Today didn't start out well, at least the first five hours past midnight. I went to bed early last night thinking I could get up earlier (and because I was tired) but I had a hard time falling asleep. At some point around 1am I had a dream that involved a doorbell and I woke up suddenly. Mr. Sloth and I spent the next fifteen minutes trying to figure out if it was a real doorbell. Then I couldn't get back to sleep because when I woke with a jolt it woke up baby and now baby was kicking the life out of me. It took a long while to fall asleep, but it wasn't for long. Mr. Sloth then had a dream which made him half scream in his sleep again waking us both...I mean the three of us. After the kicking stopped again and I was almost asleep Demand started screaming in her sleep. (Unfortunately a common occurrence.) Mr. Sloth got her back to sleep but within the hour I heard the pitter-patter of her feet in our room. Sure enough it was her and she was scared. After I put her back to bed and finally got back to sleep I stayed asleep until 7:50am. I met Mr. Sloth in the kitchen thinking he would be at Mass by now. Turns out he was going to let me sleep in but now that I was up he decided to catch Mass afterall.
So that's how the day started. I am much pleased with how it turned out.
After an understandably leisurely start to the morning the slothlings and I were dressed and ready for the day by 9am. After I was unable to set up a playdate for the morning I decided to take the kids to the library but we had an hour to kill until they opened. For the most part they were self entertained while I did some laundry. I then had the idea to work on sorting and consolidating the art boxes in preparation for the school year. I let the kids play with some of the supplies they hadn't seen in a while. It was great entertainment while I did some sorting and cleaned the playroom a bit. They had so much fun Demand didn't want to go to the library! I practically had to force her in the van.
We got to the library just as it opened and there were plenty of other children there. It's nice that it's such a child friendly library. It was "Art Attack Friday" and it was a project that Demand could do. Demand started in on the project and with a deep breath I let Happy out of the stroller. He was really good he stayed close and played with appropriate things...for a while. With Happy in sight I snuck away to the reserve shelf to pick up a book that was waiting for me. (The whole reason we were there to start with) For about one minute I couldn't find Demand. This is very unlike Demand. She wasn't in the reading house or by the kids books or by the crafts. VERY unlike her. Finally she popped out from behind a giant decoration. The reading house was too crowded and she wanted to read on her own.
About that time Happy decided to test his limits. Mr. Sloth and I are cracking down more and more on his running about. I guessed it was the best time to start training him how to act in the library. He ran all the way across the library so into the stroller he went. At first I thought I could just put him in unstrapped but when he jumped out mid-ride (impressive actually) I decided straps were necessary. So there he sat the rest of the visit. He could still read books and play with toys so he was happy. Demand helped me check out as always. Our library has self check out like at a grocery store and Demand is really getting good at scanning the books. 23 books!! Only four of them were mine.
Since it was nice outside, I had moderate energy and it was fifteen minutes before lunchtime I decided to take the kids to the toddler park on the way home. It's a great park because everything is low; no big drop offs and Happy can do everything on his own. Plus it's mostly fenced in so I wouldn't have to chase him. They played for about twenty minutes and then we headed home to meet Daddy for lunch. After lunch I put music on for the kids while they cleaned the living room and I cleaned the kitchen. After the kitchen and living room were moderately acceptable I finally sat down on the couch to read the kids some new library books. They had been begging since we got home. We read for a half an hour before heading up to nap time.
I was truly hoping that the kids would sleep well since it was such a bad night for me and they did! Two whole hours!! Since I was still a little groggy when we all woke up I treated the kids to Curious George while I snuggled with Happy on the couch. I just have to keep cuddling with him while he's still the baby in the family.
That brings us to the present. Mr. Sloth will be home in an hour to grill up some Salmon. Surely I can keep things peaceful for one hour, right?
Mr. Sloth is heading out tonight for a birthday gathering with friends. Obscure and Mr. Sloth were born three days apart at the same hospital so they often celebrate their birthdays together. I'm invited of course I just have the slothling situation and the non-drinking situation. I'll catch you next year guys! That's OK I have new books from the library to work on as well as some home school stuff to prepare for next week. I'll most likely end up watching Netflix in bed while munching but that will be fun too.
The Sloths
Lazywife, Mr. Sloth, Demand, Prophet, Rooster, and King
Friday, July 23, 2010
Monday, July 19, 2010
A Normal Day
I can't imagine having mentioned this before but two weekends ago Mr. Sloth and I found our dream home, a half block away from our Church. It was built by a doctor in 1936, basically a mansion in it's day. Honestly, this home was built with us in mind. The good news is it's $200,000 less than we thought it would be, but the bad news is that it's $100,000 more than we are looking for. Never the less we are praying about it as God does like to work miracles. Besides we weren't looking for the house it would put in front of us (on the way to Church no less) and even though it's in a town where homes are snatched up fast we are apparently the only ones interested so far. We thought it would be fun to see it again yesterday after Mass as they were having another open house. We decided to walk there and took the back way. I kid you not we had to walk around three swarms of bees to get there. THREE! They were so numerous that we had to cross the street each time. Truth be told I'm afraid of bees. It's just one of those injuries that I don't want to have to deal with. Regardless of my fear I tried to convince Mr. Sloth that it was St. Rita telling us to get the house. He was thinking the opposite. Of course after seeing the home a second time I liked it even more. This week I am going to try and forget about the house so I don't waste my time dreaming.
