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Preludes And Nocturnes

The Good, The Bad, And the Ugly.

March 22nd, 2009

The Good.

Friday night we all got out together to go for sushi. I love taking Malcolm for sushi. People get a real kick out of seeing a baby getting some avocado roll off the chopsticks.

I got a bunch of books out of the library including two Buffy and one Angel comic.

I got a wonderful book on making collage ATC - and just the flip through I did already made me get special tingles at the thought of crafting this coming week.

The Bad.

None of that crafting got to be this weekend. It is 11:41pm on Sunday night and I just finished my prep for tomorrow because I’m doing up an amazing grammar review that will serve me well. Good long-term. But sucky for the crafting plans of the weekend.

The Ugly.

I’m being punished for enjoying the sunshine yesterday.  Jim, Malcolm, and I walked down to the library - we live up on a rather steep hill. It was all good yesterday, and we had a wonderful time.  It was such a nice break. Jim is writing all weekend as he has a deadline tomorrow, so I’ve been beeb-wrangling along with getting this skookum powerpoint grammar review ready for this week.

It was wonderful to get out for a walk.  But today - ahhhhh - my shins! I have amazing upper body workout built into the mom gig.  I get lots of stairs with our house. But I don’t get any of that particular ‘walking down a hill while holding a stroller worth of 22.2lbs of beeby’ workout in my daily life.

So today my shins are killing me. I just typed shits are killing me.  Seems about right.

Shin splints suck monkey butt.

Post where I mostly bitch and moan - two parts.

December 13th, 2008

Okay, I have nine million things to post about. But I don’t have time. We’re being PRODUCTIVE! We are getting so much done these days, it is scary. Today we got up, I made a set of cards and mailed them out for an etsy order, Jim and I spent 1.5hrs cleaning the house as we got rid of the cleaner lady because she kept pissing me off, we shoveled the fifty feet of snow outside even after Jim did the stairs (both sides of the house) last night, went and ran errands, went to the gym (Jim and I are testing out a gym we can both go to), got/brought home/ put away groceries, and now I’m drinking some Emergen-C while posting this.

Having so much fun with feeding Malcolm. And he is getting very excited about his aunties showing up soon! Posting another video - and there are more on my youtube page.

But I do have to tell you about this. So yeah, the cleaning lady did not work out. We got her three times - every two weeks - and each time she short changed us on time. I was told by the company they have to book 2hr min. So fine. I outline what I’m wanting done - the three bathrooms (two half baths and one full), vacuum both floors, wash floors, wipe/dust… that’s about it.  I do all the initial tidy, and I know I can get that all done in 2hrs without beeb. I was open to suggestions that it was too much, etc.. but the problem seemed to be with her staying here for the whole two hours, not my list.

The first week the woman arrived and we wait for 15 minutes for the owner to meet us. She doesn’t. A phone call confirms she isn’t coming so the woman starts cleaning.. but I end up with about an hour and a half of actual cleaning.  I pay the full 2hrs.  Oh well - on to next time two weeks later.

She was really chatty the first time and I figured it was to get to know me a bit, and who doesn’t want to chat with the amazing beeb?  But the second time is still really chatty and all I can think is, “dear god, please start cleaning! We only have two hours and whatever you don’t get done I will run around and try to do over the next few days and the whole point of this is to have a bit more free time to tackle the boxes still packed in and around the house!”  She likes to talk to the cats, the beeb, etc. At the 1.5 hour mark she kinda starts losing steam. I was told that there wasn’t enough time to dust both floors each time - that we’d have to alternate between them on the cleans.  I’m excited because this is the rotation for the main floor! My house with all the beautiful molding (is that right?) ledges, edges, doors with detail (curse you detail!) all capture dust.  Light fixtures have a few cobwebs, and the kitchen cabnets have lips to be decorated with dribble.

So now the dust on the main floor will get tackled!  But she didn’t tackle. She kinda wandered and fluffed the rag about.  And then she ended twenty minutes early to write out a list of cleaning products she wants me to buy (even after I bought all these other ones the owner had said I needed). Again I’m paying for just over 1.5 hours of cleaning.

