I wrote my English exam today. In record time too - 1 hour 15 minutes. I hope she can read my writing when marking it. I'm sure I did just fine. It's nothing I hadn't written before.
The girls spent the time at their Godparent's place. Greta was cuddly all day however, she did eat more than she has in days. They had lunch (with chocolate ice cream for dessert), and off we went.
I had stopped by the pharmacy on the way to get them and picked up something different for Ray's cold. That one decision put into action a series of events that I just wasn't expecting.
They're the Triaminic melty tab things. Ray was all for trying one out until it actually went into her mouth. She started drooling because she didn't want to swallow. This set her to crying. This set Greta to screaming in terror because she thought her sister was throwing up again. This set me to screaming at them to stop screaming, which set them to screaming more.
As we pulled into the cul-de-sac I saw our neighbours out in their drive. I rolled down the window and called, "Two kids, CHEAP!" and we all laughed. Part of me was serious, I think.
At any rate, they didn't stop freaking out until we got inside and Ray could have her drink of milk. The melty tab had stuck to the roof of her mouth, so she was forced to take the medicine after all. However it's since worn off and her sniffles are back. And I'm nearly out of Benadryl.
I guess tomorrow I'll buy some more liquid.
Greta has not had a bowel movement since yesterday. She's eaten quite a lot too - toast, cheese, Pedialyte, garlic sausage, cheddar bunnies, spaghetti supper and chocolate treats. And about 4 big pieces of cantalope too. There's something brewing in that tummy of hers and it ain't gonna be pretty when it comes out.
Now it's time to try to put Ray to bed. Wish me luck - she doesn't like her room, doesn't like to go to bed, and wants a bedtime snack.
Damned time change.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Saturday, March 7, 2009
If This Is March, Why Is It Snowing?
This has to have been the weirdest weather day I can remember. It started out warm and sunny. I managed to find a sitter who came over at 11:30 (after I called her at 9!) to watch the girls. I'm not complaining, I mean, she came over! But I thought she'd have been here at... say... 10?
Anywho, I got the stuff to the dump, got the broken Filter Queen out of the house, and went to the bank and Timmy's. At one point I was driving in a snow storm, but the sun was shining. And it was 7 degrees out!
Greta had a poo that wasn't (same as yesterday only not as much), and went for a long nap just as I arrived home. Ray and I were messing around doing nothing, then the power went out at about 1:30.
We started a fire and at 3 the meat guy arrived. We sat for a good hour going over next year's requirements (and the price went up because we went to a higher order. *sigh* Never ends, eh?). He was just leaving and the power went on again! So about 2 hours. It started snowing at about 3.
In between I'd stoke the fire, deal with Ray's interruptions, the usual.
I got Greta up and it was snowing like mad. It ended at quarter to 5, but it dropped a good inch or so on everything. Didn't stick to the road though.
We ate a fast supper (Greta didn't) and then changed Greta twice in a 20 minute period from her blow-outs. Poor lass. She's not running a fever, just having icky poos. And she's clingy. It's a late night for her, but because of the time change tomorrow, maybe I can get her to bed earlier. If her bowel movements don't clear up, I'm going to have to take her to the clinic on Monday. Yet another day lost at work.
Tonight once Ray goes down, I'm watching my taped shows with a bit of chocolate and a fake beer. Yee ha. I can really whoop it up, eh?
On a positive note, I've met my sales goal, but not my time goal. I have another 9.5 hours to go on that. I write my English exam tomorrow too while the girls are at their Godparent's place. I hope Ray doesn't sneeze on anyone.
Anywho, I got the stuff to the dump, got the broken Filter Queen out of the house, and went to the bank and Timmy's. At one point I was driving in a snow storm, but the sun was shining. And it was 7 degrees out!
Greta had a poo that wasn't (same as yesterday only not as much), and went for a long nap just as I arrived home. Ray and I were messing around doing nothing, then the power went out at about 1:30.
