Oy to the vey. I am exhaustulated.
Yesterday, I did some laundry in the morning, and then we went out to Hooters (which I call by another, less blog-friendly name) for a lunchtime mystery shop. Suddenly, I found myself a football widow. This is new. The only sporting event I've ever known Rob to really watch was Le Tour. But he was glued to the Chiefs/Packers game the entire time, while I stared at him, bemused.
Afterward, we went to a holiday craft bazaar. My therapist is on the board - well, some board, I don't know exactly which, but it involves volunteering - of CHKD. I have been donating my packages to her to give to the hospital, and she and her group get credit hours that they, in turn, donate back to the hospital. Or something. Anyway, there was this annual bazaar off of Wesleyan Rd here in town, for the benefit of CHKD, and she invited me. First thing, our entry tickets won me a prize! We were there less than five minutes when my newly-purchased ticket number was called. That was a hoot. I won a silver trinket box that's quite heavy. I'll use it.
Then we found Dr. Linda, and she was so pleased that we came. Like I keep saying, if it weren't for our relationship in her office, I'm sure we'd be friends outside of it. We get along swimmingly.
I moved along, drifting along the tables, with nothing particular in mind to buy except for Christmas ornaments. We were in the Hallmark store the other day and started admiring the 2007 ornaments. Rob's mom always sends us each one for our tree, every year, and they are so fun to receive. But we found so many great ones that we decided to buy them for ourselves each year, too!
I stopped at a table when I noticed tarts for sale. You know, tarts? I have a few already, but I broke my tart burner last year. So I was glad to see she had some for sale. I bought a cute little one-piece one, and half a dozen tarts, and then I bought her cinnamon bun candles with little cupcake wrapper-looking trays. Cute, cute. I love burning smelly-goods. That's how I 'clean' my house!
I asked around and found out that lovely ornaments were being sold outside. I made my way out there, and they were right. Adorable schtuff made out of shells, seahorses, urchins, sea stars and sand dollars. Chloë quickly picked out a kitty face made from a sand dollar. I was just going to buy one for each of the kids - they weren't so cheap - but I quickly found five I liked. And more than that, but let's not go too crazy. I got an ice cream cone one for me, a mermaid one for Jack, a delicate, elegant little seahorse one for Rob, and ... I can't remember what I picked out for Sophia. They're already wrapped up in the attic with our Christmas decorations, so you'll have to wait until December to see 'em.
On our way out, I stopped at the "table" - racks, really - of the lady who was selling handmade baby knitted garments. I asked her how she was doing with her sales, telling her I knit too but haven't taken the chance on selling anything at a craft show before. Well, to make a long story short, she is looking for knitters to make up her designs, and we exchanged cards, and she might be calling me to do this. Fun! I'll get paid by the piece (no idear how much), and then my samples will be sent to Bulgaria to be made by... kids in sweatshops? Hopefully not!
When we left there, it was too late to go to my friend Tabitha's Discovery Toys catalog. Sorry, Tab. Remember to bring me a catalog on Wednesday! So I drove the family home and went along to Best Buy to do a shop there. I freakin' hate those Best Buy shops. They are so tedious. So I wasn't exactly disappointed when I couldn't do it. I arrived to find all the employees standing out front, eating sandwiches and tossing around a football. Say what? When I approached, I was told the power was out inside and I couldn't enter. Well. Okay. I went home and can't remember what I did then. I think I might have taken a short nap? I really don't know. If it's not documented on the Palm, I have no idea what happened or is going to happen in my life, anymore!
Later in the evening, I decided to make some kind of bread. Flipping through the Joy of Cooking, I decided to make a challah bread. I love challah. I have a really good recipe for it somewhere, but who knows where it is? So I made theirs and changed it around a little. It looked pretty good (I did a four-strand braid for once, if it's hard to see here) and tasted better. Usually I like to make it with raisins and use a sweet margarine, but this called for salt on top, so I skipped the sweet stuff. I liked it. Like my way better.
While I was making up the dough and Rob was doing dishes or some such, we heard an odd noise coming from Chloë, who had fallen asleep down on the living room couch. The lightbulb suddenly went on, and we ran in there to find her projectile vomiting all over herself and her blankets, over and over. Gah! Poor baby. She's just getting over a bad cold and now this. Into the tub for her (with Daddy; I had to get to work on my dough).
And I knitted and finished making all the pieces of the sweater after that. Finally! I started sewing it up, but my meds kicked in and I had to quit for the night.
When my alarm went off this morning at 7, I went in to get Chloë and remembered about the puking and heard her coughing again like crazy, I made the executive decision to keep her home, once again, from school. I've just gotten a note home about her missing 7 days already, so I was torn about that decision. When we got home a couple hours later to get Jack ready for school, she said she felt fine and wanted me to bring her in. So I called and spoke to the school nurse, told her what was going on, and asked what I should do. She said to keep her home. I kept.
