Well, he's home. Finally. The ship came alongside around 0930 on Friday and my Mother-in-Law came with me to help herd the girls. Got some good photos of the whole thing too.
So he's mowed the lawn and dug up the dead plants in front of the fence, is working on the deck, and has hung out with us for a while. It's all good.
I, on the other hand, have gone to the spa for a 20 minute appointment, went to a kick-ass concert we threw at the Club on Saturday night, and am trying to decide how many clothes I REALLY need for my weekend at the spa.
Turns out it's just going to be me. My two friends won't make it for dinner on Friday, and my best friend can't come on Saturday due to an emergency with her in-laws. So... it'll be me and the laptop this weekend, listening to music, getting a start on my marketing final assignment, and reading and doing logic problems... oh, and surfing too! I have a dinner booked on Friday night, a massage, pedi and tapas for Saturday, and an open house at my cousin's on Sunday before coming home that afternoon. I should find a decent book or two to bring along.
Of course, I'll make sure I'm home AFTER the kids and hubby leave for the picnic - say... around 4ish. They're not expected back til 6, so that'll give me some time to relax at home.
This week's flex:
Tonight - maybe meet with a customer tonight.
Tomorrow - stop into work to sign my monthly chit, dinner with some friends in town.
Thursday - chiro
Friday - swing by the church to get a cd from the priest, go to JJ's where we're having Ray's birthday party to pay the deposit and pick up invites, hit the resort! Dinner in the dining room.
Saturday - massage, pedicure, hang out in the mineral pool, tapas for dinner.
Sunday - hit the mall for clothes for the girls and a gift for the cousin, then the housewarming, and home.
Monday - girls to preschool, day for me and hubby alone!
Tuesday - back to work!
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Tell Me Why I Don't Like Tuesdays....
So, Tuesday. I effin' hate Tuesdays. Let me tell you a little of why.
Besides dealing with the usual shit at work, I decided to call the Dr's office to see if they can see Greta today due to her crying every time she pees. When I finally got someone to answer the phones, they said yes, 3:45 this aft. I took off from work at 2:30. There's heavy construction at A and C, so I sat there for 10 minutes then got around it and went to get gas at the Shell. The lineup inside to pay was fucked up - one till open. I finally got through that and gassed up. I had .50 coming to me. I went back inside. Still a line up, so I left. I'm not going to worry about fifty cents.
Got to preschool right at 3:30. Great! Still have time to get to the dr's on time. The girls were ecstatic to see me. We got out of there pretty well within 2 minutes and took off. It's hovering around 25 degrees now. Beautiful day. We follow the slowest car in NATO all the way to the Lake and the van in front of me moved over to let me pass at the cop shop. We made it into the dr's office RIGHT at 1545.
And then we waited.
And waited.
And waited.
People went in.
People came out.
We waited some more.
And waited.
I have to go to the bathroom, but didn't, just in case we were called.
And waited.
FINALLY! Called into the dr's office around 4:20.
And we waited.
And waited.
Greta poo'd.
I couldn't find ANYONE near us, just voices down the hall. I finally called out to someone and the bitchy receptionist came around the corner. I explained that I need to get Greta's diaper bag (I honestly thought we'd be in and out in under 20 minutes) from the car. No problem. The girls stayed in the dr's office and I went across the street and back.
And had no clean diapers in the bag.
So we went to the bathroom and thankfully it was a solid poo. So I wiped her bum (stuck on a little though) and removed the poo. And we went back to the office.
And waited.
And waited.
And waited.
By now, we've been there an hour. A FUCKING HOUR waiting. And we had an appointment! WTF is that all about?
He FINALLY comes in and says to take off her diaper after he asks me a bunch of questions. And then he leaves AGAIN. 5 minutes later he comes back again. And asks me if I'm going to change her diaper. I tell him I can't because we're usually home by this time and I'm out of them. Oh.
So he takes a quick look at her bits (and he can't see anything), checks her ears and says, "Can you get a urine sample?"
Are you fuckin' kidding me? She doesn't pee on the pot yet. HTH can I do that?
So he gives me a script (another 5 minutes later) and two containers to catch her pee. It's now 1715. An hour and a HALF for a 10 minute appointment. I was fucking furious.
We go to the pharmacy across the way and the pharmacist, afte doing some digging, thinks that the medication isn't strong enough, so she calls over. And surprise - NO ONE ANSWERS THE PHONE! AND she doesn't have enough for the whole 10 days, so she gives me what she has and I'm going back again TOMORROW to get the rest.