We started a fire and at 3 the meat guy arrived. We sat for a good hour going over next year's requirements (and the price went up because we went to a higher order. *sigh* Never ends, eh?). He was just leaving and the power went on again! So about 2 hours. It started snowing at about 3.
In between I'd stoke the fire, deal with Ray's interruptions, the usual.
I got Greta up and it was snowing like mad. It ended at quarter to 5, but it dropped a good inch or so on everything. Didn't stick to the road though.
We ate a fast supper (Greta didn't) and then changed Greta twice in a 20 minute period from her blow-outs. Poor lass. She's not running a fever, just having icky poos. And she's clingy. It's a late night for her, but because of the time change tomorrow, maybe I can get her to bed earlier. If her bowel movements don't clear up, I'm going to have to take her to the clinic on Monday. Yet another day lost at work.
Tonight once Ray goes down, I'm watching my taped shows with a bit of chocolate and a fake beer. Yee ha. I can really whoop it up, eh?
On a positive note, I've met my sales goal, but not my time goal. I have another 9.5 hours to go on that. I write my English exam tomorrow too while the girls are at their Godparent's place. I hope Ray doesn't sneeze on anyone.
Friday, March 6, 2009
Friday With The Girls
Well, it's nearly over. It was a good day on the most part - we finally decided to end pajama day around 10:30 and head out to the grocery store. By the time I remembered to pack the diaper bag, juices and snacks it was 15 minutes later.
The bank was first where I managed to finally open a 'business' account, but as a chequing account instead. My branch ROCKS! (no fees)
Then to the Pharmacy where I mailed off my teas for the tea exchange.
The grocery store took from 12 til 1.
Then home (got the mail) and a quick lunch that only I ate. Well, the girls ate the buns, but not the main.
Greta went for a 2 1/2 hour nap at 2.
I have an idea for a SFX picture for a contest, so I had the girls dress in pretty dresses and pose for me. Which would have worked out, except the angle I took the photos at is all wrong. I'll have to try again another day I guess.
We got a call from the MFRC for the monthly check-in call that I requested. It was nice, but I didn't really know how to answer, "How are you doing?"
I mean, sometimes I feel really overwhelmed and I just want to go out for drinks for a week. Other times, I feel okay and this is not too bad. Like tonight, I was singing Pajama Time and The Going To Bed Book to Greta and Ray was beside me, singing along to the TGTBB too. It was so lovely. Until she coughed in my face, again.
At any rate, it'll be nice when Sailor comes home because I really think that that's when I'm going to get ragingly sick for 3 days and HE can take care of the girls while I recover.
So tomorrow, unless Ray's nose clears up, we're going to skip dance class. And if that happens, I might see if a teen sitter is available to watch the girls so I can run to the dump and get rid of some stuff. Should only take an hour tops and hopefully Greta won't have another icky poo like today.
The stuff coming out of her could level cities. If she'd only eat some toast, it'd go a long way to solidifying.
Once Ray goes to bed, I'm hitting the hay too. After I:
- take my Mona Vie
- check the fire downstairs
- put Greta's diapers together
- brush my teeth
- read a little
With any luck the girls'll sleep in tomorrow til 7.
The bank was first where I managed to finally open a 'business' account, but as a chequing account instead. My branch ROCKS! (no fees)
Then to the Pharmacy where I mailed off my teas for the tea exchange.
The grocery store took from 12 til 1.
Then home (got the mail) and a quick lunch that only I ate. Well, the girls ate the buns, but not the main.
Greta went for a 2 1/2 hour nap at 2.
I have an idea for a SFX picture for a contest, so I had the girls dress in pretty dresses and pose for me. Which would have worked out, except the angle I took the photos at is all wrong. I'll have to try again another day I guess.
We got a call from the MFRC for the monthly check-in call that I requested. It was nice, but I didn't really know how to answer, "How are you doing?"
