My Saturday

Today was my morning off. My morning off is slightly different than Mr. Sloths. When I woke up it was only Happy and I in bed. The little guy has gotten used to nursing privileges this week as he was teething so he's out of the habit of sleeping through the night. Just as he was waking up Mr. Sloth was getting in the shower which of course meant I was in charge of the kiddos. (So much for sleeping in on my morning off). Within the hour Mr. Sloth had the kids dressed, and on their way to grandmas. After brewing a pot of coffee and wishing my mother a happy birthday I headed for a nice long bath. I took my sweet old time getting ready for the day and then did various tasks around the house I find hard to do with kids around. (They always seem to want attention.) I worked on Demand's Europe scrapbook, read, cleaned, taped numerous pages of books that Demand had tore and fixed a broken wooden rosary....twice.

I had missed the phone call from Mr. Sloth telling me that Demands stomach bug hadn't gone away and she had thrown up all over his parents couch, and himself. He had called on his way to Target to buy some new clothes (yes it was that bad) For the last 48 hours Demand has seemed fine, but has three times just...thrown up. Her best friend has the same mystery disease right now. When Mr. Sloth got home he came in to tell me both kids were asleep in the car so I jumped in and we drove around for a bit so they could both get really good naps in.

Afterwards, Mr. Sloth and I had a quick bite to eat and then I played with the kids and did housework while Mr. Sloth grabbed some ingredient for dinner. He came home just in time for me to head to confession. Since we have to split Mass because we don't want to bring Demand I was heading to Confession AND Mass. It wasn't until Mass had started that I realized I was going to be gone a whole two hours. Yikes! I came home and helped Mr. Sloth put the kids to bed. Neither child was happy about the situation so as Mr. Sloth finally started to cook our dinner we could hear both children screaming. Very pleasant. We were having dinner late because Demand keeps asking for food but we're only letting her eat the BRAT diet and we didn't want to tease her with food. Happy ate his dinner separately.

Hopefully we're done with the Sloths being sick soon as we fly next week!! Oh, and did I mention that it snowed today???

Good Night

Today was a long day. Neither children took an afternoon nap which ended up sending me over the edge. I finally called Mr. Sloth at 4pm and asked him to come home a bit early as I was in no condition to watch the children. He was scheduled to head to his parents to hang out with his dad at 5pm.

One lighthearted moment during the day was when Demand announced to me that she had to use the restroom, she then declared, "Poop, you need to get out! Right Momma?"

Ummm.....right!

I'm also in peek Sports-widow form. This was the third night in a row of "Big Games" and of course all of my Sundays are gone from now until January. Mr. Sloth and I have joked about his baseball team heading to the world series just in time for us to fly to Europe. Sorry Mr. Sloth. To be really ironic it will be a blizzard too.

I don't feel like writing anymore. Good night.

What was that?

The other night Demand was taking a bath and I heard the distinct sound of a VERY loud, VERY long, underwater fart.

I said: "Was that you?"

Demand: "No!"

Me: "What was that?"

Demand: "My butt!"

Quick Update

Quick update.

Happy walked across the room the other night via walker. Big boy!

Demand is three and has been acting like it....I don't wish to expand on that.

Mr. Sloth....who?? I don't know, he's been working non-stop and sleeping on the couch due to illness. He shows up for meals though.

Me. I've started to get a better grip on things. CCD and Bible Study have leveled out,and I'm done with book club for two months because of our "big trip". This week I discovered my FAVORITE show "18 and Counting" had finally added some full episodes online so I can get my fix and once again speak under my breath, "If Michelle Duggar can do it I can do it."

Life is getting better.... and we're heading to Europe this month...with or without money. ;)

Life Happens

It's been a while. What can I say, life happens. Lots of life has been happening.

In the last few weeks we've been extremely busy around here. I've had only two free mornings in the past few weeks and that's the only time I have to get anything done. Over the past few weeks we've restarted CCD and Bible Study, and book club which has meant countless hours of reading. Happy had a double ear infection which was one doctors appointment, and he has another one tomorrow. (unrelated) Demand has had a steady flow of play dates. It's ridiculous, it's getting to the point where she's double booking now.