I'll spare you the walk across to the corner store for milk.
We get the medication and go home. It's now 5:30ish. I make chicken, rice and wax beans. I gobble my food down. Ray actually eats some chicken. Greta - nothing. Mostly ketchup. Oh, and some bunnies.
At 6:30 I take Greta up for her bath (she's had her medication by now). Ray comes up around 7 for her shower. It's now 8:22 and Greta is STILL up fucking around - wants Ray, wants to sit on the toilet, wants to cuddle, blah blah blah - and Ray is feeding into it. I'm losing my effin' mind.
And THAT'S why I hate Tuesdays.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
The Five Longest Days
The first week back from vacation is always the toughest. And the longest. Unless, of course, you count the week that you're waiting for the end of. Then THAT'S the longest. And that would be this week.
We went to my cousin's BarrBQ (play on his last name there) yesterday. The 4th one we've been to. The second one without my dad in attendance. Seems my cousin Le is still really upset about his death, and would tear up often when talking about him. The youngest of the four, J, was invited and showed up this year. He's a 45+ year-old mooch who looks like a refugee from a 70's movie, and would be such a great guy if he'd cut his hair, shave his face, get a bridge for his missing teeth, and sober up for more than 10 minutes a day. It's a shame, really. But, he was there, it was nice to see him again (even if he did scare the daylights out of Ray and accidentally give Greta a Bailey's filled cream puff - the asshat).
The host, E, has taken up guitar as his new hobby. He has about 16 of them now, mostly Gretch's and Stienberger's (?). Nice guitars, that's for sure. He's the same as us all - is musical and has played guitar since birth. He's learning scales and notes now.
I was begged by Le to stay a little and sing, so I did, for about half an hour. This put us leaving around 8, and home around 9, so the girls were dead tired. I just changed them and put them into bed.
All was good until about ten after 1. That's the first time Greta threw up. The second time at ten after 4. We all slept in til around 8, skipped church, and just hung out. I think she has a minor fever, and I'm hoping it's just a yeast infection that's causing her to be in pain when she pees. If not, I'll be going to the walk-in clinic on Tuesday instead of work.
It's an hour past her bedtime and she's up still, messing around, Ray's destroying her father's recliner, and I'm going to go upstairs, turn on the laptop and burn some picture CDs for some friends.
Talked to Sailor tonight. They're able to send emails, but not receive them. The tiger cruise is well underway and they're now two hours behind us, not three. Getting closer every minute.
So much has changed since he left, it's hard to keep a list of it all. At least he has the next month to catch up with us and do some changes of his own around here.
Flex for this week:
Mon: work, preschool, cousins J&J supposed to be here for supper
Tue: work, preschool (unless Greta needs the clinic)
Wed: work (meeting), preschool
Thu: preschool, dr appt, work, Sailor's birthday!
Fri: Leave the house at 07, pick up MIL at 08, wander down to see the ship arrive after 09! YAY Sailor's HOME!!!!! Leave starts!
Sat: Pick up friend and have a great time at the Aaron Pritchett/Damian Marshall concert at my club.
Sun: Drop friend off, try for church (ha), birthday party for one of the girls' friends.
We went to my cousin's BarrBQ (play on his last name there) yesterday. The 4th one we've been to. The second one without my dad in attendance. Seems my cousin Le is still really upset about his death, and would tear up often when talking about him. The youngest of the four, J, was invited and showed up this year. He's a 45+ year-old mooch who looks like a refugee from a 70's movie, and would be such a great guy if he'd cut his hair, shave his face, get a bridge for his missing teeth, and sober up for more than 10 minutes a day. It's a shame, really. But, he was there, it was nice to see him again (even if he did scare the daylights out of Ray and accidentally give Greta a Bailey's filled cream puff - the asshat).
The host, E, has taken up guitar as his new hobby. He has about 16 of them now, mostly Gretch's and Stienberger's (?). Nice guitars, that's for sure. He's the same as us all - is musical and has played guitar since birth. He's learning scales and notes now.
I was begged by Le to stay a little and sing, so I did, for about half an hour. This put us leaving around 8, and home around 9, so the girls were dead tired. I just changed them and put them into bed.
