Gonna give a quick run-down then go to sleep:
- up at 3:30 to get water for Ray. Cat sat on face.
- up at 4:30 to get started. Cat yowled til I fed him. Then I put him outside for the day.
- packed bags, loaded truck (little snow, mostly ice)
- 5:45 was wake-up for girls. Not happy.
- 5:50 phone rings - friend has been sick all night. Still drop off Ray though.
- 6:15 we arrive at friend's. They leave there 10 minutes later.
- 6:45 Greta and I arrive at daycare. Greta not impressed having to sit in truck. I put on boots.
- 6:55 daycare lady opens up 5 minutes early! First time evah this happens.
- found out there's no jetty parking at 7:08 so I go back to the other lot and walk very quickly to catch the 7:10 boat. I inform crew that I need to go to Naden.
- 7:22 we pull into Dockyard. I have a minor pissy moment. Silly crew member tries to tell me this is a new schedule and asks if I'm on a practice. I tell him that every other time we pull into Naden first and that this is a parade that I have to be on in 6 minutes.. I'm thinking, "I'm in a monkey suit for parade, so it MUST be important, no? Obviously not, asshat."
- 7:24 we leave Dockyard and head to Naden.
- 7:27 I find out that the floats are very slippery and there's black ice on part of the roadway leading up.
- upon arriving at the Drill Shed at 7:32, it seems everyone's fallen in. I drop my stuff on the side and scoot over to fall in.
- sometime between 8:00 and 8:25 (can't see watch for exact time), my toes start to go numb.
- sometime around 8:30, my fingers and nose start to get chilled.
- I finally arrive at work at 9:30-ish.
- work work work
- 3:10 boat leaves on time (and stops at Naden on the way)
- 3:38 sees me arrive at daycare, where Greta takes one look and books it from the kitchen to the playroom with a look of terror on her face. "Nooooo!" means, "don't take me from the fun place to play!"
- we pull out of the drive at 3:54 and are on the way to get Ray.
- we arrive at 4:32 to find everyone playing inside. Greta joins them and I replace Ray's car seat.
- pick up mail. Get Sailor's whites that were ordered from the post office. Come home.
- dinner gets started at 5:00.
- Ray has an incident which involves panties, a closed bathroom door, and some icky poo at 6:00.
- Ray's showered and in her bed at 6:15, reading her new Cinderella book.
- Greta's bathed and reading bedtime stories with Ray at 6:35. Ray has another run-in with the toilet, but comes out unscathed.
- Greta's down at 6:52, but now Ray wants me to read her Cinderella. Ok.
- 7:00 and I'm done, going downstairs.
- Garbage out, car seats switched, cat hidden downstairs by 7:22
- emails answered, surfing complete at 9:08.
Good night!
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
I Love A Parade
Well, Ray's on her way. She's at about 85% today, and should be fine tomorrow. She's still a little tired, but other than that, she's good.
Greta went in to her daycare today and had a great day, from all reports.
Tomorrow I'm on parade. It starts at about 7:40 or so. Finding parking will be very difficult no doubt. So, in order to actually make it on time, I'm trying something new.
At 5:45, I'll wake up the girls (15 minutes earlier than usual) and hopefully we'll be in the car leaving at 6:00. I then drop Ray off at her Godmother's house at 6:15 and book it to Victoria with Greta, to make sure she can walk through the doors at daycare at 7:00 on the button. I wish it would open five minutes earlier, but that's a battle we have never won.
So, with any luck, I'll hit easy-going traffic at 7:05 and be able to make it to base by 7:30.
Of course, it's supposed to snow overnight. And Thursday is notorious for heavy traffic. Unless it's snowed, in which case it'll be light, but slow.
I'm going in in uniform. Lunches are ready to go (just gotta load the yogurt and cottage cheese up). Car seats are in the Pathfinder (because God knows, if I kept them in the car, there'd be 3 inches of snow to get through). Alarm is set for 4:30.
Let's hope there's enough gas in the truck to get me to town.
Greta went in to her daycare today and had a great day, from all reports.
Tomorrow I'm on parade. It starts at about 7:40 or so. Finding parking will be very difficult no doubt. So, in order to actually make it on time, I'm trying something new.
At 5:45, I'll wake up the girls (15 minutes earlier than usual) and hopefully we'll be in the car leaving at 6:00. I then drop Ray off at her Godmother's house at 6:15 and book it to Victoria with Greta, to make sure she can walk through the doors at daycare at 7:00 on the button. I wish it would open five minutes earlier, but that's a battle we have never won.