I mean, sometimes I feel really overwhelmed and I just want to go out for drinks for a week. Other times, I feel okay and this is not too bad. Like tonight, I was singing Pajama Time and The Going To Bed Book to Greta and Ray was beside me, singing along to the TGTBB too. It was so lovely. Until she coughed in my face, again.
At any rate, it'll be nice when Sailor comes home because I really think that that's when I'm going to get ragingly sick for 3 days and HE can take care of the girls while I recover.
So tomorrow, unless Ray's nose clears up, we're going to skip dance class. And if that happens, I might see if a teen sitter is available to watch the girls so I can run to the dump and get rid of some stuff. Should only take an hour tops and hopefully Greta won't have another icky poo like today.
The stuff coming out of her could level cities. If she'd only eat some toast, it'd go a long way to solidifying.
Once Ray goes to bed, I'm hitting the hay too. After I:
- take my Mona Vie
- check the fire downstairs
- put Greta's diapers together
- brush my teeth
- read a little
With any luck the girls'll sleep in tomorrow til 7.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Spring Has Sprung
the grass is riz. The sun is shining and the wind is picking up.
Greta’s finally over her gastro-bug. It was a poop-tacular day yesterday, as we went through at least 7 disposables. I was getting worried if we’d have enough to last until I got to the store. She moaned and dripped all day, ran a fever, and then when the medicine kicked in, she chatted and played puzzles til bedtime.
I disclosed all information to the babysitter and she still came over. I heart her. Greta was down by 6:30 and I left about 10 minutes later to go to my Mary Kay training in town. It was so nice to get out of the house. My sitter said that she knew how much I needed the break and as she had made plans to help me out, she wasn’t going to turn me down unless I thought Greta would need me. As it was, Greta bitched for about 2 hours, and fell asleep about 45 minutes before I came home.
Ray had over half an hour of stories read to her and refused the babysitter’s tucking in and put herself to bed at 8. *insert shocked look here* Kids really are different around others than their parents.
The morning routine wasn’t too bad either – just putting in the car seats took the time this morning. Both girls whined about getting up, but Ray actually started dressing herself! It’s a definite improvement over last month.
It’s been a month today that Sailor left. Wow. Let’s recap: Greta gets Fifth’s Disease and a tummy bug. Cat gets into a fight and ends up on meds and house arrest for four days. Ray gets a gastro bug, dances, doesn’t dance, dances and doesn’t dance again. Greta gets the gastro bug. That’s three – let’s hope the streak has come to an end! We’ve had four garbage days (fifth tomorrow), two recycle days and two water days. Sister-in-law’s birthday and three visits from her and a friend. Mother-in-law’s birthday the other day. Two chiropractor visits, two trips to Costco, three afternoons off for ‘personal admin’ and four grocery store trips. It’s been productive I think. This coming month is supposed to be even busier. Let’s just hope all illnesses are done for a while.
I’m off tomorrow due to a daycare closure, so I think it’s going to be disinfecting day around the house. And if the weather’s nice, we might try for the park with some friends. As long as noses stop sniffling around here.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Barf-A-Rama Redux
"Tell me why I don't like Tuesdays..." (sorry Sir Bob). Ray was surprisingly easy to get up this morning. We left 4 minutes late, made up the time at the drop-off though, so we were only 1 minute late getting onto the highway.
I went to the lawyer's this afternoon to sign my will and pay for the service of getting them done. Sailor had to have his done before he sailed and they were great to do it so quickly. I also had a talk with the lawyer about a little problem we had with our real estate agent about 4 1/2 years ago when we bought our house. He thinks we may have a case, so we'll keep onto that.
Then I swung by the bank. The lineup was out of this world! I didn't get out of there til waaay after 4.
When I got Greta, they had been outside for a little walk. I popped her into her seat and away we went. Five minutes later, she erupted.