All was good until about ten after 1. That's the first time Greta threw up. The second time at ten after 4. We all slept in til around 8, skipped church, and just hung out. I think she has a minor fever, and I'm hoping it's just a yeast infection that's causing her to be in pain when she pees. If not, I'll be going to the walk-in clinic on Tuesday instead of work.
It's an hour past her bedtime and she's up still, messing around, Ray's destroying her father's recliner, and I'm going to go upstairs, turn on the laptop and burn some picture CDs for some friends.
Talked to Sailor tonight. They're able to send emails, but not receive them. The tiger cruise is well underway and they're now two hours behind us, not three. Getting closer every minute.
So much has changed since he left, it's hard to keep a list of it all. At least he has the next month to catch up with us and do some changes of his own around here.
Flex for this week:
Mon: work, preschool, cousins J&J supposed to be here for supper
Tue: work, preschool (unless Greta needs the clinic)
Wed: work (meeting), preschool
Thu: preschool, dr appt, work, Sailor's birthday!
Fri: Leave the house at 07, pick up MIL at 08, wander down to see the ship arrive after 09! YAY Sailor's HOME!!!!! Leave starts!
Sat: Pick up friend and have a great time at the Aaron Pritchett/Damian Marshall concert at my club.
Sun: Drop friend off, try for church (ha), birthday party for one of the girls' friends.
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Let The Countdown Commence!
Camp was a hoot! We had so much fun. The girls learned a lot about their strengths and weaknesses, and I learned how to lighten the hell up AND did some spiritual junk too. It was great. We made some new friends and ate food we didn't cook (YAY). Ray slept on the top bunk - and didn't fall out or off the whole time. Greta climbed and swung (all the time), and fell and scraped her knees (again). Ray went canoeing!!
We had such a wonderful time - even if timings were suggestions, the non-existent insulation allowed us to hear every murmur of conversation and boom of a bass, and there are still people out there who need a kick in the ass. BUT, on the whole it was a positive experience. Apparently, we're going again next year (says Ray). We met a girl who lives near us who is more than happy to babysit the girls while our regular sitter is overseas for the year! YAY!
This is definitely NOT Sailor's cup o' tea, so we'll go, the three girls, and he'll either be at sea or on a mini holiday himself at the time. There was a wifi drop, so I was able to email Sailor every night! I just sent him a swak of pics from the first day.
The neighbour across the street not only fed the cat, watered the lawn and picked up our mail, BUT, she got her husband to mow our front lawn too! YAY! What a great bunch of people here. We're having a 'thanks for taking care of me while Sailor was gone' BBQ in September for the block.
Since we've been back, I've done about 8 loads of laundry (mostly with Oxyclean), gone grocery shopping, and we've seen the Musical Ride today. It was also the Celebration of Life for our friend's mother. I wrote them an email, but I don't know if it was read out. I did drop off two bouquets of flowers to the house before we went to the Ride.
The girls loved the show. They call them the "dancing black horses", and we were able to see two close up at the end. I wanted to go to the stables afterward, but the girls just wanted to go home.
My cousin was supposed to call me and I was to pick her up from the ferry, but she didn't so we didn't. Tomorrow we're having Mother-In-Law and Sister-In-Law come up for a visit and a bbq dinner. If I can light the bbq without lighting myself on fire too, that is.
Sailor called, but the phone didn't ring. He'll call again tomorrow he said.
Greta is now only in her bed. I dismantled the crib tonight. It didn't go smoothly. There's some repairs that Sailor needs to make to the crib if we hope to pass it on to someone else. At any rate, Greta looks so tiny and small in that wee bed in the middle of her room. And she's happy as a clam about it too. *sigh* another milestone Sailor misses.
This week's flex:
Sun: Church then MIL & SIL visit (maybe the neighbour too). Get read for work on Monday.
Mon: Recycle day! Preschool, work, drop the car off at the body shop. Get a rental for 3 days.
Tue: Preschool, work. Friends from Alberta are dropping in while on their camping vaycay for supper (BBQ again) after work.
Wed: Preschool, work. Maybe the car will be ready. Maybe not.
Thur: Girls and I are home for the day. Seems the preschool overbooked for the day, so instead of trying to explain to Greta why either she's with me and Ray's at school, OR she's at school and Ray's with me... I'll keep them both home for the day and we'll go to a local park in the forenoon.
Fri: Garbage day! Preschool, work. Car goes into the shop for maintenance, and I go to the chirpractor for MY maintenance! Gotta make potato salad for my cousin's bbq the next day too.
