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slipjig3The good: I've been Mr. Home Handyman the last few days, which is to say that I stripped wallpaper from and painted a single wall in our bedroom, magically transforming it from Dilapidated Floral to Cinnamon Suede in 4,982 cuss words flat. This is my first excursion into the wonderful world of home improvement, and because my ego was at stake (and I get a little sick of being a useless slug sometimes), I insisted on doing it myself. For the record: when somebody you love tells you that Miracle Gel X "makes the paper peel right off," you should mentally add the phrase, "...on the third, fourth try, tops." Still, I don't think I Hildied it too badly. It still needs another coat, but I can still pat myself on the back for a job well done, with the knowledge that, yes, I am a freaking adult, thank you most muchly. And stop that snickering.
The bad: Margie the Babysitter called late this morning, informing me that Nik, to protest being told it was nap time, threw a toy at the face of sleeping Madison, who is also two. This apparently the last straw: Margie has given us notice to find a new sitter. Lovely. Thank you ever so much. (For those of you without children, finding day care for a child under 3 is like going up to random strangers and saying, "Excuse me, but my bandicoot has been feeling under the weather lately. Would you mind breastfeeding it for the next few days while I'm on vacation?") Luckily, Abbey is still enough in Margie's good graces that she can keep going there after school, which is a good thing, since Margie is the ONLY child care provider in Lake George, according to the local referral service. Of course, if Abbey continues doing stuff like today's trick of sticking her foot out to see what it would be like to trip her dear sitter, that may be in question as well. Ah, parenthood: the gift that keeps on giving.
The ugly: I get to work the next 10 straight days. Yes, I'll have a 3-day weekend afterwards, but bleagh anyway. Also ugly: my mood lately. I wasn't kidding when I called this the worst month ever; I haven't even talked about everything that's wrong to y'all, because it depress the bajeezus out of you. Suffice it to say, though, that if March isn't considerably better, I'm applying for monkhood.
Oh, and I got to see Kristi's class pictures tonight for every year from K through 12. Just as I suspected: she has always been that cute. Sigh...
The bad: Margie the Babysitter called late this morning, informing me that Nik, to protest being told it was nap time, threw a toy at the face of sleeping Madison, who is also two. This apparently the last straw: Margie has given us notice to find a new sitter. Lovely. Thank you ever so much. (For those of you without children, finding day care for a child under 3 is like going up to random strangers and saying, "Excuse me, but my bandicoot has been feeling under the weather lately. Would you mind breastfeeding it for the next few days while I'm on vacation?") Luckily, Abbey is still enough in Margie's good graces that she can keep going there after school, which is a good thing, since Margie is the ONLY child care provider in Lake George, according to the local referral service. Of course, if Abbey continues doing stuff like today's trick of sticking her foot out to see what it would be like to trip her dear sitter, that may be in question as well. Ah, parenthood: the gift that keeps on giving.
The ugly: I get to work the next 10 straight days. Yes, I'll have a 3-day weekend afterwards, but bleagh anyway. Also ugly: my mood lately. I wasn't kidding when I called this the worst month ever; I haven't even talked about everything that's wrong to y'all, because it depress the bajeezus out of you. Suffice it to say, though, that if March isn't considerably better, I'm applying for monkhood.
Oh, and I got to see Kristi's class pictures tonight for every year from K through 12. Just as I suspected: she has always been that cute. Sigh...
