The little Annie that could
Today was an incredibly productive day and yesterday I was no slouch either. This place, minus the kitchen and my bedroom, look far better than they have in a very long time. My bedroom is my next project and it will be big. You see, my bedroom is like the parking lot for crap in my house. If something doesn’t have a home, it will eventually end up somewhere in my room. It’s a disaster area.
I sorted through the kids’ rooms and threw out stray papers and broken junk. I sorted through the toys and tried to match things up again although that task won’t be anywhere near complete until I go through the stuff in the basement. That’s going to be a less-than-fun job I’m sure. I’m getting there though.
Right now I’ve almost filled a third of the POD from top to bottom and now need to get some tie-downs to secure that section. I’m not quite sure how we’ll go about doing that but I’ll figure that out tomorrow. I’m clearing out different pieces of smaller furniture to put out there and save ourselves some time and money for the movers I plan on hiring for the really ball-breaking stuff. I think Jeff sold our washer and dryer to his brother (I found this out yesterday — it would’ve been nice to know this . . . ) so that will get that removed from the basement. We can keep the fridge if we don’t get any buyers. I have to still scrub that puppy up so it’s presentable to anyone interested. No one wants a fridge that isn’t gleaming and I don’t blame them. The stove could use a cleaning but it’s not as big of a deal. I’m not sure what we’ll do with the stove if no one is interested. I’ll try Craig’s List once we get to that point. We’re keeping the dish washer since my mom doesn’t have one and the portable will do until we get to redoing the kitchen. Redoing the kitchen — sounds of heaven.
I’m not sure how productive tomorrow will be considering it’s a half day and I have parent/teacher conferences. I told them I could do mine early and during the day they run from 1-3 so I got 1:10 for Gracie and 1:20 for Iain. The school is considerate and has teachers of siblings get together so they can schedule together so that the parents don’t have to waste their day or get a scheduling conflict between the teachers. I’ll leave at least the girls with my mom and maybe take Iain with me so she doesn’t have to put up with their arguments. He’ll be good and sit for me. Since we just had his IEP, I don’t think his conference will be rushed. Gracie’s is always quick since she usually does well with both academics and citizenship.
Iz didn’t make it to preschool today. She woke up in the Duckie PJs she was going to wear to school for Pajama Day but started complaining about bad stomach cramps. Now, I believed her because she loves school and she was excited for PJ day. She seemed fine in the car to drop off the kids but started complaining about it again when we got home. I tried to do her hair but she kept complaining about the pain and wanting me to hold her while she cried. She went to the bathroom but that didn’t seem to solve things. By the time her class started I had called one of her teachers to explain why she wasn’t going to be in today and why she missed Monday. Shortly after she said she was feeling fine and that she wanted to go. Part of me wanted to take her because I knew how much fun she’d have but the other part of me knew that if the cramping started up again I’d be getting that phone call anyhow. As the morning wore on, she came in to her room where I was cleaning and I told her to hop up on her bed if her stomach hurt and just rest while I was cleaning. Wouldn’t you know it, after a few minutes she had zonked out. I decided to leave her be and walked into the hallway to turn down the small TV I had going to entertain me. I turned it down and just like her father she woke up. I told her I was just getting some coffee and turned it up again. After this happened one more time I left it but only turned down a tiny bit. She slept for something like three or more hours. That made me feel better in a small way because that validated the fact that keeping her home was the right decision. I feel bad that she missed it but there’ll be next year.
The Ambien is kicking in so I’ll sign off now. I found the nasal piece to my CPAP so hopefully I’ll finally have a decent night’s sleep after these past few days. Now if Iz would cut us some slack tonight and stay in her bed, it’ll be golden.