Sat: Cousin's annual family BBQ. Gonna be fun (kinda sad without my dad there again though) to see the family again.
Rumour has it my other cousins will make it down from the interior the following week for 3/4 days and they said they'd swing by the house. I'll believe it when I see it. I also have a dr's appointment that week (nothing serious), and then, before you know it, Sailor will be home!! YAY!
We had such a wonderful time - even if timings were suggestions, the non-existent insulation allowed us to hear every murmur of conversation and boom of a bass, and there are still people out there who need a kick in the ass. BUT, on the whole it was a positive experience. Apparently, we're going again next year (says Ray). We met a girl who lives near us who is more than happy to babysit the girls while our regular sitter is overseas for the year! YAY!
This is definitely NOT Sailor's cup o' tea, so we'll go, the three girls, and he'll either be at sea or on a mini holiday himself at the time. There was a wifi drop, so I was able to email Sailor every night! I just sent him a swak of pics from the first day.
The neighbour across the street not only fed the cat, watered the lawn and picked up our mail, BUT, she got her husband to mow our front lawn too! YAY! What a great bunch of people here. We're having a 'thanks for taking care of me while Sailor was gone' BBQ in September for the block.
Since we've been back, I've done about 8 loads of laundry (mostly with Oxyclean), gone grocery shopping, and we've seen the Musical Ride today. It was also the Celebration of Life for our friend's mother. I wrote them an email, but I don't know if it was read out. I did drop off two bouquets of flowers to the house before we went to the Ride.
The girls loved the show. They call them the "dancing black horses", and we were able to see two close up at the end. I wanted to go to the stables afterward, but the girls just wanted to go home.
My cousin was supposed to call me and I was to pick her up from the ferry, but she didn't so we didn't. Tomorrow we're having Mother-In-Law and Sister-In-Law come up for a visit and a bbq dinner. If I can light the bbq without lighting myself on fire too, that is.
Sailor called, but the phone didn't ring. He'll call again tomorrow he said.
Greta is now only in her bed. I dismantled the crib tonight. It didn't go smoothly. There's some repairs that Sailor needs to make to the crib if we hope to pass it on to someone else. At any rate, Greta looks so tiny and small in that wee bed in the middle of her room. And she's happy as a clam about it too. *sigh* another milestone Sailor misses.
This week's flex:
Sun: Church then MIL & SIL visit (maybe the neighbour too). Get read for work on Monday.
Mon: Recycle day! Preschool, work, drop the car off at the body shop. Get a rental for 3 days.
Tue: Preschool, work. Friends from Alberta are dropping in while on their camping vaycay for supper (BBQ again) after work.
Wed: Preschool, work. Maybe the car will be ready. Maybe not.
Thur: Girls and I are home for the day. Seems the preschool overbooked for the day, so instead of trying to explain to Greta why either she's with me and Ray's at school, OR she's at school and Ray's with me... I'll keep them both home for the day and we'll go to a local park in the forenoon.
Fri: Garbage day! Preschool, work. Car goes into the shop for maintenance, and I go to the chirpractor for MY maintenance! Gotta make potato salad for my cousin's bbq the next day too.
Sat: Cousin's annual family BBQ. Gonna be fun (kinda sad without my dad there again though) to see the family again.
Rumour has it my other cousins will make it down from the interior the following week for 3/4 days and they said they'd swing by the house. I'll believe it when I see it. I also have a dr's appointment that week (nothing serious), and then, before you know it, Sailor will be home!! YAY!
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Camp Week!
It's our first time away at camp. Me and the girls are going for 5 nights to a 'church' camp, where they have fun and I have 'me' time! I'll try to get a jump start on my next assignment.
I lit the bbq today with a match. Which nearly lit my hair on fire. I think the igniter is n/s.... needless to say I will be MUCH more careful in the future. Reminded me of an immersion heater, but without the loud BOOOOOM!!! that can accompany it.
So the girls are bugging me for food and the meal's cooking. I don't know if there'll be a WiFi drop at the camp, but I hope so. I like to email Sailor.
20 days! WooT!
I lit the bbq today with a match. Which nearly lit my hair on fire. I think the igniter is n/s.... needless to say I will be MUCH more careful in the future. Reminded me of an immersion heater, but without the loud BOOOOOM!!! that can accompany it.
So the girls are bugging me for food and the meal's cooking. I don't know if there'll be a WiFi drop at the camp, but I hope so. I like to email Sailor.
20 days! WooT!
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