So, with any luck, I'll hit easy-going traffic at 7:05 and be able to make it to base by 7:30.
Of course, it's supposed to snow overnight. And Thursday is notorious for heavy traffic. Unless it's snowed, in which case it'll be light, but slow.
I'm going in in uniform. Lunches are ready to go (just gotta load the yogurt and cottage cheese up). Car seats are in the Pathfinder (because God knows, if I kept them in the car, there'd be 3 inches of snow to get through). Alarm is set for 4:30.
Let's hope there's enough gas in the truck to get me to town.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
We shoulda got the nanny
Way back in the day, when I was on mat leave with Ray, we debated between hiring a live-out nanny or putting Ray into daycare. Based on the $1200 a month salary we'd be paying, we opted for daycare, which was about 1/2 that. Now we have two, and the cost is nearly $1300 a month for both daycare and preschool/out of school care. Now, I'm also at work full time, and I'm finding it really hard to keep telling work that either Ray is sick or Greta is sick. This happens on average, 3-4 days per month. Not to mention, what if I get sick?
A live-in nanny isn't really an option for us, but someone who would watch the girls M-F, drive Ray to preschool and pick her up, do some light housework (laundry and floors and dishes really), and be able/willing to babysit one night a week would be a GODSEND!
Now, $1200 seems like a bargain for all that. Is this a pipe dream? Is there anyone out there who does this sort of thing, or is it only live-in?
To add to the mix, we're in Shawnigan, and it seems there's not much choice up this way. We definitely need someone here though, only because the preschool program is in Cobble Hill, and her kindergarten is also starting in Cobble Hill come September. Right now it's so hard on the girls:
Up at 6, dressed and in the car by 6:15. Drop off Ray at preschool at 6:30 when it opens, and then Greta and I are on our way by about 6:35 to Colwood, where her daycare is. It opens at 7:00, so we're there just afterwards, and if I don't leave there by 7:12 (or so), then I miss the blue boat at 7:25 and have to wait for the 7:35. Doesn't sound like much of a difference, but it is when you need to start work as close to 7:30 as possible!
Once June or July rolls around, they'll both be in the preschool together, and they do drop off/pick up a the kindergarten for Ray. Thing is, due to the hours of daycare and kindergarten, we'll be still paying full time rates for her once she starts. So now, instead of $1275 a month, we're looking at $1300 a month. That $25, again, doesn't seem like much, but it means something else suffers (usually our magazine habit).
What would be perfect for us is someone who can be here at 6:00 every morning, then they could feed the girls breakfast when they wake up and take Ray to preschool for 8:45 and hang out with Greta until it's time to pick up Ray, either just before or just after noon. Then they'd come home, have their naps here, and dinner would be started by the time Sailor and I arrive home around 5:00.
As it is, Ray's in preschool/care for 10 hours and Greta's at her daycare for 8 1/2 or 9. It's part of the price we pay for living up here I suppose.
If I could find someone who is trust-worthy, has a driver's license, a criminal record check, and infant/child first aid who would do all that for $1200 a month...
Update on Ray: she threw up bile three times over night and started running a fever around midnight. She received Motrin three times by evening, slept most of the day away, and went to bed again at 6. She was burning hot, so got some Tylenol as well and a quick bird bath to help cool her down. She was so tired and slept so soundly at nap time, she wet her pants and the bed, poor lamb.
Tomorrow, Greta's unofficial Godfather is taking her to daycare for us and depending on the weather (yes, it's supposed to snow again!), may or may not be bringing her back in the afternoon. Thank God we have the Pathfinder!
So, Greta'll be able to play and get outside, unlike today where she put her boots on three times over her slippers (and the last two times got them on the right feet too!), and we couldn't go out because of Ray.
And I HAVE to be on parade on Thursday. This fever has one day (or less) to leave my kid.
A live-in nanny isn't really an option for us, but someone who would watch the girls M-F, drive Ray to preschool and pick her up, do some light housework (laundry and floors and dishes really), and be able/willing to babysit one night a week would be a GODSEND!
Now, $1200 seems like a bargain for all that. Is this a pipe dream? Is there anyone out there who does this sort of thing, or is it only live-in?