I wander around after she leaves early and look at various spots I would have wanted clean. I think if there is that much free time, why not do dusting on both floors?  The upstairs bedroom floor has dirty water drips leading out of it.  The main bathroom has a dustball I had noticed in the same spot that morning (open spot.. not under anything).

So I was going to nix the cleaning contract. But we were busy and out of town in the week before she was due, and I thought maybe those were growing pains.  Third time’s the ch…. yeah.   She had to leave halfway through the clean but came back.. and then didn’t add on enough time to make up for it all. The dirty drip marks again, didn’t have time to finish a few things, gave my cat hell for being on the counter, and all in all made me not feel the joy.

We’re not rich. I love the idea of having someone come in and do the big things so we can just managed the beeb and the jobs and the cooking and laundry and finishing up some projects - but this is $50 from our eating out budget. So Jim and I are going to try something - every two weeks we’ll clean at the same time, tackle the list, and pay ourselves the money. Not for bills, we can buy books or crafts or sushi.  In fact, we’re going to do sushi next week for today’s clean!  Pretty sweet as I took Jim out for sushi for his birthday at the beginning of the month too! But yeah, I was disappointed with the cleaner. We might try another place in January when we’re both working. I totally think it is worth $50 to have someone actually clean the bathrooms, vacuum, wash, and dust.  But as Jim pointed out, it isn’t worth me being pissed every two weeks.  I hate to think I’m a drama queen or something, but I want to pay someone for actually helping me out!

My eyes never waiver from the ultimate goalheywhat’sthatoverthere?

November 1st, 2008

Malcolm is napping, I have showered and come downstairs with a mission.  Diapers to stuff and put away, dishwasher to unload, wash to put on, kitchen to tidy… I power through the diapers, the wash is washing, the kitchen counters are cleared, the dishwasher is half unloaded when I see the penguin.

And to clarify, the metal penguin martini shaker.

The top of the shaker is stuck on the bottom. We tried to separate him last weekend when Melly was here. No go.  So, in the middle of my cleaning spree, I end up spending 15 minutes trying all sorts of tricks to get him unstuck.  No luck.  And then, do I go back to the dishwasher and finish my cleaning spree?  No.  I end up standing in the living room watching how the latest Flip turned out and then open my laptop.

WHY???!!!

Why can’t I just keep unloading the dishwasher? Attention span of a fruitfly, I tell you!  And now there are clean dishes strewn about and the ones in the sink waiting to be loaded.

Curse you penguin!

Boo…

October 30th, 2008

As opposed to “BOO!” - that would be linked to the little mound of empty mini-chocolate bar wrappers stacked next to me here. Does it make any difference that I bought an exercise ball at the same time as the chocolate?  I’d like to note that last year I was TOOO SICK to eat nary a one of these evil little bites of heaven.  But hmm, my hips got wider anyway. Yes.

The “boo….” is that I cut my eye.  How grotty (and hallowe’eny) is that?  No, no eye patch yet. I get drops to start and then if that doesn’t do it I have to go back in.  I don’t know how I did it, I rubbed my eye in the shower and I don’t know if something washed into it just before I rubbed it, but I thought it was red from the shampoo (I get that sometimes - and by sometimes I mean all the time).  So it was red and then it had a little bump on the side eyeball part and a little bit of red blood or something but, ya know, we had things to do so we were kinda busy.  Then on the way home (Jim with a nice new haircut and both of us with shiney new grown-up Wills) I noticed my eyeball was still really really hurting.

