I’m all about the square ones filled with caramel. I will search out every one of these. I’ll do dark or light chocolate, doesn’t matter as long as it involves caramel filling.
I can also do some of the other filled ones - I like coconut - but I avoid the chocolate covered nuts and chocolate covered “juicy” cherries at all costs.
That would be the temperature that Liam, Elena, and I are sporting this lovely Saturday evening. And it’s not from running around, sitting in a hot tub, or having a nice steam bath. We are all legitimately sick.
I KNEW when Liam started asking me to hold him Wednesday afternoon that something must be wrong. (He’s not a cuddler.) But, I chalked it up to teeth.
I wasn’t surprised when he acted the same way on Thursday (teeth), but when I woke up with a sore throat yesterday, I realized that it might be something more than that damn molar that hasn’t come through yet. And after E was up four times in the night last night, I determined that she was probably struggling with something more than just a reaction to her shots on Thursday.
So, drug us up I did. And it seems to be helping.
But this evening, when we were all due for meds, I took our temperatures, just for the hell of it. I was shocked when they all topped out EXACTLY the same.
It’s low-grade so I’m sure that we just have a virus and we’re going to have to wait it out, but I felt bad enough to bail on the Cousin’s Game Night at Jenni’s this evening.
Unfortunately, since I didn’t know the kids had fevers until this evening, we went to climb at the gym this morning and took Liam to the child care center there.
I shiver when I think about the number of things he probably licked, leaving the germs to find hosts in nose-pickers, finger-eaters, and non-hand-washers in a 10-mile radius.
Don’t you wish you were my neighbor?
Anyway, it looks like I’ll be spending New Year’s Eve taking it easy instead of living it up. But, Aaron’s in charge of the party this year, so I have nothing to worry about, right?
Riiiiiight.
Since my matriculation to That University I Attended, I haven’t lived in the same dwelling longer than two years.
Now, this is a total pain in the ass in some respects: I don’t like packing and unpacking, nor do I like searching for a place to call home. BUT, every time I move I end up doing two things:
So. We’ve been in this house three-and-a-half years now and we have no plans to move. We like it here. We’re settled.
But today, after attempting to locate homes for all of the new stuff we got this holiday season - in addition to all of the xmas stuff I had to put away, I realized that our nomadic tendencies were the only thing keeping us “clean.”
I should have known that after this long in one space the crap would start taking over; it was always at the edge of overtaking us at the two-year moving point. So, this time, due to the non-nomadic nature of the Family Unit, it’s gotten completely out of hand.
Oh, and I know exactly how it started: I can’t get rid of things that we might use again.
You know, important things:
So you can see how an item here and there turned our storage area into some sort of weird urban sprawl, making it exceedingly difficult to walk in the storage area, much less place additional items in it.
Oh, and you know what’s so great about this house? We have TWO, count ‘em - TWO, storage areas.
Both. completely. jacked. up.
Sooo, you’d think that if I organized the storage areas everything would be peachy, right? No. It wouldn’t. Because the rest of the house is a disaster as well.
Basically? The entire house is driving me crazy.
So. I’ve decided that we are going to have a Pseudo Move.
Over the next couple of months I will reorder each room in the house so that it feels as though we’ve just moved in.
Everything will be in Its Place:
The house will be “CLEAN.”
Certainly this will take some time and effort and I’ll have to have Aaron watch the kids, which means it happens on the weekends, which means it will kind of suck. But it will be worth it. Order will be restored and I don’t have to pack a million boxes (tissue could come in handy here, though) load a U-Haul, unload a U-Haul and unpack a million boxes (saving the tissue, of course).
And the next best part about the Pseudo Move? Once we’re “moved in,” we get to plan, prioritize and execute all of the projects we want to do when we’ve moved in the “new” house.
So I guess this is just a smidge of what will be keeping me busy over the next few months (years) or so. (In addition to providing my children with quality mom-kid experiences and consistent attention and discipline, of course.)
You have any plans?
Guess who's coming to dinner....
And don't you dare show up without Cheddar Bunnies.