She had been fussy, but I thought it was because the sun was in her eyes. We went through the lights at the highway and merged, and then YARF, all over her carseat, jacket... just like Ray's last week, only not quite as much.
I pulled over into a gravel lay-by beside the construction, and used a million Kleenexes to clean her up. I didn't have a garbage bag, so I dropped them to the ground until I could figure out what to do with them.
A lady pulled in to get her mail and wandered over. She's late 50's I guess. She said, "Are you alright?"
I replied, "Yes, my baby threw up and I'm just cleaning her up."
"Oh, poor thing," she says, "You're not going to leave those there, are you?" pointing to the Kleenex on the ground.
"No, I'm NOT," I said and promptly ignored her and went back to cleaning off my kid.
First of all - excuse me? They're TISSUES lady. Filled with vomit. I think they're biodegradeable.
Second of all - it's a construction zone. HELLO! My little mess is really the least of your worries around here.
Third of all - you could have at least offered me a bag or something. Really, take some diplomacy and tact courses because you really need it.
I laughed about it after, but I was amazed at the balls this woman has.
We made it to get Ray (around quarter to 5) and made it home safely. I managed to get everything inside and into the washer within 10 minutes. Then I started supper. Then the speech therapy lady called to say she'd be 20 minutes late.
As I was holding Greta because she was whiny and crying (real tears too, weird), she barfed again. All over my shoulder, her replaced sweater, into the sink. And two minutes later AGAIN, all over my shoulder, her sweater, and into the sink.
We went upstairs for another change and managed to get everything into the utility room. As I was cleaning up the sink from that, Greta was sipping apple juice (popple-joo) on the sofa. The doorbell rang and the speech lady was there.
I stopped her at the door, explained the situation, and then we made an appointment for next week. Then I called my sitter and told her that there'd been a change of plans, but I'd need her for next Tuesday for sure.
Murphy's Laws of Deployment Parenting #4:
When you have a night away for coffee with the girls or training or some-such escape, one or more children will be sick a minimum of two times that afternoon so that you CAN'T get away.
*sigh*
I am, however, going to my Mary Kay night tomorrow, because I just AM!! Unless, of course, Greta is sick all day tomorrow and not just tired like her sister was.
By the time I flashed up the computer tonight it was around 7:30. Greta had a quick bath and while I read her stories, Ray was in the shower. We ended up downstairs just after 7, and I had some dishes to wash and the kitchen to tidy up before I could 'play'.
Got an email from Sailor saying he was going to try to Skype again between 5 and 6 our time. Sorry I missed him, but honestly, it was a madhouse around here, and adding that into the mix would have really messed me up.
Besides, Greta probably would have yarfed all over the keyboard, and we can't have that!
ETA: Change to the flex: Friday is not a working day - DCP is closed, so we're having a play date with a friend and her kids. Unless, of course, Greta is still sick. Saturday after dance, Harvest Valley is making an appearance to go over our needs for the coming year.
I went to the lawyer's this afternoon to sign my will and pay for the service of getting them done. Sailor had to have his done before he sailed and they were great to do it so quickly. I also had a talk with the lawyer about a little problem we had with our real estate agent about 4 1/2 years ago when we bought our house. He thinks we may have a case, so we'll keep onto that.
Then I swung by the bank. The lineup was out of this world! I didn't get out of there til waaay after 4.
When I got Greta, they had been outside for a little walk. I popped her into her seat and away we went. Five minutes later, she erupted.
She had been fussy, but I thought it was because the sun was in her eyes. We went through the lights at the highway and merged, and then YARF, all over her carseat, jacket... just like Ray's last week, only not quite as much.
I pulled over into a gravel lay-by beside the construction, and used a million Kleenexes to clean her up. I didn't have a garbage bag, so I dropped them to the ground until I could figure out what to do with them.
A lady pulled in to get her mail and wandered over. She's late 50's I guess. She said, "Are you alright?"
I replied, "Yes, my baby threw up and I'm just cleaning her up."