I showered and got dressed, got everyone else dressed in warm clothes and changed Sophie from diaper to unnerpannies. I fed them all breakfast, raced to make Jack's lunch, get his shoes and socks on, bundle him in his coat, get his lunch box and notebook in his backpack, and generally get him ready for school. We waited. And waited. And waited. And the bus never came. Finally, I called to school to ask if there was some reason for the delay. Uh, yeah, there was. "Ma'am, there's no school today and tomorrow." Ohhhhh. Right. I knew that. Der.
Which meant I'd have to drag three kids along with me - instead of the usual one - to do all the shops and things I had planned for today. Rats. Taking care of three little kids at home is exhausting enough. Spending all day on the go with them? Downright depleting.
[After my shower, I'd found red welts all over my arms. Some of them itched. Now, hours later while I type up this blog, I've gotten more welts all over my body, and I'm itching like crazy. I'm going nuts! No new perfumes, lotions, shampoos, detergents, or anything else I can think of along those lines. Waaaahhhhhh.]
First we went to Farm Fresh to get cash for some shops I had to do. I successfully talked my way out of a ticket for parking in the fire lane (oops. my bad) when I came out. Then I had to go home again, having forgotten my dang shop folder. Argh. We went around the corner to Wawa (yes, it's seriously called that, for those who don't know) for gas and noted that they have free coffee from 4-7 PM every day. Too bad I don't drink coffee, but Rob does.
We headed to Target for our first mystery shop of the day. I had to spend $20-25 in cash there, so I got Chloë a bunch of new belts and undies. She picked out Barbie, Hello Kitty, and Little Mermaid skivvies. Cute stuff. Rob didn't care to see it. He's such a dad. I finished that shop, and then found my way to Cato for the next shop. I always try to tell my children about the behavior I expect from them when we go anywhere, and this time I repeated several times that they were not to touch anything. They complied. For about 30 seconds. Then they managed to touch, pick up, caress - but not drop, thank goodness - everything in sight. It was a frustrating shop.
They were hungry afterward and let me know it. So I pulled around the corner into the McDonald's parking lot to get them a few mcnuggets, when babysitter/friend Stephanie called us from another McD's, where she was lunching. We drove to where she was to join her. Only she wasn't there. Apparently there are two different ones "down the road" from our house. So this time, she drove to us. The kids were so excited to see her. And go in the play structure. Steph and I visited while they climbed up through all the tubes.
When it was time to go, Chloë and Jack came quickly and got their shoes on. Sophia, however, got herself stuck way up high and refused to come the way I was telling her. She sat there and cried. Aww. Now, my fat ass won't fit through the tubes, and Steph was hesitant to go up there, too. So she walked over to another mother in the play room and beseeched her to go fetch my kid. She did! She had no idea how to get up there (and her son was too afraid to get up that high), so she crawled through, little by little, while we directed her. It was quite amusing. We'd say, "Go through the red tube!" and she'd yell down, "Where's the red tube?" "Go down the yellow slide!" "Where's the yellow slide?" Finally, she found her way to my baby, plucked her up, and followed our directions to get back out again. She slid down the big yellow slide with Sophia on our lap, and it was a very happy reunion all around.
Then we noticed Sophia didn't have any shoes on, and they weren't in the cubby holes either. Gahhhh!! We just left with her barefoot, and then I realized they were in the car, where she'd thrown them off, and I'd never noticed!
I had tried bribing Sophia to come down with a piece of Halloween candy (which I didn't have with me), so we went home to get some for each of the kids. I sent Jack and Chloë upstairs to brush their teeth, and we hurried around the corner to their dentist appointments. They really dote on the kids there. Chloë's mouth was finally big enough to do x-rays for the first time, and we could see her six-year molars trying to push through. My baby is teething again! And for the first time, Jacky actually let Dr. Mallory look at his teeth. And clean them. And put fluoride on them. Good job, "Wild Man Jack" - as the hygienist keep calling him!
Rob was home from work by this point, so I dropped three very tired kids off with him before heading right back out again for two more shops on Laskin Rd. First up was GNC, and that went quickly and smoothly. By the time I got out of there, though, it was just past 1700 and therefore too late to do the Verizon shop I had scheduled. Oh, well, I can do it tomorrow. I made my way home, where I wanted to crash into a tired heap.
But I couldn't. I had a PTA board meeting at Chloë's school at 1830. So to keep myself from lying down and missing the thing, I got the cookbook back out and made a sourdough starter. I left the house for school with floury hand prints on my shirt, but I didn't care. I was hoping it would say, "I'm in the middle of something bakey, let's get this meeting done and over with," but it still went over two hours as usual.
That's about it. I watched telly after that and finished the baby sweater. Here 'tis. It's all right. Soft as hell, but the collar is fajucked. I think the pattern is screwy, and I would change it next time. The kids were still napping. Tired out and not feeling well. Sophia came down and had some din, but the older two never got up at all. I'm going to send Chloë to school tomorrow. Unless she pukes tonight. Knock on wood.
This is for you, Visty.