The house has made for a nice distraction though. Tomorrow is the funeral for Mr. Sloth's father. The siblings have all retreated for a bit. The ones from out of town are busy regathering with their families before the funeral tomorrow so I tried to make today as normal as possible. That however has not been the case. Today has been rather challenging and not in the least bit productive. I'm dealing with some last trimester issues but Happy doesn't understand that. All I wanted to do was sit down and all he wanted to do was run to the neighbors house and after retrieving him from there he ran up and over our hill towards the street. I was done so we came inside until nap time. I made the mistake of trying to use the bathroom as he used those two minutes to find a pencil and draw on our hallway walls. It took all I had not to be mad at him as I've never told him otherwise. The little guy was so proud of himself.
Thankfully though he is still asleep from nap time and it's almost 4pm. This is definitely a blessing. In the few minutes here and there that I have energy I've been able to fold a bit of laundry and pick up a few things but my time is limited. I truly don't blame the flies in my kitchen, if I were a fly, I'd be in my kitchen too. I was able to get some groceries today which was definitely productive but I forgot to put the frozen spinach away which was counter productive.
Oh, well. I have to let go I guess. It's the price we pay for growing another adorable little slothling.
33 weeks today!
It's about as comfortable as it looks.
I'm running out of sports balls to describe my growing belly.
The house has made for a nice distraction though. Tomorrow is the funeral for Mr. Sloth's father. The siblings have all retreated for a bit. The ones from out of town are busy regathering with their families before the funeral tomorrow so I tried to make today as normal as possible. That however has not been the case. Today has been rather challenging and not in the least bit productive. I'm dealing with some last trimester issues but Happy doesn't understand that. All I wanted to do was sit down and all he wanted to do was run to the neighbors house and after retrieving him from there he ran up and over our hill towards the street. I was done so we came inside until nap time. I made the mistake of trying to use the bathroom as he used those two minutes to find a pencil and draw on our hallway walls. It took all I had not to be mad at him as I've never told him otherwise. The little guy was so proud of himself.
Thankfully though he is still asleep from nap time and it's almost 4pm. This is definitely a blessing. In the few minutes here and there that I have energy I've been able to fold a bit of laundry and pick up a few things but my time is limited. I truly don't blame the flies in my kitchen, if I were a fly, I'd be in my kitchen too. I was able to get some groceries today which was definitely productive but I forgot to put the frozen spinach away which was counter productive.
Oh, well. I have to let go I guess. It's the price we pay for growing another adorable little slothling.
33 weeks today!
It's about as comfortable as it looks.
I'm running out of sports balls to describe my growing belly.
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Out of the Loop
Most days I am convinced that the only people who read my blog are Mr. Sloth's relatives and of course my parents, however I do have to remember that there are others out there. In that case you wouldn't know that Mr. Sloth's father passed away this week. He had a death you can only plan on having, but not actually expect. It was a holy death and he was surrounded by friends and family for his last few days. Mr. Sloth has had siblings in town since last Sunday and some will be here until a day or two after the funeral which is Tuesday. There are eighteen grandchildren ages 13 down to unborn (our little sloth-ling) so as you can imagine we make our presence known...or at least heard.
So that is what the Sloths have been up to and that's what we'll be up to for the next few days.
So that is what the Sloths have been up to and that's what we'll be up to for the next few days.
Thursday, July 8, 2010
What a difference a day makes!
Two days ago was rough. The children cried and hung on me all day and while I had done a great job of getting ahead in housework the day before all evidence was gone. Demand refused to clean anything and the only one to nap was Happy and it was only for an hour. I was a wreck. This was all after a horrid Sunday, which is another story to be shared later this week. So Monday evening after the long rough day I was getting clothes ready for Tuesday and stumbled into prayer time with Mr. Sloth and slothlings. Mr. Sloth said, "What are you thankful for, Momma?" I usually try to come up with something noble as an example for the kids but in reality sunk in and I said, "I'm thankful for warm baths and root beer floats." I had no idea! While Mr. Sloth finished putting the children to sleep I took a most lovely bath. I really felt as though I had washed the day away. I did spent a good amount of the evening cleaning up the mess of the day but for the most part I relaxed with Mr. Sloth had my root beer float and watch a documentary.