"Oh, poor thing," she says, "You're not going to leave those there, are you?" pointing to the Kleenex on the ground.
"No, I'm NOT," I said and promptly ignored her and went back to cleaning off my kid.
First of all - excuse me? They're TISSUES lady. Filled with vomit. I think they're biodegradeable.
Second of all - it's a construction zone. HELLO! My little mess is really the least of your worries around here.
Third of all - you could have at least offered me a bag or something. Really, take some diplomacy and tact courses because you really need it.
I laughed about it after, but I was amazed at the balls this woman has.
We made it to get Ray (around quarter to 5) and made it home safely. I managed to get everything inside and into the washer within 10 minutes. Then I started supper. Then the speech therapy lady called to say she'd be 20 minutes late.
As I was holding Greta because she was whiny and crying (real tears too, weird), she barfed again. All over my shoulder, her replaced sweater, into the sink. And two minutes later AGAIN, all over my shoulder, her sweater, and into the sink.
We went upstairs for another change and managed to get everything into the utility room. As I was cleaning up the sink from that, Greta was sipping apple juice (popple-joo) on the sofa. The doorbell rang and the speech lady was there.
I stopped her at the door, explained the situation, and then we made an appointment for next week. Then I called my sitter and told her that there'd been a change of plans, but I'd need her for next Tuesday for sure.
Murphy's Laws of Deployment Parenting #4:
When you have a night away for coffee with the girls or training or some-such escape, one or more children will be sick a minimum of two times that afternoon so that you CAN'T get away.
*sigh*
I am, however, going to my Mary Kay night tomorrow, because I just AM!! Unless, of course, Greta is sick all day tomorrow and not just tired like her sister was.
By the time I flashed up the computer tonight it was around 7:30. Greta had a quick bath and while I read her stories, Ray was in the shower. We ended up downstairs just after 7, and I had some dishes to wash and the kitchen to tidy up before I could 'play'.
Got an email from Sailor saying he was going to try to Skype again between 5 and 6 our time. Sorry I missed him, but honestly, it was a madhouse around here, and adding that into the mix would have really messed me up.
Besides, Greta probably would have yarfed all over the keyboard, and we can't have that!
ETA: Change to the flex: Friday is not a working day - DCP is closed, so we're having a play date with a friend and her kids. Unless, of course, Greta is still sick. Saturday after dance, Harvest Valley is making an appearance to go over our needs for the coming year.
Monday, March 2, 2009
Domo Origato!
Sailor and I managed to Skype tonight. It was great! Greta repeated, "Hi Daddy!" over and over. I don't think she realized it was him exactly, because my computer pixilized the picture a lot, especially when there's movement. But she heard his voice and seemed really happy to see him.
Ray was happy to show him her Snow White slippers and kept repeating, "MY Daddy!"
Now, I don't know if it's related, but she was a bear at bedtime tonight. A quick story (I know Cinderella inside and out now!), and into bed. A song, a snuggle, a kiss... and "I don't want to go to sleep!" Along with not staying in bed, and not staying in her room. And then she started banging on her door.
Until, that is, I lost my bubble and roared at her to go to bed. She sniffled herself to sleep.
I feel bad, but really she's going to be a bag of hair in the morning from not enough sleep.
We need a nanny. Soonest.
Ray was happy to show him her Snow White slippers and kept repeating, "MY Daddy!"
Now, I don't know if it's related, but she was a bear at bedtime tonight. A quick story (I know Cinderella inside and out now!), and into bed. A song, a snuggle, a kiss... and "I don't want to go to sleep!" Along with not staying in bed, and not staying in her room. And then she started banging on her door.
Until, that is, I lost my bubble and roared at her to go to bed. She sniffled herself to sleep.
I feel bad, but really she's going to be a bag of hair in the morning from not enough sleep.
