them back OUT of the van. Hee! I remembered them the other day and asked Rob to take them out, but he didn't, so I decided to go 'head and get that taken care of. And this was the icky sight that greeted me: two rotten and moldy jack o' lanterns, grimacing up at me from the trunkeral portion of the van.
Eww, it left this behind when I removed it (to the street behind me, because I wasn't carrying that nasty thing any further than that)!
And the big guy, who was completely mushy through-and-through
The mold looked like snow inside! Delicious!
So I took those out, and then ran back inside for some heavy-duty cleaning supplies. I managed to get the stain completely out from the big pumpkin, but the dark marks were still left behind from the small one, above. Shoot. I'll have to try again tomorrow. Nasty, right?
And oh, I ran to the store too, for milk and OJ and, well, sushi, and these:
Tinkerbell decided to come up and nuzzle the matches just as I was taking the picture. Who can guess what I'm going to do with 24 boxes of matches? (No, I'm not an arsonist.)
So it's 0100 now, and still no sign of Rob home from work. Hmph. Guess I won't be seeing him tonight. Cheerio, then!