Yesterday was great! Months ago I debated keeping my gym membership as I never seemed to us it, but I kept telling myself I wanted it for the summer to take the kids to the really nice outdoor pool. Our neighbor and friend has a membership too so she came along with her one year old. It was so much fun and such a welcomed change of pace. As I sat comfortably waist high in the gradual entry pool playing in the fountain with Happy I realized it would be a better day. After a surprisingly delicious lunch there we drove the twenty minutes home for naptime. Happy was already asleep but transferred well to his crib. I convinced Demand to read her Tag books in my bed with the headphones and she obliged eventually exchanging her headphones for a pillow as well. Happy woke up cheerful at 3pm and played with babydolls until Demand woke up at 3:30pm. She was a bit crabby for a while which rubbed off on Happy but we pushed through. I was able to improv a decent dinner play with kids outside. I even got some cuddle time with Happy which is getting harder and harder with my growing tummy. Wow, what a difference a day makes!
I was also introduced to some fantastic Catholic websites yesterday that have really grabbed my interest. Some are for cooking/crafts, some are for schooling home or CCD, and others are just for entertainment. Either way they have my attention. I hope you enjoy them as much as I have. I was introduced to them when I asked some friends for ideas to celebrate feast days with children. It was the feast of St. Maria Goretti and I had made the mistake of reading a story from a 1950's childrens book and not a more modern version. Let's just say the 1950's version doesn't spare any details and while Demand thankfully didn't seem too horrified about the death of this poor little girl, I learned my lesson about not reading stories first even if they are Catholic and made for children.
Ok, here is another attempt at adding the links Catholic Icing, Catholic Toolbox, Catholic Cuisine
Yesterday was great! Months ago I debated keeping my gym membership as I never seemed to us it, but I kept telling myself I wanted it for the summer to take the kids to the really nice outdoor pool. Our neighbor and friend has a membership too so she came along with her one year old. It was so much fun and such a welcomed change of pace. As I sat comfortably waist high in the gradual entry pool playing in the fountain with Happy I realized it would be a better day. After a surprisingly delicious lunch there we drove the twenty minutes home for naptime. Happy was already asleep but transferred well to his crib. I convinced Demand to read her Tag books in my bed with the headphones and she obliged eventually exchanging her headphones for a pillow as well. Happy woke up cheerful at 3pm and played with babydolls until Demand woke up at 3:30pm. She was a bit crabby for a while which rubbed off on Happy but we pushed through. I was able to improv a decent dinner play with kids outside. I even got some cuddle time with Happy which is getting harder and harder with my growing tummy. Wow, what a difference a day makes!
I was also introduced to some fantastic Catholic websites yesterday that have really grabbed my interest. Some are for cooking/crafts, some are for schooling home or CCD, and others are just for entertainment. Either way they have my attention. I hope you enjoy them as much as I have. I was introduced to them when I asked some friends for ideas to celebrate feast days with children. It was the feast of St. Maria Goretti and I had made the mistake of reading a story from a 1950's childrens book and not a more modern version. Let's just say the 1950's version doesn't spare any details and while Demand thankfully didn't seem too horrified about the death of this poor little girl, I learned my lesson about not reading stories first even if they are Catholic and made for children.
Ok, here is another attempt at adding the links Catholic Icing, Catholic Toolbox, Catholic Cuisine
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Holiday Weekend
Friday Mr. Sloth and I were talking about plans for the weekend. I thought we should take the kids to one of the nice outdoor pools our gym has. He then suggested we take the kids to the beach. What a great idea! Demand had just been talking about the beach. Sad to stay that in this wonderful land of beach fronts we've only been once and I wouldn't say it was a success. Demand was two and petrified of sand.
Not only did we decided to go to the beach but it looked like the weather was going to be great for it. Mr. Sloth also wanted to visit his dad so we decided the whole family would visit Grandpa and we researched lakes nearby. Demand knew we were heading to visit Grandpa and then going to a surprise. I stealthily packed all of our beach supplies when the children weren't looking. By 10am we were off to visit Grandpa. After a 40 minute drive we were pleasantly surprised to see not only Grandpa but Grandma too! Demand is always excited to see Grandma. I think we were there around one and a half hours before it was lunch time for everyone, then it was off to the beach.
We didn't tell Demand where we were going until we were already at the beach for five minutes. First thing she saw was a playground but got really excited once we told her we were at a beach. We thankfully found some shade under a public umbrella since I had forgotten to pack ours. Happy has been getting a number of teeth recently. This weekend it was two or three bottom teeth and they were making him crabby and out of sorts. We didn't know how long he would last. The kids were a little slow to warm up to the beach but by the time we were ready to leave they were having a blast. Demand learned about hot sand and for once in her life moved quickly so as not to get burned by the sand. The furthest Mr. Sloth and I went out was where the water was up to our waist. Neither child was interested in going in the water alone so there was nothing to worry about there. In fact it actually made for a rare relaxing time outside since Demand was too intimidated to run or swim off and Happy was out of sorts and new to his environment.