To add to the mix, we're in Shawnigan, and it seems there's not much choice up this way. We definitely need someone here though, only because the preschool program is in Cobble Hill, and her kindergarten is also starting in Cobble Hill come September. Right now it's so hard on the girls:
Up at 6, dressed and in the car by 6:15. Drop off Ray at preschool at 6:30 when it opens, and then Greta and I are on our way by about 6:35 to Colwood, where her daycare is. It opens at 7:00, so we're there just afterwards, and if I don't leave there by 7:12 (or so), then I miss the blue boat at 7:25 and have to wait for the 7:35. Doesn't sound like much of a difference, but it is when you need to start work as close to 7:30 as possible!
Once June or July rolls around, they'll both be in the preschool together, and they do drop off/pick up a the kindergarten for Ray. Thing is, due to the hours of daycare and kindergarten, we'll be still paying full time rates for her once she starts. So now, instead of $1275 a month, we're looking at $1300 a month. That $25, again, doesn't seem like much, but it means something else suffers (usually our magazine habit).
What would be perfect for us is someone who can be here at 6:00 every morning, then they could feed the girls breakfast when they wake up and take Ray to preschool for 8:45 and hang out with Greta until it's time to pick up Ray, either just before or just after noon. Then they'd come home, have their naps here, and dinner would be started by the time Sailor and I arrive home around 5:00.
As it is, Ray's in preschool/care for 10 hours and Greta's at her daycare for 8 1/2 or 9. It's part of the price we pay for living up here I suppose.
If I could find someone who is trust-worthy, has a driver's license, a criminal record check, and infant/child first aid who would do all that for $1200 a month...
Update on Ray: she threw up bile three times over night and started running a fever around midnight. She received Motrin three times by evening, slept most of the day away, and went to bed again at 6. She was burning hot, so got some Tylenol as well and a quick bird bath to help cool her down. She was so tired and slept so soundly at nap time, she wet her pants and the bed, poor lamb.
Tomorrow, Greta's unofficial Godfather is taking her to daycare for us and depending on the weather (yes, it's supposed to snow again!), may or may not be bringing her back in the afternoon. Thank God we have the Pathfinder!
So, Greta'll be able to play and get outside, unlike today where she put her boots on three times over her slippers (and the last two times got them on the right feet too!), and we couldn't go out because of Ray.
And I HAVE to be on parade on Thursday. This fever has one day (or less) to leave my kid.
Monday, February 23, 2009
Murphy's Law of Deployment Parenting #7
Have you read the book, The Secret? Basically, it says, whatever you put out into the universe, you get. So, if you ask the universe for... say... a boyfriend, you'd get one. Be sure to ask for YOUR boyfriend though, or you'll end up with someone else's. Trust me on that.
Anyway, as I was driving home this afternoon, thinking to myself, "Gee, I wonder what I can blog about tonight?" the universe answered my question. In spades.
A little background first. Ray's preschool had Vegetable Soup Day today. Everyone was asked to bring something for the pot. We brought 1/2 a cabbage. Upon arrival this afternoon picking her up, Ray said, "My tummy hurts." I asked her why and she said because she was hungry because she didn't eat her lunch. Typical Ray, really. She won't eat what I pack her out of stubbornness (I wonder where she gets THAT from... DAD!), and then she's hungry and makes herself feel crappy.
We got into the car after Ray said she wanted to go home, and we were about 2 minutes away from the house when suddenly she started barfing. Now, it wasn't projectile (thank God), and she didn't really say anything (kinda freaked me out really), but it just came pouring out of her. Onto her coat, her mud pants, her boots, the car seat, the car seat harness and clips, and the floor mat.
Meanwhile, Greta sees this and looses.her.shit. I mean screaming and crying and freaking out. All the while, Ray is just breathing and barfing. I undid the windows, rain be damned, and tried to air the car out. So we now have cold air pushing the smell of vomit throughout the car, one child screeching in terror at her sister, the other child realizing what she just did and starting to sob and whine, and the BNL singing about snacktime. I guess I know what I'm writing about!
We made it home and I took Greta out of the car immediately and put her in the house. I grabbed a garbage bag and a dishrag and returned to Ray who was angry that she was all goopy. Somehow I managed to get her unbuckled and out of the car. We took her coat off and put it into the bag as well as the floor mat. I removed the car seat and took everything inside. Britax makes a great car seat and it's easy to disassemble in times of emergency. I hope it's as easy to put together when I do that later.
So while the car seat cover and straps and floor mat were going around the washing machine, I cleaned the other straps and the seat, started supper cooking and fed the cat (can't do just ONE thing, right?). Ray assured me she felt just fine, and she did for about an hour. Then she picked at her rice and drank some juice and wanted to go to bed. Two hours earlier than usual!