Off to the drop-in clinic and 15 minutes later I’m heading back downtown for a prescription for my mangled eyeball.  While waiting for the prescription I bought some caaandy for tomorrow night - er, I avoided the eyeball candy, that kinda squicked me out - and an exercise ball.  When Melly and I were at the gym on Sunday a woman actually commented to me on how impressed she was with my ab work on the ball.  Thanks to google I now know it is called the exercise ball leg curl as seen here. Please note, not all the pictures are correct.. but you’ll get the idea.  When I got back to the gym two weeks ago I couldn’t get my butt off the ground… at all.  It was like someone was sitting on me - like my stomach was its own person sitting on me.  But this weekend I managed to do a few and a total stranger said nice things to me.  How sweet.  So I bought a new exercise ball to use in the evening at home while watching TV (er, I mean, while reading and being a productive member of society).

I’ve had two of these exercise balls before. Both have been killed by kitties. I’m not sure why this one will be different. It just will.. okay?

So for that we will have a Yay!

Dear Internet

September 30th, 2008

It is 11:25pm on a Tuesday night. Malcolm is sleeping.

Why am I still up and looking at random junk sites online? What is this power you have over me?  Why don’t I just go to bed?

*pook*

Productivity is painful

July 29th, 2008

Yesterday I cleaned both upstairs bathrooms. I timed myself and it took just over 30 min; this included the tub/shower, both toilets, sinks, baseboards, and cabinets.  Then I vacuumed the main floor rugs (side note: I want a dyson as my mom has one and it kicks ass.. then I just realised this morning we have the rough work done for central vacuum which I think would then cost less than a dyson and actually be quite handy with all the stairs here).  Then I started work on the office and promptly dropped some rather large framed art from the top of the spare closet onto the top of my foot, edges down.

You know that moment. That moment where the pain hasn’t started, but you can tell by the impact that it is coming.  When you look down and only see scrapes but no blood, but you know the blood is coming.  I hobbled over to the chair cursing like a trucker and sat down just in time for the pain and the blood.

My foot is a total mess. Holy sweet jesus that hurt!  I think I was being punished for being too productive.  Or possibly being too productive while sleep deprived.

Yes yes, now how about a picture of the beeb! This is from today while he was having a sleep after grandma came over so MOM could have a sleep.

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Posting in a way that won’t make me Postal.

March 28th, 2008

So I’ll keep it as a point form and not get into too many details.  Hospital policy re: baby must leave in car seat.  (There are reasons. This is - I think - Canada wide. Could just be by hospital. Whatever. And I like my Dr and will still deliver here, just having to get the blood pressure down so won’t ninja-kick nurse.)

Our car seat doesn’t click in and out.  Gets bolted in as single unit.  Best car seat out there.  Super fancy-fine.

Phone to find out how we figure out above mentioned policy.  Figure there will be something about them coming out to see car seat in car and baby into car so beeb is safe.  Remember - installation the biggest issue with car seats.

Phone lame-o nurse.  She repeats policy like broken record.  Makes me mental.

States I must unbolt car seat and bring it in.  This car seat is not meant to be carried with beeb in it. Not how it works.

Then when I try to ‘problem solve’ like a critical thinking adult human around “okay, so what can we do here because my car seat doesn’t come out like this… so how do we solve this?”  her reply is “well, until the parents bring a seat into the ward, we don’t let you take the baby out.”

I wouldn’t recommend ever saying to a seven month pregnant woman that you will keep their baby.  Doesn’t matter if there is a logical solution out there (ie: mom stating we’ll just use her car seat to get the beeb out to our car) - pregnant mom will simply enter the black rage zone.

There were a few more attempts and trying to figure out how this can work.  Then I started to try to problem solve around an illogical policy.  Then I started to cry and was told this nurse was too busy to just talk to me on the phone all day.  I’ll leave it at that because I really cannot alienate this ward (in my own mind) because I’ll need them.  And I don’t have a hate-on for nurses, just for non-critical-thinking policies.  And this happens all over the place, I know.  Jim has a story about a friend not getting a treatment on a booked day because a car service was not the same as a friend to drive you home.

So all in all, it will be fine.  And I’ll get home with the beeb.  I just need to purge this story and move on because it is not up to me (at seven months pregnant) to lobby to alter hospital policy.  I can do that in July, if I still so desire.