All day if Mr. Sloth went anywhere Happy would panic to be with him so when Mr. Sloth decided to walk into the lake on his own Happy bravely tried to follow. Happy didn't realize the downhill nature of the gradual entry beach and started to gain momentum while heading into the water. I had motioned to Mr. Sloth that Happy was trying to follow him and Mr. Sloth struggled to get back catching Happy just as he was about to go down into the water. It scared Happy enough that he wanted a bit of break out of the water. That was the only time Happy tried to go in the water. Demand would often go up to her knees but no further unless someone was holding her hand.
By 2:30pm it was time to head home. Sticky from sand and water and still warm from the sun we piled into the van. I just want to add that I felt the urge to vacuum just before we left the house but all was in vain as we took half the beach home with us. Both children fell asleep on the hour drive home.
Today is the Fourth of July and we had big plans but as often happens with children plans change. The children have had a lot of stimulation this summer and it's making them crazy, which is making us crazy. I surprised Demand by taking her to see "Toy Story 3" this afternoon. It was supposed to both Mr. Sloth and myself taking her to see the movie but babysitters are always hard for us to find so Mr. Sloth stayed home with Happy and Demand and I went alone. She was beyond excited. In fact every since we told her at 11:30am that we were going to a 2:10pm show she whined and Demanded to go. The movie theater is only a few blocks from our house which is nice but we didn't want Demand to know what it was for as long as possible. The cat is out of the bag now.
She was really cute at the theater and it was definitely fun watching her discover things for the first time. Half way through the movie she hugged me and thanked me for taking her.
Mr. Sloth is putting the children to bed right now. We decided that after a big weekend full of new and exciting things it wasn't worth keeping the kids up to 11pm just to see fireworks that would most likely scare the peaches out of them. Beside, 'we're' too tired to see fireworks. 10pm? That's my bedtime!
I hope that one day soon I will not be quite as exhausted or overwhelmed,but I have a feeling that it is not in my near future. Here are some pictures from the beach.
Not only did we decided to go to the beach but it looked like the weather was going to be great for it. Mr. Sloth also wanted to visit his dad so we decided the whole family would visit Grandpa and we researched lakes nearby. Demand knew we were heading to visit Grandpa and then going to a surprise. I stealthily packed all of our beach supplies when the children weren't looking. By 10am we were off to visit Grandpa. After a 40 minute drive we were pleasantly surprised to see not only Grandpa but Grandma too! Demand is always excited to see Grandma. I think we were there around one and a half hours before it was lunch time for everyone, then it was off to the beach.
We didn't tell Demand where we were going until we were already at the beach for five minutes. First thing she saw was a playground but got really excited once we told her we were at a beach. We thankfully found some shade under a public umbrella since I had forgotten to pack ours. Happy has been getting a number of teeth recently. This weekend it was two or three bottom teeth and they were making him crabby and out of sorts. We didn't know how long he would last. The kids were a little slow to warm up to the beach but by the time we were ready to leave they were having a blast. Demand learned about hot sand and for once in her life moved quickly so as not to get burned by the sand. The furthest Mr. Sloth and I went out was where the water was up to our waist. Neither child was interested in going in the water alone so there was nothing to worry about there. In fact it actually made for a rare relaxing time outside since Demand was too intimidated to run or swim off and Happy was out of sorts and new to his environment.
All day if Mr. Sloth went anywhere Happy would panic to be with him so when Mr. Sloth decided to walk into the lake on his own Happy bravely tried to follow. Happy didn't realize the downhill nature of the gradual entry beach and started to gain momentum while heading into the water. I had motioned to Mr. Sloth that Happy was trying to follow him and Mr. Sloth struggled to get back catching Happy just as he was about to go down into the water. It scared Happy enough that he wanted a bit of break out of the water. That was the only time Happy tried to go in the water. Demand would often go up to her knees but no further unless someone was holding her hand.
By 2:30pm it was time to head home. Sticky from sand and water and still warm from the sun we piled into the van. I just want to add that I felt the urge to vacuum just before we left the house but all was in vain as we took half the beach home with us. Both children fell asleep on the hour drive home.
Today is the Fourth of July and we had big plans but as often happens with children plans change. The children have had a lot of stimulation this summer and it's making them crazy, which is making us crazy. I surprised Demand by taking her to see "Toy Story 3" this afternoon. It was supposed to both Mr. Sloth and myself taking her to see the movie but babysitters are always hard for us to find so Mr. Sloth stayed home with Happy and Demand and I went alone. She was beyond excited. In fact every since we told her at 11:30am that we were going to a 2:10pm show she whined and Demanded to go. The movie theater is only a few blocks from our house which is nice but we didn't want Demand to know what it was for as long as possible. The cat is out of the bag now.