We all went upstairs for a bath (them, not me) and bed, and I put a towel under Ray's pillow and a plastic bowl beside it. Then the car seat stuff went into the dryer and I headed out to the car to clean it out.
If you don't have a Little Green Machine or something like it - invest. I swear, since we've had the girls this thing has saved carpets, rugs and now car seats and floors. I vaccuumed first and plugged that puppy in and the car smells fresher already! Still raining, btw.
So, here's the Law of Deployment Parenting#7. This is actually a law in 3 parts:
7a: Children shall not be healthy for more than 14 calendar days in a row.
7b: If children ARE healthy for more than 14 calendar days in a row, they shall become sick the night before you have an important meeting/client/project and/or presentation at work.
7c: If you decide to try to go into work and put the children into daycare/ preschool anyway, said children will get sick as many times as it takes for you to rid yourself of the notion.
My Career Manager visit is tomorrow at 8:30. IF Ray manages to sleep and not puke again, I'll take her in to preschool and drop Greta off at daycare and attempt to make the meeting at least. If, on the other hand, Ray yarfs up a few more times tonight, I'll be calling my boss and asking him to reschedule the meeting for me til Wednesday.
So let's see... Sailor left on the 5th of Feb. Greta got Fifth's Disease on the 7th and then a tummy bug on the 9th and was sick for the week... and now two weeks later Ray's losing her soup.
Murphy's Law is more powerful than that of Gravity.
Anyway, as I was driving home this afternoon, thinking to myself, "Gee, I wonder what I can blog about tonight?" the universe answered my question. In spades.
A little background first. Ray's preschool had Vegetable Soup Day today. Everyone was asked to bring something for the pot. We brought 1/2 a cabbage. Upon arrival this afternoon picking her up, Ray said, "My tummy hurts." I asked her why and she said because she was hungry because she didn't eat her lunch. Typical Ray, really. She won't eat what I pack her out of stubbornness (I wonder where she gets THAT from... DAD!), and then she's hungry and makes herself feel crappy.
We got into the car after Ray said she wanted to go home, and we were about 2 minutes away from the house when suddenly she started barfing. Now, it wasn't projectile (thank God), and she didn't really say anything (kinda freaked me out really), but it just came pouring out of her. Onto her coat, her mud pants, her boots, the car seat, the car seat harness and clips, and the floor mat.
Meanwhile, Greta sees this and looses.her.shit. I mean screaming and crying and freaking out. All the while, Ray is just breathing and barfing. I undid the windows, rain be damned, and tried to air the car out. So we now have cold air pushing the smell of vomit throughout the car, one child screeching in terror at her sister, the other child realizing what she just did and starting to sob and whine, and the BNL singing about snacktime. I guess I know what I'm writing about!
We made it home and I took Greta out of the car immediately and put her in the house. I grabbed a garbage bag and a dishrag and returned to Ray who was angry that she was all goopy. Somehow I managed to get her unbuckled and out of the car. We took her coat off and put it into the bag as well as the floor mat. I removed the car seat and took everything inside. Britax makes a great car seat and it's easy to disassemble in times of emergency. I hope it's as easy to put together when I do that later.
So while the car seat cover and straps and floor mat were going around the washing machine, I cleaned the other straps and the seat, started supper cooking and fed the cat (can't do just ONE thing, right?). Ray assured me she felt just fine, and she did for about an hour. Then she picked at her rice and drank some juice and wanted to go to bed. Two hours earlier than usual!
We all went upstairs for a bath (them, not me) and bed, and I put a towel under Ray's pillow and a plastic bowl beside it. Then the car seat stuff went into the dryer and I headed out to the car to clean it out.
If you don't have a Little Green Machine or something like it - invest. I swear, since we've had the girls this thing has saved carpets, rugs and now car seats and floors. I vaccuumed first and plugged that puppy in and the car smells fresher already! Still raining, btw.
So, here's the Law of Deployment Parenting#7. This is actually a law in 3 parts:
7a: Children shall not be healthy for more than 14 calendar days in a row.
7b: If children ARE healthy for more than 14 calendar days in a row, they shall become sick the night before you have an important meeting/client/project and/or presentation at work.
7c: If you decide to try to go into work and put the children into daycare/ preschool anyway, said children will get sick as many times as it takes for you to rid yourself of the notion.
My Career Manager visit is tomorrow at 8:30. IF Ray manages to sleep and not puke again, I'll take her in to preschool and drop Greta off at daycare and attempt to make the meeting at least. If, on the other hand, Ray yarfs up a few more times tonight, I'll be calling my boss and asking him to reschedule the meeting for me til Wednesday.