We need a nanny. Soonest.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Back Into the Fray
Well, it's Sunday finally. Friday was a half day at work, because we had a hike up Mount Douglas that afternoon. I'm a little bitter about that still, so I won't write more. I managed to drop off Sailor's whites to the triwall that's going to meet them in Pusan though. That afternoon before supper, I took the girls to Ready, Set, Learn at the SLCC where we got a bag of swag and had a little visit with people in the community we haven't seen in a while.
Saturday was busy! Kee Kee got his shots and a de-worm pill, which added up to an extra $60 that we weren't expecting. Then we got some groceries, and took Ray to "It's Not Dancing Day" class. She's so hit-and-miss in this class. It's very frustrating. And I don't know whether or not to enrol her for September again. *sigh*
After that, we picked up the frozen portion of the list and headed home. A quick non-eating of lunch and Greta went to her crib for a change. It was supposed to be a nap, but it wasn't. And a change is as good as a rest, right?
We all went to the local hair shop and got trims. The girls were great! Then home and a late supper. The girls were in bed 45 minutes later than usual. Ooops.
Didn't stop them from waking up early today though! Ray came into my room at 6:30. I told her that when there was a 7, then she could talk. Yeah... that worked. Not.
So up we got at 7, showered, dressed and down for left-over pancakes for breakfast. Sister-In-Law arrived around 9 and it was GREAT to know someone could watch the girls while I ran off and did errands.
Recycle bottles and cans: $10.40.
Pick-up cell phone: re-format.
Drop-off and pick-up from Kinderbeez: still no shoes in Ray's size.
Drop-off ad money to Tupperware Rep: two weeks til our business fair!
Check out Dump: closed on Sunday. *sigh* Well, that'll give me something to do on the 21st if I can find a sitter.
Sailor's in Okinawa now. It's Monday morning there and it's Sunday afternoon here. We're going to try to Skype tomorrow evening around supper time.
The rain has been falling pretty steady today and the lawn is more green than white, so things are looking up! We're having roast chicken and sweet potato rounds for supper tonight (and mixed veg), and tomorrow Ray wants a chicken and cheese sandwich. Greta will get left-over chicken and I'll have the last piece of quiche from last night.
Our neighbours are back from Cancun, minus one piece of luggage. They had a great time though. The other neighbour's Husky puppy is growing exponentially and is the cutest thing!
The Flex for the week:
Monday - work, Skype with Sailor at dinner time.
Tuesday - work, speech therapist at dinner.
Wednesday - work, Mary Kay training night (and I have a sitter!).
Thursday - work.
Friday - work.
Saturay - groceries, dance class.
Sunday - girls to Godparent's place while I write my English exam.
I've put an ad out there for a live-out nanny. It's frustrating. I've asked for a resume with references. I've received four replies:
1 - says she works at the front desk of a hotel and babysits. Much prefers to babysit. Uh... it's caregiving. However, she did send her resume and references as asked.
2 - texted me on her cel 2 give her a call if I'm "intrested" in talking to her. No resume, no references given.
3 - is giving birth any day and would love to go back to work in April. I told her she's nuts (but in a nice way).
4 - is 19 and wants to work in a customer service job. Her spelling is not that good, however she did send me a resume. But no references and her 'cover letter' is geared towards a customer service job, instead of THIS job. So... uh... no.
I'm sure the right person will come along. But I was hoping for April 1st. Guess it's not going to happen til May 1st now.
Preschool put up their rates another $30 a month. It's only $1 day increase, but they're not the only ones putting their rates up and it's killing us. To have both girls there until Greta turns 3 will cost us around $1400+ month, and once she's 3, it'll be only $50 less.
I know my kids are my greatest treasure (etc etc), but it does me no good if I can't keep a roof over their heads, not to mention all the days off I have to take when Daycare closes or they get sick. So, a nanny it is. I hope. Wish us luck!
It's been a year since my dad passed away. Time really does go fast when you keep busy. I still miss him very much, but I'm not bursting into tears whenever I think of him. The Grief Support group I go to helps a lot with that.