Oh yeah, and prenatal class was pretty useless and Jim and I could have taught a more effective class.  He would have done the communication side, I would have done the pregnancy ‘facts’ side.  I learned, I believe, three things.  I’ve decided that if I learn three more things each night (it runs for four weeks - four classes in total) I will consider it a success.

I hope to have a nice relaxing weekend.  Deep cleansing breaths…

Why I’m sitting here in a pissy mood. A list.

March 6th, 2008

*Student who plagiarized met with me yesterday and implied I (as a woman) did not really know what I was talking about.

*I must meet with student again tomorrow and try to not get myself fired.

*Marking proposals today I knocked over a glass of water onto 6 of them and they are now warped.

*Marking quiz today I find two quizzes with the exact (EXACT) same answers.  Same right answers are one thing. Same wrong answers are something else. Yes, they sit next to each other.

I feel like a fucking babysitter.

Fawwwwk

March 4th, 2008

I just managed to shrink my fecking new awesome comfy maternity jeans.   CURSE YOU PAST JENN!!!  CURSE YOOOOUUU!

Hang to dry.

Hang to dry.

Not in the dryer.

They might stretch out.  I’m wearing them right now.  I wore them every day last week save one.  They are amazing and comfy.  They go with everything.  They would work until the end of the pregnancy.  I shrank them.

<>*sigh* 

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Buying Used Stuff

February 15th, 2008

It is starting to piss me off.  I like the idea of used.  I think sometimes there is this feeling that everything has to be new, and this just isn’t the case.  I like the idea of items getting a full use, getting used up.

Beeb just kicked me so he agrees.

But buying stuff used is pissing me off.  Actually, many things are pissing me off these days as I think I’m very grumpy.  Please note, I’m officially on Reading Break.  I think the universe (University?) caught wind of my cranky-pants attitude and has thrown me a bone.  Praise jeebus.

So I went to buy the beautiful stroller from the shop today.  My first big purchase and it is lovely.  I love it.  Graco Quattro Deluxe or Extreme or some other slighly overstated adjective.  All in all, it was in chocolate paisely which I love.  Rolled it up to the front  and started looking at it.  Really looking at it.

“erm, isn’t there supposed to be a top to the harness so newborn doesn’t go flying out and break their head?”

It is missing.  Oh for the love of pete!  And the owner had stood there showing it off to us yesterday.  Clerk tries to hum and haw over this is why it is the price it is…

Excuse me? It is that price because it is UNSAFE?  WTF??

If I wasn’t so pissed I would have laughed in her face while saying “yeah OKAY!! Good effort!”  But instead I walked out pissed off and trying not to cry.  As noted earlier this week, that is what I do now, I cry over things.

Then I try to inquire online to a local woman about some diapers and end up in one of those things where suddenly I’m signed up to buy a bunch of used diapers I don’t know that I really want for more money than I was willing to spend right now… and they are used.  I mean, I want some more used diapers and I’m buying them locally as I find them (getting a little selection so I can see what I like), but all of a sudden I’m like “er, how did I agree to this?”

So then I have to email her back and say that I’m not needing her diapers.  And I’m grumpy again.  On the up side, I found some covers at the consignment shop for about $2 each and got a couple different styles so I can have a nice selection to try out when beeb arrives.

Man I’m grumpy.

To counter this and help with my insanity (I am totally insane lately), Jim and Julia both suggested - independently thus indicating that I’m radiating crazy lately and those around me are trying to fix it/me - that I set a budget for baby stuff and then just chill.  So Jim and I did that yesterday and also agreed that I needn’t worry about going back to work in September, that I chill about the house, and that I just buy what I’m wanting/needing for the baby.  I won’t go overboard because, well, I’m me.  So I’m ordering some new diapers and I think that will make me happy.

Welcome to the blog post known as “crazy brain”.

In other news, my prenatal went well yesterday and my belly is right on track and the beeb looks awesome on the ultrasound report and WHOO!

This week I’m ordering things online - new.  Yay.

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