So let's see... Sailor left on the 5th of Feb. Greta got Fifth's Disease on the 7th and then a tummy bug on the 9th and was sick for the week... and now two weeks later Ray's losing her soup.
Murphy's Law is more powerful than that of Gravity.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Eight Days A Week
Doing the work of two leaves me frustrated by Thursday night. Weekends are okay, because I can do things throughout the day while the girls play with each other or if we’re all out getting groceries, banking, etc. Friday’s fine, because I know that we can sleep in the next morning, and I have that extra 45 minutes in the morning routine to add in a set up for supper that night. Monday to Thursday though, really gets tough.
Every second Monday is recycle day, so I have to make sure all that’s out at the end of the driveway that morning. The first Tuesday of each month is Greta’s speech therapy appointment (in the house, thankfully), and the second Tuesday is the Grief Support Group meeting. The next night is my monthly Mary Kay meeting (yes, it’s not like I have ENOUGH to do, I also have two home-based businesses – Mary Kay and Mona Vie). I have a deal with my sitter to exchange time for product, so that’s all good.
The first Thursday of the month is water bottle exchange day – easy to put out, harder to bring in. Every Friday is garbage day, with the last Friday of the month being house cleaner day, so everything gets put up off the floors for the cleaners in the living room, kitchen, hallway, and our bedrooms and things get taken off counters in bathrooms and kitchen. It almost feels like I’m cleaning up for the cleaners.
I love having those two nights a month out of the house, but that leaves me REALLY playing catch-up on housework for the rest of the week. I’m running a load of wash every night – Ray’s, diapers, Greta’s, mine (1st load), diapers, mine (2nd load), sheets and towels, diapers, Ray’s… round and round. I try to set it off on a delay so it’s washed while we’re out then in the dryer during supper.
The dishwasher is run every night around midnight – we go through a lot of plastic containers for lunches and left-overs – and the door is open during the day to air-dry. The dishes are put away while I’m making supper so that it’s empty after we eat.
I try to make lunches up as I’m tidying up from supper, but sometimes I run out of containers, so I have to tack on the cut fruit, yogurt and cottage cheese the next morning. If I run out of drink containers, I have to add one more in the morning too.
Since garbage day is Friday, I run around Thursday night putting the smaller bags into the big one, usually while supper is cooking if I’m lucky. Not to mention the compost bucket needs emptying twice a week or so, and since there’s still snow on the ground, I prefer to do that during daylight hours.
The first chance I get to sit down and not be ‘on’, is while Ray is up, but Greta’s in bed. Ray can usually hang by herself and read or colour while I do some work and surfing on the computer. On weekends, the girls like to watch the Youtube video of their late grandpa driving the steam train in
By the time Ray’s in bed and has allowed me to escape, it’s close to 8:30. I’m up at 5 the next morning, so I try not to stay up past 9:30, but that’s hard to do if I’m paying bills, balancing the budget, making up our grocery list for the weekend, replying to emails and finding some Facebook time too. Not to mention, Sailor likes his emails from me, and I like to tell him how our days went.
I’m also a tv show lover. I tape my shows and manage to catch up Friday and Saturday night, because the rest of the time I’m too bagged.
How single parents do this every day amazes me. I have more respect than ever for my mum who was a single parent, and for all my friends who were/are.
I need an extra day where I can play catch up between Wednesday and Thursday. We could call it Noday.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Saturday Ramblings
My sister-in-law came by today with her friend from out of town. It was great! I took Ray to dance class (where she danced the whole.time!) and then we went to the grocery store afterwards. SIL stayed with Greta and when we got home, she was in dire need of a nap. Which she didn't take til half an hour prior to her usual getting up time.
Anywho, we had a great visit and I was able to make two batches of an applesauce coffee cake - one loaf for her and 12 muffins for me and the girls to share this week in our lunches. Turned out nicely. We had left-overs for supper and tomorrow we'll probably have a roast chicken or something.
Tomorrow is a go at my friend's place - her husband was nice enough to say, "bring the girls over", so I get to sit in the choir and sing. Then the girls and I are going to town for a visit at the MFRC's family info session. I hope there'll be other families there from up this way.
We're all booked in next weekend for hair trimming. The hairdresser and I have a deal - she does our hair, I give her Mary Kay in exchange. Works out great!
Thank goodness this is a short month and money is coming on Friday. We're cutting it close sometimes with all the price increases on food.