She was really cute at the theater and it was definitely fun watching her discover things for the first time. Half way through the movie she hugged me and thanked me for taking her.
Mr. Sloth is putting the children to bed right now. We decided that after a big weekend full of new and exciting things it wasn't worth keeping the kids up to 11pm just to see fireworks that would most likely scare the peaches out of them. Beside, 'we're' too tired to see fireworks. 10pm? That's my bedtime!
I hope that one day soon I will not be quite as exhausted or overwhelmed,but I have a feeling that it is not in my near future. Here are some pictures from the beach.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Glad That's Over
Well I knew our lives would be busy this summer but I really had no idea how crazy life would be. We have enough written on our calendar to look overwhelming, through in some unexpected life events, a third trimester and attempts at summer-homeschooling and life gets insane.
Two or three weeks ago (I honestly can't remember) we had our big trip to D.C. It was a 22 hour drive there over two days. Then we spent a lovely week with many dear friends we haven't seen in years. We might have even arranged a marriage for Demand. The purpose of the trip was the ordination of a close friend to the priesthood. We were definitely not disappointed. Although Mr. Sloth described the situation perfectly when he said, "It's so weird to call someone "Father" whom you did mischievous things with in college" The long drives, hot weather and walking was more than this pregnant lady could bear. We were only in D.C. for 24 hours when we decided that, no, we couldn't move back to D.C., we are very happy where we are now.
Probably the most amusing story of our trip was actually on the way home. We stopped to visit friends in Indiana for the night. It was 9:30pm, and three blocks from their home when Happy fell asleep. Demand was up for another hour and then the adults spent yet another hour catching up before collectively deciding to head to bed. Just as we stood up the carbon monoxide detectors went off. When our host couldn't get them to stop we decided we should leave the house; leave the house meant carrying five sleeping children out of the house and as always, two of us were pregnant. Happy stayed asleep for a while but eventually woke up, Demand woke up right away and was not pleased with the situation. By 1am it had been decided that there was no danger and we attempted to go to sleep, but by that time Happy had found another burst of energy. So exhausting!
I don't think we were home from our trip one day before the craziness increased. Mr. Sloth's father was hospitalized again. Over the past year between our two families someone has been in the hospital at any given time. It's becoming a 'boy who cried wolf' situation, happening so often we're becoming used to it. Sunday was the worst father's day ever. I'm guessing it was vacation detox kicking in but the kids fought all day and they don't fight....ever...even with each other. Mr. Sloth spent most of the day with his dad so I had the worlds crabbiest kids to myself and two weeks worth of cleaning to do. The cleaning never got done, in fact it didn't get done for a week because on Monday I started jury duty and Demand started Vacation Bible School.
I was almost picked for a jury but after explaining that I had small children at home I also explained that I cannot sit for more than five minutes. The judge then jokingly said, "Yes, I think you might be pregnant!" Thankfully he let me go. By noon I was done and only had to call in at noon the next day. I had one big weight off my shoulders but I still had to deal with Vacation Bible School. I love that Demand was able to go but it was in no way convenient. She had to be at school by 9am each day and it's about a 15 min drive into the city during the end of rush hour. Bible school lasted 3 hours making it an awkward amount of time to head home so I spent a lot of time during the week hanging out in the city not home cleaning or even unpacking from our trip. Most nights ended the same with take out dinner, a messy kitchen and me and Mr. Sloth exhausted crawling into bed defeated from the day.
One night Mr. Sloth fell asleep at 8pm while putting the kids to bed when I woke him at 9pm he said, "Yeah, I'm going to bed." Poor guy.
Next it was Friday, Demand's Birthday! It also happened to be the last day of Bible School so we spent the morning at the school for presentations and such. Remember that through all of this I am feeling extremely pregnant complete with unbearable exhaustion and the lack of ability to get comfortable in any position. For this reason I was a little less prepared for this birthday than I had been in the past. I improvised the morning of her birthday by letting her have ice cream for breakfast. Her last day of school started with Mass at 8am but there was no way I could get the kids up, fed, dressed and to the Church by 7:50am. Good grief we barely make it to 10am Mass on Sundays and that's with two parents. So we showed up in time for doughnuts. After the presentations the kids all got ice cream so before 11am Demand had eaten ice cream twice and a chocolate doughnuts. Lovely. We didn't celebrate her birthday much more that day except that we let her pick what she wanted for dinner. She picked hot dogs. Well Mr. Sloth and I don't eat meat on Fridays so we had frozen cheese pizza. Afterward we had hostess cupcakes and sang to Demand before watching a most awesome storm outside our window.
Saturday was the big day for Demand her long awaited party. I'm sure her guardian angel was whispering in her ear when I asked what she wanted to do. Last week was too insane to plan any kind of party so thankfully Demand had asked to have it at the Children's Museum. For one price it was admission for 20 people (that includes one year olds and adults) so it kinda limited how many kids could come but that's ok, and cake, ice cream, juice, and place settings. It was great! No set up or clean up for us and Demand got what she wanted; to play with friends at the Children's Museum.
