Monday....Blah Blah Blah

After a most wonderful Rodeo weekend, I was quickly jerked back into reality today. So much for the fun weekend. First of all, the water is just not getting really hot at my house at certain times. We came to the conclusion this morning (I've thought so for about four months now) that our hot water heater is starting to go out. It's working on messing up I'm afraid. Super.

Secondly, last week Finley jumped off the bed into a bunch of pillows aka horsing around with her big brother and fell on her arm that she broke this past summer. She has complained about it every day since last week and wanted an ice pack on it last night. Hmmm. I was thinking maybe I should get it looked at so I called the ped this morning at 8:30 and the nurse said to come at 9:15. So Fin, G, and myself threw on clothes, got bottles, combed hair, and jumped in the car. I met Kyle at 7-11 and left G with him and made it to the doc about five minutes late. Only to wait an hour to see Dr. Steve and then another hour at the xray lab. In the meantime, realizing that Finley had a little girl get-together this morning at 11:30. I only remembered this bc my neighbor called and reminded me. So we raced home and dropped Fin off and I traded, well just took G from Kyle.

Thirdly, as Kyle walked out of the house after bringing G home, he went to the garage refrigerator to grab a Dr. Pepper. He started yelling, asking who unplugged the fridge. Um, nobody. Yes, it was out and all the food was hot. Super. So I cleaned all the food out of it along with the lovely thawed out, disgusting shrimp drippings. Gag! Clorox Clean-Up, Clorox Clean-Up.

Fourthly, my micorwave is trying to go out as well and has been warming things when it feels like it. New water heater. New Fridge, or not. New microwave-which has to be installed above the stove. I better zip it before the washer goes out. Knock on wood right this moment.

And Fifthly, my baby doesn't nap. He has been alive maybe 115 days and has decided that he might miss something. So, I can tell you that I did cry once today. Ok, twice I teared up and had one ugly cry. I am at the present reading The Baby Whisperer on my kindle. Please, Baby Lady English Lady Whisperer, whisper something in my ear tonight about making G take a nap. I beg you. I still have 180 loads of washing to do, including three loads of pee sheets and another suitcase to unpack, pics to frame, the grocery store, a printer to set up, some bills to pay, and a partridge and a pear tree to assemble. I cried when Kyle came home out of sheer happiness just because he can hold G. And yell at the other two. They mind him better anyways. I love my husband. I love my husband. I reallllllllyyyyyy love my husband.

So I will cheer myself up by going and sitting in the shower with A. Hot water-knock on wood B. Sugar scrub, face scrub, and a brand spanking new razor and C.Johnson's baby oil gel and also will post these pics because they will make me smile. Because I love................................

This hand, attached to the non-sleeping baby

These cheeks, attached to the baby about to be Baby Whispered

This duo of fighting like alley cats and jumping into pillows that injure old broken arms, kids

This brat-on-a-stick, cute hair girl

Oh, and this too. Just because this white sweater and crazy hair make me smile. And wish I was British. And had the power to read minds. Sighhhhh, what a day. And how was your Monday?

P.S. Beth, if you are out there, please call and say Earmuffs. Please. Just to cheer me up. : )