Next weekend, my SIL is coming back on Sunday. I'll be taking the truck and running stuff to the dump, stuff to the children's consignment store, and stuff to the recycle depot. YAY! I can get rid of junk that's lying around the basement. I'll also be making more cat food for Keeks. Raw food costs so much less than canned food. All told, it's about ninety cents per day, and super healthy for him too.
Speaking of which, Monday is recycle day, so I have lots of boxes to break down tomorrow and put out. The fire is going downstairs and once the girls are in bed, I'm heading to my own with a popcicle and the tv shows from the past week to catch up on.
Well, the young one is poopy, the big one is loud, and this one is tired. Gonna write to Sailor (he's now 3 hours behind us), and call it a night.
Anywho, we had a great visit and I was able to make two batches of an applesauce coffee cake - one loaf for her and 12 muffins for me and the girls to share this week in our lunches. Turned out nicely. We had left-overs for supper and tomorrow we'll probably have a roast chicken or something.
Tomorrow is a go at my friend's place - her husband was nice enough to say, "bring the girls over", so I get to sit in the choir and sing. Then the girls and I are going to town for a visit at the MFRC's family info session. I hope there'll be other families there from up this way.
We're all booked in next weekend for hair trimming. The hairdresser and I have a deal - she does our hair, I give her Mary Kay in exchange. Works out great!
Thank goodness this is a short month and money is coming on Friday. We're cutting it close sometimes with all the price increases on food.
Next weekend, my SIL is coming back on Sunday. I'll be taking the truck and running stuff to the dump, stuff to the children's consignment store, and stuff to the recycle depot. YAY! I can get rid of junk that's lying around the basement. I'll also be making more cat food for Keeks. Raw food costs so much less than canned food. All told, it's about ninety cents per day, and super healthy for him too.
Speaking of which, Monday is recycle day, so I have lots of boxes to break down tomorrow and put out. The fire is going downstairs and once the girls are in bed, I'm heading to my own with a popcicle and the tv shows from the past week to catch up on.
Well, the young one is poopy, the big one is loud, and this one is tired. Gonna write to Sailor (he's now 3 hours behind us), and call it a night.
Friday, February 20, 2009
Raisins Come From Grapes
If you know that line, then you've been Snacktimed too. We've had this cd since the summer and it plays every day in the car. I know all the songs. In order.With harmonies. It's getting to the point where I am hearing these songs all the time, whether we're in the car or not.
There's a lice scare going around the preschool. We're clear, but the thought of it makes my head itch. I've put tea-tree oil around the girl's scalp, along the edges of their hair line. Stinky, but it works. I hope I can keep that at bay.
Sailor's not having fun - rough seas. I remember all too well trying to do work in rough weather. It saps any energy you may have, trying to keep upright while working, walking, or doing rounds. Even lying in your rack can be hard to do if the ship hits a roll the wrong way. That's why we have seat belts and nets under our mattresses.
The MFRC has a potluck Info Session on Sunday afternoon that I'm taking the girls to. We'll bring some left-over colcannon and maybe I can get an hour with them having fun in the playroom. They're having one per month, so we're going to try to attend them all. Maybe we can meet some families from up this way and then it won't seem so lonesome.
My friend who was to watch the girls for me Sunday morning while I'm at church as bronchitis, so I may or may not be dropping them off.
Anyway, now that the song is going through my head, I'll finish the line:
People come from apes
I come from Canada
No offense to the BNL, but I really wish the girls liked Led Zeppelin.
There's a lice scare going around the preschool. We're clear, but the thought of it makes my head itch. I've put tea-tree oil around the girl's scalp, along the edges of their hair line. Stinky, but it works. I hope I can keep that at bay.
Sailor's not having fun - rough seas. I remember all too well trying to do work in rough weather. It saps any energy you may have, trying to keep upright while working, walking, or doing rounds. Even lying in your rack can be hard to do if the ship hits a roll the wrong way. That's why we have seat belts and nets under our mattresses.
The MFRC has a potluck Info Session on Sunday afternoon that I'm taking the girls to. We'll bring some left-over colcannon and maybe I can get an hour with them having fun in the playroom. They're having one per month, so we're going to try to attend them all. Maybe we can meet some families from up this way and then it won't seem so lonesome.
My friend who was to watch the girls for me Sunday morning while I'm at church as bronchitis, so I may or may not be dropping them off.
Anyway, now that the song is going through my head, I'll finish the line:
People come from apes
I come from Canada
No offense to the BNL, but I really wish the girls liked Led Zeppelin.
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