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TGIT

October 28, 2008

Thank goodness it’s Tuesday!  Today is the first day in well over a week that I haven’t had something to do or someplace to go.  My calendar last week was completely full and my stress level was high.  I had a progressive dinner to pull off with the YM and YW in our ward, cornbread to make for enrichment night, pumpkin carving with our friends, cleaning for a new mom of twins in the ward, potatoes to take to a funeral….and the list doesn’t end there.  Joseph’s car broke down on the way home from work on Thursday, which just added to the craziness.  Thankfully that happened on his last day of work for the week, giving it time to be fixed before he’d need it again.  Unfortunately, the mechanics were unable to figure out what was wrong with it, so it’s being picked up today (he had to bum a ride in this morning), undiagnosed, and I’m crossing my fingers that I don’t get a call tonight from him needing to be rescued again.  Friday was the annual family costume party with the Z’s, and Saturday was Hee Haw Farms with my family.  Joseph’s birthday was yesterday (and thanks to the car problems, he took the day off) and last night was dinner and bowling with friends to celebrate.  I was so looking forward to today, when there was nothing on the calendar to call me away from my need for a day of laziness. 

Ryan woke up sick in the middle of the night, and when I began to regain consciousness this morning, I was so glad that everyone seemed to be sleeping in (I was much too tired to lift my head to see what time it was).  Imagine my surprise when the doorbell rang at 8:15 this morning, waking us all up.  I was certain that when I opened the door in my jammies, there would be a highway patrolman there to tell me that Joseph and Chris had been in an accident on their way to work this morning.  Who else would be ringing my doorbell so early in the morning?  Oh, yeah.  There was something on my calendar for today.  Doh!  The power company was sending someone out, and I had completely forgotten.  Normally it wouldn’t have been a big deal.  Given that our appointment was sometime between 8-12 this morning, I was expecting that they’d ring my doorbell at 11:59.  I must have looked like a real zombie when I opened the door, because the guy apologized profusely for bothering us, saying that he likes to get morning appointments done at 8:00 so that people don’t have to sit around waiting for them all morning long.  Since when are service men so polite?  I’m certain that somewhere in their training manual it says that they are to wait until the last possible moment to get to their appointments, take their time getting the job done, and leave a mess behind when they finish, thus requiring the customer to dedicate their entire day to them.  This guy was definately not the norm in his industry.  He was done with the job in about 5 minutes and out the door, with another apology for being such a bother so early in the morning. 

I guess the silver lining to this story (aside from the shocking display of polite behavior from the servicement), is that my day of laziness has turned into a day of productiveness.  Rather than lounge in my jammies for the rest of the day, I showered.  Instead of leaving my house in a state of disarray, I’ve tidied it up.  It feels good to be done with all of my chores and know that I’ve got a good two hours of naptime ahead of me to sit down with a book and not feel guilty about the lack of productiveness that I had been planning on.  And you can bet that I’ll be praying that it’s a good long time before I have another week like the one that just passed!

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3 strikes and you’re out!

May 5, 2008

There are times when my blog is slow because there just isn’t anything interesting to write.  Then, there are times like yesterday when there is too much interesting stuff to write.  We started off our Sunday by skipping Stake Conference–Joseph’s idea, not mine…I had fully intended to go.  We were going to a baby blessing, so he just assumed that would cover our church appearances for the day.  Strike 1. 

So, we got everyone ready and piled into the car.  About 10 minutes into the drive, I noticed that our gas tank was precariously low.  Oops.  We’d make it to the blessing fine, but making it home without stopping for gas wouldn’t be an option.  Strike 2.

The blessing was great.  Cadence looked beautiful in her little white dress and she was full of smiles.  Of course, our kids turned into monsters the minute the meeting started and I’m sure there were plenty of back-seat parents–aka, single people or young marrieds without kids–who were swearing that when they had kids, they’d never act like that in church (I only say that because I used to be one….and now look where I am).  I’m not sure if you read this Gretta, but if you do, we sure missed your help yesterday!! 

After the meeting ended, we piled back into the car to head to the Brown’s for food.  When Joseph tried to start the car, the key wouldn’t budge.  He jiggled it around a bit, and still nothing.  He checked to make sure we were fully in park, and still nothing.  He tried to lock the steering wheel…nothing.  Thankfully, we were only a block away from the house, so we unloaded the kids and the stroller and walked.  I didn’t mention a strike 3 anywhere…maybe it was naughty kids in church….but the car problem was our “you’re out!” for the day.  I’m just glad it happened while Joseph was with me and not in the middle of a store parking lot with nowhere for us to go. 

