"A Fresh Slice of Hell"
An update - the sponge earbud-thingie emerged yesterday in a poop diaper, much to my relief. At least I know it won't be floating around in her intestines for eternity.
(for those who have no idea what I'm talking about, read the prior post)
Early Intervention were here for over two hours today after cancelling on me yesterday (bastards). They're recommending that the girls receive a regimen of physical & occupational therapy, speech therapy and a teacher. Four people parading through my house at least twice a week. So to add to my already cramped schedule there's the burden of keeping the house clean and visitor worthy for the next 6 months minimum. My kids better be quoting Shakespeare verbatim soon. I was up till midnight last night cleaning, getting ready for these folks to arrive. Whenever a stranger comes into your house, you're painfully aware of the little things that you'd normally let slip by until the weekly cleaning...dustbunnies, things of that nature. Maybe I worry too much - about everything. But I already feel as though these people are judging me, I don't need them thinking I'm a lousy housekeeper as well.
So, my girlfriends and I are all getting together this weekend for professional pics of our kids. We have ELEVEN kids betweeen the four of us. This is going to be a fresh slice of hell, as Danielle so eloquently called it. Hopefully we'll get some usable pics out of the whole thing. We'll see.
Day before yesterday, S.'s crib got stuck in the down position. After she slept the night with her crib turned to the wall (to keep her from falling out on her head), I attacked it yesterday afternoon. I'm a pretty stubborn bitch when I want to be. Me, a screwdriver, some WD-40...I fixed it. I'm going to pitch a new TV show to DIY Network - "Fugazi home repairs by Christine". We'll fix things following my personal home repair mantra - "If at first it don't fit, force the motherfucker".
DH is going out tonite. He's going to see the new Rob Zombie movie "The Devil's Rejects". I have NO DESIRE to see that movie -- "House of 1000 Corpses" left me with lingering nightmares for weeks. Call me a pussy. Those movies just aren't my bag, baby. That means I have the HOUSE to myself and get to scrapbook for hours!! YAY ME!
The girls are getting up from their naps now - gotta fly. Here's the Friday Fiver:
1. Are you a dog or cat person? DOG. Most definitely.
2. How many pets do you have? Right now, three useless cats. They belong to DH.
3. Whats the best thing about your pets? NOT A FUCKING THING.
4. Whats the weirdest thing your pet has done? The oldest one, Rusty, likes boxes. He loves to climb into shipping boxes. He loves Christmas time for that reason. That, and he likes to sit outside my babies' bedroom and scream to wake them up. Fucker.
5. Plans for any more pets? Hell no. Maybe a dog once the girls get older.
(for those who have no idea what I'm talking about, read the prior post)
Early Intervention were here for over two hours today after cancelling on me yesterday (bastards). They're recommending that the girls receive a regimen of physical & occupational therapy, speech therapy and a teacher. Four people parading through my house at least twice a week. So to add to my already cramped schedule there's the burden of keeping the house clean and visitor worthy for the next 6 months minimum. My kids better be quoting Shakespeare verbatim soon. I was up till midnight last night cleaning, getting ready for these folks to arrive. Whenever a stranger comes into your house, you're painfully aware of the little things that you'd normally let slip by until the weekly cleaning...dustbunnies, things of that nature. Maybe I worry too much - about everything. But I already feel as though these people are judging me, I don't need them thinking I'm a lousy housekeeper as well.
So, my girlfriends and I are all getting together this weekend for professional pics of our kids. We have ELEVEN kids betweeen the four of us. This is going to be a fresh slice of hell, as Danielle so eloquently called it. Hopefully we'll get some usable pics out of the whole thing. We'll see.
Day before yesterday, S.'s crib got stuck in the down position. After she slept the night with her crib turned to the wall (to keep her from falling out on her head), I attacked it yesterday afternoon. I'm a pretty stubborn bitch when I want to be. Me, a screwdriver, some WD-40...I fixed it. I'm going to pitch a new TV show to DIY Network - "Fugazi home repairs by Christine". We'll fix things following my personal home repair mantra - "If at first it don't fit, force the motherfucker".
DH is going out tonite. He's going to see the new Rob Zombie movie "The Devil's Rejects". I have NO DESIRE to see that movie -- "House of 1000 Corpses" left me with lingering nightmares for weeks. Call me a pussy. Those movies just aren't my bag, baby. That means I have the HOUSE to myself and get to scrapbook for hours!! YAY ME!
The girls are getting up from their naps now - gotta fly. Here's the Friday Fiver:
1. Are you a dog or cat person? DOG. Most definitely.
2. How many pets do you have? Right now, three useless cats. They belong to DH.
3. Whats the best thing about your pets? NOT A FUCKING THING.
4. Whats the weirdest thing your pet has done? The oldest one, Rusty, likes boxes. He loves to climb into shipping boxes. He loves Christmas time for that reason. That, and he likes to sit outside my babies' bedroom and scream to wake them up. Fucker.
5. Plans for any more pets? Hell no. Maybe a dog once the girls get older.
posted by scrappintwinmom @ 2:03 PM
5 Comments:
At 2:39 PM,
Tammy said…
OH MY GOD! We too have several therapist that come for our son. At first the house had to be clean and fresh the WHOLE house. Now I say "here I am" I have seen the other kids they evaluate and I am not worried A N Y M O R E. But I so totally get what you're saying.
At 1:59 AM,
Anonymous said…
Hello! Michele sent me.
Thank god the spongie came out in the diaper. Now you just have to find a store to buy a new spongie. For some reason, I'm thinking the old one won't go back on your headset.... tee hee.
At 8:54 PM,
Steph said…
Love your blog! About the pictures, I do that every year with my sister and our kids. Hers are small and we never know what to expect, so we always get one where we're just doing whatever we want, no one is looking at the camera, ususally the older kids are looking at the little ones trying to make them laugh adn the little ones are smiling. It's pretty unstaged and always turns out cute.
And by the way, when you start thinking you're the worst mom in the world, think of me...I had to call 911 two days in a row on my first child. Once for choking on a dime and once for eating fingernail polish. Compared to that, you're a stellar mom!
Have a great night - Michele sent me!
At 9:25 AM,
Shannin said…
It may not be funny now, but when your daughter is old enough, the "eating the earbud" story will become a classic -- just like the story my grandfather loved to tell about me peeing in his pocket.
Although it's not a child, we went through something similar with our dogs. Our goofy lab ate my staffie's collar. We spent the weekend going through his poop to make sure it all came out. Fun days.
At 10:21 AM,
Carrie said…
glad the fuzzy thing showed!!!
hope the pics turned out good. what did the DH think of the movie? saw 1000 corpes... was SOOOO dissapointed! I mean, it was weird and creepy and stuff... but just kinda lame in my book.
oh well.... hope the week is going fabulous!
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