I can't remember the last time I bought groceries and what's worse I can't remember the last time I cleaned out our refrigerator. Today I yelled at Demand to get out of our bedroom because all the piles of laundry made it dangerous to navigate. (She did end up hurting herself) Mr. Sloth is sick now and the kids seem to be on the threshold of "something" as well. Just keeping our dishes clean has been a battle (and we often lose) Tonight was the first time in a few weeks I've had the upstairs cleaned enough to vacuum. Yikes! ...let's move on to another subject.

And the bombshell amidst all of this surprisingly unexpected chaos is that we found out my mom has cancer. Maybe all my spinning plates have helped me deal with the blow. Not that I'm trying to stay busy, it's just happening. I was just thinking how I didn't have anything to do tomorrow and then I remembered that Happy has a meeting with a neurologist tomorrow to double check his "birth abnormality". We spent most of today at an apple orchid (cold and wicked windy, by the way), tomorrow we have the appointment/groceries/library, Wednesday we have CCD, Thursday Bible Study, and Friday a playdate and maybe a Rosary procession in the evening. PLUS, Thurs/Fri/Sat Mr. Sloth has a Republican Convention so he'll be MIA. By the end of the week we'll be two weeks away from our big Europe trip.

Man, life is happening, and it's happening fast.

The sick Mr. Sloth has requested I get off his "bed" (the couch since he is sick) so I will wrap this up. If you hear from me again this week, our life has slowed down just a bit.

Ship in a Bottle

We made some home decorating decisions this weekend. After seeing a neighbors fireplace (more about me talking to neighbors in a bit) I gave Mr. Sloth the suggestion of stoning our fireplace rather than repainting it, he loved the idea. Then we decided to recarpet the living room rather than laminate it as we were planning. We of course don't know how we are paying for any of this but we are sick of looking at this carpet and we need a change of pace with the fireplace. In addition I would like to repaint the downstairs bathroom a more neutral tone and replace the upstairs bathroom rug (also in a neutral tone). The biggest decision though was to move Happy's crib into our closet until we can put up the walls necessary to make the playroom into Demands bedroom, then move Happy into the nursery. Got that??

Trust me it's more chaotic than it sounds.

Moving the crib was like building a ship in a bottle. Scratch that, it's like taking down a ship in one bottle and moving it to another bottle and reassembling it, but not before removing and relocating half the contents of your closet, including a dresser, when you've run out of storage around the house as it is. The crib fits into the closet with a half an inch on either side to spare. During the very last step of assembling the crib I thought I might not have enough room to put the screw into the side and fit the allen wrench in as well. It was close. Our closet is very large which is a blessing. The front part of the closet now houses "some" of our clothes, but the better part of the closet is for the baby. Crib, humidifier, monitor.

Why did we move him, you ask. Well the last week Mr. Sloth and I have found ourselves on the couch most of the night, every night. Happy wakes up (not happy) and will continue to scream at us from the short distance of 6 inches. Nights like last night, I was up every hour either tending to the child, checking on the other child, heading upstairs, heading downstairs.....ugh, I'm tired just thinking about it.

The other night I headed upstairs at 3am to relieve Mr. Sloth only to find him "hiding" in the bathroom so Happy couldn't see him and would therefore fall back asleep. I'm not making this up people.


In the unfortunate event of us being in the house for more than another year our plan is to have him in the closet until we can move him to the nursery and move Demand to a newly constructed bedroom. Then once "another one" comes along Happy can join his sister in her room and the new baby can have the nursery as soon as we choose.

(Disclaimer: There is NOT another Sloth on the way as of yet...at least that we are aware of.)

Anyway, that's what has happened here this weekend. I have yet to find a place to store my wedding dress but I love an organizing challenge I guess.

Wish me luck!

Some Recent Photos

 

My two angels before Sunday Mass.

 

At my godson's Baptism.

 

My boy can stand!!

 

Poor kid's first fat lip!