I'm looking forward to talking to Sailor again soon. I hope he finds a way to call us if we can't Skype - without running up the cell phone bill!
Saturday was busy! Kee Kee got his shots and a de-worm pill, which added up to an extra $60 that we weren't expecting. Then we got some groceries, and took Ray to "It's Not Dancing Day" class. She's so hit-and-miss in this class. It's very frustrating. And I don't know whether or not to enrol her for September again. *sigh*
After that, we picked up the frozen portion of the list and headed home. A quick non-eating of lunch and Greta went to her crib for a change. It was supposed to be a nap, but it wasn't. And a change is as good as a rest, right?
We all went to the local hair shop and got trims. The girls were great! Then home and a late supper. The girls were in bed 45 minutes later than usual. Ooops.
Didn't stop them from waking up early today though! Ray came into my room at 6:30. I told her that when there was a 7, then she could talk. Yeah... that worked. Not.
So up we got at 7, showered, dressed and down for left-over pancakes for breakfast. Sister-In-Law arrived around 9 and it was GREAT to know someone could watch the girls while I ran off and did errands.
Recycle bottles and cans: $10.40.
Pick-up cell phone: re-format.
Drop-off and pick-up from Kinderbeez: still no shoes in Ray's size.
Drop-off ad money to Tupperware Rep: two weeks til our business fair!
Check out Dump: closed on Sunday. *sigh* Well, that'll give me something to do on the 21st if I can find a sitter.
Sailor's in Okinawa now. It's Monday morning there and it's Sunday afternoon here. We're going to try to Skype tomorrow evening around supper time.
The rain has been falling pretty steady today and the lawn is more green than white, so things are looking up! We're having roast chicken and sweet potato rounds for supper tonight (and mixed veg), and tomorrow Ray wants a chicken and cheese sandwich. Greta will get left-over chicken and I'll have the last piece of quiche from last night.
Our neighbours are back from Cancun, minus one piece of luggage. They had a great time though. The other neighbour's Husky puppy is growing exponentially and is the cutest thing!
The Flex for the week:
Monday - work, Skype with Sailor at dinner time.
Tuesday - work, speech therapist at dinner.
Wednesday - work, Mary Kay training night (and I have a sitter!).
Thursday - work.
Friday - work.
Saturay - groceries, dance class.
Sunday - girls to Godparent's place while I write my English exam.
I've put an ad out there for a live-out nanny. It's frustrating. I've asked for a resume with references. I've received four replies:
1 - says she works at the front desk of a hotel and babysits. Much prefers to babysit. Uh... it's caregiving. However, she did send her resume and references as asked.
2 - texted me on her cel 2 give her a call if I'm "intrested" in talking to her. No resume, no references given.
3 - is giving birth any day and would love to go back to work in April. I told her she's nuts (but in a nice way).
4 - is 19 and wants to work in a customer service job. Her spelling is not that good, however she did send me a resume. But no references and her 'cover letter' is geared towards a customer service job, instead of THIS job. So... uh... no.
I'm sure the right person will come along. But I was hoping for April 1st. Guess it's not going to happen til May 1st now.
Preschool put up their rates another $30 a month. It's only $1 day increase, but they're not the only ones putting their rates up and it's killing us. To have both girls there until Greta turns 3 will cost us around $1400+ month, and once she's 3, it'll be only $50 less.
I know my kids are my greatest treasure (etc etc), but it does me no good if I can't keep a roof over their heads, not to mention all the days off I have to take when Daycare closes or they get sick. So, a nanny it is. I hope. Wish us luck!
It's been a year since my dad passed away. Time really does go fast when you keep busy. I still miss him very much, but I'm not bursting into tears whenever I think of him. The Grief Support group I go to helps a lot with that.
I'm looking forward to talking to Sailor again soon. I hope he finds a way to call us if we can't Skype - without running up the cell phone bill!
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