We were able to hang out at the Brown’s until our good friend Mark interruped his watching of the Jazz game to come rescue us (thank goodness for DVR).  And, being the wonderful friends that they are, they loaned us their van for a few days until we get our car back.  Joseph made arrangements this morning for it to be towed to a mechanic, but we haven’t heard yet what the problem is, how long it will take to fix, and how far we’ll have to dig into our pockets to pay for it.

On a happy note, I came away from the experience with a new stack of clothes.  My friend Daniele was lucky enough to be gifted a closet consultation with Alicia Richmond. She had several piles of things that she needed to get rid of, and many of them happened to be in my size. I gave away the majority of my clothes last summer, after being sure my body would never be the same again after carrying twins, only to find this year that the new stuff I bought is now hanging off of me. I guess time works miracles (because it certainly wasn’t exercise 😆 ). So, I’m now the proud owner of a bunch of Daniele’s reject clothes….and while Alicia might veto them from my wardrobe as well if she went through my closet, I’m just happy to have a few things that actually fit. Thanks Daniele!

And life begins again….

January 3, 2008

I think one of the hardest things about the holidays is getting back into the swing of things once they are over.  Over the last couple of weeks we’ve had Joseph home quite a bit more, so we’ve just enjoyed time as a family.  I didn’t worry about which load of laundry went in on which day (and if you know me, that’s a HARD one!) ….I let all of the order in my life (well, OK, most of it) take a backseat and had a “go with the flow” couple of weeks. 

Yesterday, life started back over.  And it was a doozy of a day.  Both babies were cranky and clingy.  Ryan was in one of his crazy, hyper moods, I was trying to get my cleaning schedule back on track (and was completely unsuccessful), and Ryan went back to school.  The bright spot in my morning was that I managed to get a shower before noon.  Unfortunately, things didn’t improve.

Our garage door has been having some issues lately.  Joseph replaced the part in the motor that had worn out, but the door was still having trouble shutting all the way.  It’s an inconvenience, but managable until Joseph had time to figure out the problem.  I took Ryan to school, and was surprised to see the door close completely the first time as I pulled out of the driveway.  When I got home, I pulled in and as the door started to close I heard some really bad noises.  When I got out of the car, I saw that half of the garage door had jumped the track and was hanging precariously over the Trailblazer.  I didn’t dare do anything other than pull in as far as I possibly could and call Joseph.  He was going to have to come home to fix it, otherwise Ryan would be stranded at preschool (which, after my morning with him was actually a rather pleasant thought 😉 ).

He managed to find a ride home for the other guy he carpooled with and then came to fix my predicament. It wasn’t nearly as bad as he thought, even though I thought it looked really bad. He managed to get it working again, but we spent the evening pricing out garage doors…yippee.

And to top that all off, Ryan came home with about 5 scissor holes in his brand new shirt yesterday. I don’t normally send him to school in clothes that I wouldn’t be OK with getting dirty or ruined, but I went out on a limb yesterday. Serves me right.

Happy New Year!

And life begins again….

January 3, 2008

I think one of the hardest things about the holidays is getting back into the swing of things once they are over.  Over the last couple of weeks we’ve had Joseph home quite a bit more, so we’ve just enjoyed time as a family.  I didn’t worry about which load of laundry went in on which day (and if you know me, that’s a HARD one!) ….I let all of the order in my life (well, OK, most of it) take a backseat and had a “go with the flow” couple of weeks. 

Yesterday, life started back over.  And it was a doozy of a day.  Both babies were cranky and clingy.  Ryan was in one of his crazy, hyper moods, I was trying to get my cleaning schedule back on track (and was completely unsuccessful), and Ryan went back to school.  The bright spot in my morning was that I managed to get a shower before noon.  Unfortunately, things didn’t improve.

Our garage door has been having some issues lately.  Joseph replaced the part in the motor that had worn out, but the door was still having trouble shutting all the way.  It’s an inconvenience, but managable until Joseph had time to figure out the problem.  I took Ryan to school, and was surprised to see the door close completely the first time as I pulled out of the driveway.  When I got home, I pulled in and as the door started to close I heard some really bad noises.  When I got out of the car, I saw that half of the garage door had jumped the track and was hanging precariously over the Trailblazer.  I didn’t dare do anything other than pull in as far as I possibly could and call Joseph.  He was going to have to come home to fix it, otherwise Ryan would be stranded at preschool (which, after my morning with him was actually a rather pleasant thought 😉 ).

He managed to find a ride home for the other guy he carpooled with and then came to fix my predicament. It wasn’t nearly as bad as he thought, even though I thought it looked really bad. He managed to get it working again, but we spent the evening pricing out garage doors…yippee.

And to top that all off, Ryan came home with about 5 scissor holes in his brand new shirt yesterday. I don’t normally send him to school in clothes that I wouldn’t be OK with getting dirty or ruined, but I went out on a limb yesterday. Serves me right.

Happy New Year!