So those are some highlights from our crazy week here in Slothville. Sad to say that today was enjoyable even with Demand and Mr. Sloth having fevers. First off I woke up at 8:30am and everyone else slept until 9am. I may be decently rested for once. With a sick kid I have every excuse in the world to stay home, stay in my pajamas and get some much needed organizing/purging done.
Ah, so good for my soul!
Two or three weeks ago (I honestly can't remember) we had our big trip to D.C. It was a 22 hour drive there over two days. Then we spent a lovely week with many dear friends we haven't seen in years. We might have even arranged a marriage for Demand. The purpose of the trip was the ordination of a close friend to the priesthood. We were definitely not disappointed. Although Mr. Sloth described the situation perfectly when he said, "It's so weird to call someone "Father" whom you did mischievous things with in college" The long drives, hot weather and walking was more than this pregnant lady could bear. We were only in D.C. for 24 hours when we decided that, no, we couldn't move back to D.C., we are very happy where we are now.
Probably the most amusing story of our trip was actually on the way home. We stopped to visit friends in Indiana for the night. It was 9:30pm, and three blocks from their home when Happy fell asleep. Demand was up for another hour and then the adults spent yet another hour catching up before collectively deciding to head to bed. Just as we stood up the carbon monoxide detectors went off. When our host couldn't get them to stop we decided we should leave the house; leave the house meant carrying five sleeping children out of the house and as always, two of us were pregnant. Happy stayed asleep for a while but eventually woke up, Demand woke up right away and was not pleased with the situation. By 1am it had been decided that there was no danger and we attempted to go to sleep, but by that time Happy had found another burst of energy. So exhausting!
I don't think we were home from our trip one day before the craziness increased. Mr. Sloth's father was hospitalized again. Over the past year between our two families someone has been in the hospital at any given time. It's becoming a 'boy who cried wolf' situation, happening so often we're becoming used to it. Sunday was the worst father's day ever. I'm guessing it was vacation detox kicking in but the kids fought all day and they don't fight....ever...even with each other. Mr. Sloth spent most of the day with his dad so I had the worlds crabbiest kids to myself and two weeks worth of cleaning to do. The cleaning never got done, in fact it didn't get done for a week because on Monday I started jury duty and Demand started Vacation Bible School.
I was almost picked for a jury but after explaining that I had small children at home I also explained that I cannot sit for more than five minutes. The judge then jokingly said, "Yes, I think you might be pregnant!" Thankfully he let me go. By noon I was done and only had to call in at noon the next day. I had one big weight off my shoulders but I still had to deal with Vacation Bible School. I love that Demand was able to go but it was in no way convenient. She had to be at school by 9am each day and it's about a 15 min drive into the city during the end of rush hour. Bible school lasted 3 hours making it an awkward amount of time to head home so I spent a lot of time during the week hanging out in the city not home cleaning or even unpacking from our trip. Most nights ended the same with take out dinner, a messy kitchen and me and Mr. Sloth exhausted crawling into bed defeated from the day.
One night Mr. Sloth fell asleep at 8pm while putting the kids to bed when I woke him at 9pm he said, "Yeah, I'm going to bed." Poor guy.
Next it was Friday, Demand's Birthday! It also happened to be the last day of Bible School so we spent the morning at the school for presentations and such. Remember that through all of this I am feeling extremely pregnant complete with unbearable exhaustion and the lack of ability to get comfortable in any position. For this reason I was a little less prepared for this birthday than I had been in the past. I improvised the morning of her birthday by letting her have ice cream for breakfast. Her last day of school started with Mass at 8am but there was no way I could get the kids up, fed, dressed and to the Church by 7:50am. Good grief we barely make it to 10am Mass on Sundays and that's with two parents. So we showed up in time for doughnuts. After the presentations the kids all got ice cream so before 11am Demand had eaten ice cream twice and a chocolate doughnuts. Lovely. We didn't celebrate her birthday much more that day except that we let her pick what she wanted for dinner. She picked hot dogs. Well Mr. Sloth and I don't eat meat on Fridays so we had frozen cheese pizza. Afterward we had hostess cupcakes and sang to Demand before watching a most awesome storm outside our window.
Saturday was the big day for Demand her long awaited party. I'm sure her guardian angel was whispering in her ear when I asked what she wanted to do. Last week was too insane to plan any kind of party so thankfully Demand had asked to have it at the Children's Museum. For one price it was admission for 20 people (that includes one year olds and adults) so it kinda limited how many kids could come but that's ok, and cake, ice cream, juice, and place settings. It was great! No set up or clean up for us and Demand got what she wanted; to play with friends at the Children's Museum.
So those are some highlights from our crazy week here in Slothville. Sad to say that today was enjoyable even with Demand and Mr. Sloth having fevers. First off I woke up at 8:30am and everyone else slept until 9am. I may be decently rested for once. With a sick kid I have every excuse in the world to stay home, stay in my pajamas and get some much needed organizing/purging done.
Ah, so good for my soul!
Monday, June 7, 2010
What a Workout
Wouldn't you know it I finally got motivated to post something and Blogger was down for a day. Oh well, you have me now.
Saturday the Sloths bit the bullet and had what Mr. Sloth referred to as "a $900 workout". We joined the gym when I was pregnant with Happy but I rarely went afterward. First off the baby has to be around 3 months before they can be left in daycare, then Happy had his abscess issues and always needed prompt changings, making it more complicated being a super-pooper and they don't change diapers so the idea of me jumping out of the pool and running around the fitness center still wet just to change a diaper was less than appealing. Not to mention the fact that he's never had a bottle and neither of my kids do pacifiers. Then there was our Europe trip. Then there was the H1N1 cinareo and since we don't do vaccinations, especially H1N1, I had no interest in TRYING to get flu. From that point on I just made excuses. I maybe went once or twice but going without the kids left me to go at night and by the time the kids are in bed exercise is last on my list.
I have this friend from Church however, who lives less than a block away and goes everyday with her 11 month old. Every day! She has single-handedly ruined all of my excuses. Friday night Mr. Sloth seemed to be having a rough day so I suggested he 'take the night off'. He decided to go to the gym and work for a bit, well after working for an hour and getting all the way to the gym (a good 15 minute drive) he realized that he forgot his card and therefore had to come home. It was 9:30pm so he gave up. It was then we decided to head to the gym as a family on Saturday morning.
First thing Saturday we ate breakfast, dressed and headed to the gym. I unfortunately couldn't find the bottoms of my suit and Mr. Sloth thought it was a good idea if I didn't swim if I couldn't find them. So I had to find other ways to work out. Wait, let me back up, we had to register Happy. Yep, 15 months and he's never been there. The woman at the service desk thought I looked healthy. I laughed. If she only knew! Mr. Sloth and I were apprehensive about dropping off Happy for the first time. See babies that can't walk go in a special room by appointment and have one on one attention, children who can walk however are put in the room with all the other children. Happy can walk.
We knew everything Demand was planning on doing there and it didn't involve playing with Happy. At home they are best friends but at the fitness center it's indoor playgrounds and ball pits. (I can't blame her really). He wasn't crying when we left him which was a good sign.
As far as working out it was quite pathetic. I was having a very pregnant day and everything I did was causing pressure so very little effort was made. Mr. Sloth and I had agreed to meet at 11:45am. When I walked out of the woman's locker room he had already picked up the children. (We usually sign them in under his name so I'm not called to childcare while swimming) Apparently it was touch and go with Happy but he seemed fine.
Moving on to today. I had a goal to go to the gym today so I decided to tell Demand that we were going to the gym after breakfast. Anyone who's met a 3 year old can tell you this is the best to remember something. Three year olds do not forget plans...ever. Mr. Sloth said the gym was the last thing they talked about before she (finally) fell asleep last night.
I even went so far as to set my alarm for this morning. Turns out it still works! What do you know! I was up by 7am. Demand was up at who knows when getting a head start on playing. Happy...Happy slept in. Go figure. Demand and I were dressed and ready to go we were just waiting for the slumber Prince to wake up. By 8:30am we were off. Demand gave me swimming tips on the drive over (I found the bottoms to my suit by the way). Demand told me I had to go under the water. (Thanks for the advice floatie queen!) Turns out the gym is a busy place at 8:30am. I had to park WAY OUT and carry Happy the whole way with slowy-McSlowson straggling behind. Carrying a toddler boy while pregnant should be an expert level cardio class at every gym by the way. Much to my surprise Happy is, well, Happy to be there. He dashed right into the playroom no questions asked, no fussing, no coaxing. What a nice surprise.
Even though there was a senior citizens swim class going on I was able to get my own lane and finally start swimming. Mr. Sloth is so happy. I swam almost every day when I was pregnant with Happy. Exercise really helps with labor and delivery and definitely with recovery. The swim was great and couldn't have come at a better time. I've been feeling so pregnant these days it's nice to be buoyant for once. I decided to cut my swim short since I was afraid all the gray-hairs would beat me to the showers and take all the hot water. Plus, lets face it, there are two kinds people in gym lockers rooms exhibitionists and those who avoid the exhibitionists. I am the latter. And for some reason there is no need for a towel past the age of 65, I don't know if you develop some kind of duck-like water repellent or what. A part of me never wants an answer to that question.
So after a lovely swim and a much needed (and hot) shower I picked up the children. They were happy! In fact they had to hunt down Happy who knows what kind of fun he was up to. I asked him when we got in the car if he had fun. He nodded his head "yes" which is doubly great since up until today he could only shake his head "no" even if he meant "yes".
So success at the gym! I have a pretty packed day tomorrow so we may have to wait until the evening to go but at least I know, it can be done!!
Saturday the Sloths bit the bullet and had what Mr. Sloth referred to as "a $900 workout". We joined the gym when I was pregnant with Happy but I rarely went afterward. First off the baby has to be around 3 months before they can be left in daycare, then Happy had his abscess issues and always needed prompt changings, making it more complicated being a super-pooper and they don't change diapers so the idea of me jumping out of the pool and running around the fitness center still wet just to change a diaper was less than appealing. Not to mention the fact that he's never had a bottle and neither of my kids do pacifiers. Then there was our Europe trip. Then there was the H1N1 cinareo and since we don't do vaccinations, especially H1N1, I had no interest in TRYING to get flu. From that point on I just made excuses. I maybe went once or twice but going without the kids left me to go at night and by the time the kids are in bed exercise is last on my list.
I have this friend from Church however, who lives less than a block away and goes everyday with her 11 month old. Every day! She has single-handedly ruined all of my excuses. Friday night Mr. Sloth seemed to be having a rough day so I suggested he 'take the night off'. He decided to go to the gym and work for a bit, well after working for an hour and getting all the way to the gym (a good 15 minute drive) he realized that he forgot his card and therefore had to come home. It was 9:30pm so he gave up. It was then we decided to head to the gym as a family on Saturday morning.
First thing Saturday we ate breakfast, dressed and headed to the gym. I unfortunately couldn't find the bottoms of my suit and Mr. Sloth thought it was a good idea if I didn't swim if I couldn't find them. So I had to find other ways to work out. Wait, let me back up, we had to register Happy. Yep, 15 months and he's never been there. The woman at the service desk thought I looked healthy. I laughed. If she only knew! Mr. Sloth and I were apprehensive about dropping off Happy for the first time. See babies that can't walk go in a special room by appointment and have one on one attention, children who can walk however are put in the room with all the other children. Happy can walk.
We knew everything Demand was planning on doing there and it didn't involve playing with Happy. At home they are best friends but at the fitness center it's indoor playgrounds and ball pits. (I can't blame her really). He wasn't crying when we left him which was a good sign.
As far as working out it was quite pathetic. I was having a very pregnant day and everything I did was causing pressure so very little effort was made. Mr. Sloth and I had agreed to meet at 11:45am. When I walked out of the woman's locker room he had already picked up the children. (We usually sign them in under his name so I'm not called to childcare while swimming) Apparently it was touch and go with Happy but he seemed fine.
Moving on to today. I had a goal to go to the gym today so I decided to tell Demand that we were going to the gym after breakfast. Anyone who's met a 3 year old can tell you this is the best to remember something. Three year olds do not forget plans...ever. Mr. Sloth said the gym was the last thing they talked about before she (finally) fell asleep last night.
I even went so far as to set my alarm for this morning. Turns out it still works! What do you know! I was up by 7am. Demand was up at who knows when getting a head start on playing. Happy...Happy slept in. Go figure. Demand and I were dressed and ready to go we were just waiting for the slumber Prince to wake up. By 8:30am we were off. Demand gave me swimming tips on the drive over (I found the bottoms to my suit by the way). Demand told me I had to go under the water. (Thanks for the advice floatie queen!) Turns out the gym is a busy place at 8:30am. I had to park WAY OUT and carry Happy the whole way with slowy-McSlowson straggling behind. Carrying a toddler boy while pregnant should be an expert level cardio class at every gym by the way. Much to my surprise Happy is, well, Happy to be there. He dashed right into the playroom no questions asked, no fussing, no coaxing. What a nice surprise.
Even though there was a senior citizens swim class going on I was able to get my own lane and finally start swimming. Mr. Sloth is so happy. I swam almost every day when I was pregnant with Happy. Exercise really helps with labor and delivery and definitely with recovery. The swim was great and couldn't have come at a better time. I've been feeling so pregnant these days it's nice to be buoyant for once. I decided to cut my swim short since I was afraid all the gray-hairs would beat me to the showers and take all the hot water. Plus, lets face it, there are two kinds people in gym lockers rooms exhibitionists and those who avoid the exhibitionists. I am the latter. And for some reason there is no need for a towel past the age of 65, I don't know if you develop some kind of duck-like water repellent or what. A part of me never wants an answer to that question.
So after a lovely swim and a much needed (and hot) shower I picked up the children. They were happy! In fact they had to hunt down Happy who knows what kind of fun he was up to. I asked him when we got in the car if he had fun. He nodded his head "yes" which is doubly great since up until today he could only shake his head "no" even if he meant "yes".
So success at the gym! I have a pretty packed day tomorrow so we may have to wait until the evening to go but at least I know, it can be done!!
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