Mortimer's Dad came home after dinner last night. So I managed to keep the kids alive and injury-free for 3 full days and 3 nights. Yeah me!
He's better, though he is supposed to take it very easy for a while, which is going to be hard, because he's stubborn, and he's here, so he wants to help, participate, do.....
Thankfully, our new, super-amazing babysitter M came again this afternoon (she's doing 3 afternoons a week until she finishes up her other job, then she'll be with us for the summer, 11 to 6 everyday, to keep Dumpling entertained and exhausted). So with M taking Dumpling to the park and Mortimer's Dad keeping an eye on a napping Beach Ball, I escaped. For 2 whole hours! I went to see Waitress, which I loved! The whole sequence when she has that smile plastered on her face, wow!
I'm meant to thank all of you. Mortimer's Dad read all the comments and emails and was truly touched by all the well wishers and the support. Thanks on both of our behalf.
on Day two alone with the kiddos, I took them on a 5 km walk for Juvenile Diabetes research. It was long-planned, for a good friend of Dumpling's who is insulin-dependent on a pump. My MIL came along to push the 2nd stroller, which turned out not to be needed, as Dumpling walked. The entire 5 km! With her little boy-friend D, (who's mom is next to me in the pic). I'm pretty sure there are no rocks or sticks left along the entire 5 km forest path, as the two of them picked them all up. Of course, BB slept the entire time in the stroller, which means that while Dumpling slept the afternoon away ("Mommy, my legs don't work anymore" were the last words before crashing at 2pm), BB was up all afternoon. She's got this crazy runny nose, sneezing every 3 minutes. We stopped by the hospital to see Daddy on the way home and the girls rode the bed again and had a mini picnic on the rolly-table!
Mortimer's Dad didn't have such a good day today. He's very very tired and the breathing is back down a bit. No fever though, so that's still good news, but he's completely delusional if he thinks they are going to send him home tomorrow. I'm guessing Wednesday at the earliest.
I am holding up. It's quite a juggling act. It is impossible for me to walk the dogs unless someone comes over to watch the kids. I did however do all the dishes, including the approximately 38 sippy cups we use in one day. And I took out the garbage. And I did the kids' laundry after they went to bed. Not bad after a 5 km walk!
Fever is gone, spirits are back (he's worried about who's doing the dishes and walking the dogs!). Both girls went to visit him today, separately for everyone's sake. Super Amazing New Baby Sitter M, who only started this past Tuesday, came in on a Saturday to take Dumpling to a Bday party and watch both girls while I walked the pooches. Seriously, that girl is pure GOLD!
We have brought so much food to Mortimer's Dad, he'll probably put on a few pounds while he is there. And this evening, after his breathing treatments, a couple of friends of his are going to sneak him out to Schwartz's for Smoked Meat (don't worry, when he's not in treatment, it's OK).
If I've never said this before: I am in awe of single mothers. Only one day with 2 kids and 2 dogs and I'm knackered! We hope to have him home early in the week, fingers crossed!
If I ever pitched the story of my life to a producer, he would laugh me out of his office, because nobody would believe it. But yet, a mere day after displaying my feelings for all to see, I get hit with yet two more huge depressing things:
BB had her OT evaluation and she has significant delays that we weren't aware of. Not earth shattering news, but it was a sucky morning nonetheless.
And as I type this, my husband is in a hospital bed, hooked up to an IV, with either CF related pneumonia or a mucus plug. Either way, he's sick. Very sick, very high fever. He has to stay for a few days, then we'll see if he can get home IV. But as sick as he is, the impact on Dumpling has been immediate and devastating.
Daddy got up during dinner and went to the doctor, but he didn't come home. And Mommy had to leave to go see him. Even the most fabulous grand-parents in the world couldn't sooth her worries away. Wait til tomorrow when I have to tell her that it won't be just one night....
I don't usually talk about my *feelings* because I tend to like to keep things light and dumb. But I have to come out and say that I'm feeling a little out of sorts lately.
It all started with some strife in my corner of Blogistan a few months back. Somehow, the group never completely recovered and I lost touch with some people. Also, like in any group, there are some people who are closer than others. But lately, except for one or two people, I'm really feeling completely out of touch with my gals. It's not anyone's fault. As Chicagomama pointed out in her great post, people's life situations change, and friendships sometimes fall because of those changes. For me personally, the hardest is when I hear about all the great times some of my friends are having getting together IRL and I haven't been able to get to that level (except of course for the great upcoming visit of some VVIPs). I feel left out. There, I said it.
I guess I always feel left out. When I became a mom before my friends did, it created division because I just couldn't hang out anymore. It was hard to explain, because people didn't seem to understand that bringing home an adopted child demanded a lot more hands-on attention. The ones with no kids couldn't understand why I couldn't leave her with a sitter and the ones with kids didn't understand why I couldn't just bring her everywhere the way they did. So I felt left out. And don't get me started on the whole French Canadian but Jewish thing..... Left Out.
With BB's arrival, this all sort of came to a head. I was literally house-bound for weeks on end. Didn't see anyone but my husband or parents (or, thankfully, the girls from the store, who can't pass up a good bottle of wine on GA night). And so in that time, I took stock. And really, it made me feel sad. Sad that I don't have more friends. Sad that I can't get together with the friends that I do have, and really sad that some of these friendships probably won't make it through the next stages of changes in all our lives.
Most recently, someone I care about very much announced a long awaited pregnancy. And for the first time ever since making my peace with IVF 5 years ago, I was very, very sad. I am soooooooo very happy for her, really, I am. But it was the first time that I was sad. I don't want to be pregnant. I really don't, so I don't know why I'm sad. It's not about her pregnancy. My kids are wonderful, perfect in their imperfections, they are MY kids. But the loneliness and isolation that I feel made me feel left out of yet another thing. The pregnancy thing, left out, again......
Now I will do something I have never done before: I will close the comments for this entry. Because I didn't write this as a pity-party. Really, I didn't. so I will close the comments, stew in my sadness a little, and come back with something stupid and light, and maybe even a new look....
Brad Pitt is set to arrive in my city today or tomorrow to film some scenes for his Benjamin Movie (the exact title of which escapes me). Adn the set is about a block away from my store. Long time readers will remember a few years back when I blogged about the impending arrival of Kelly Ripa in my city, only to then run into her AND Carl Reiner!
So I'm putting out there in the universe: Brad Pitt is going to be a block away from my store in the next 5 days. I haven't read The Secret, but it worked for me once before, so maybe it will work again! (seriously though, I would love to chat him up about adoption....)
first off, here are the little lemon souffles. and then you will see Beach Ball, enjoying the lemon souffles, everyone's lemon souffle!
today, super-grandma took BOTH girls on a bike ride together. this was BB's first time in Mamie's bike wagon, she had a grand ole time and was very upset when it was over and she had to get out....
Finally, here are a couple of teasers from the spare room. the main color is done, and the sticks are going to be my modern minimalist interpretation of crown moulding.
I'll leave you with a cute BB story.... I was taking a break between orange coats and watching Gene Simmon's show (shut up!). It was the episode where he visits the military bases and rocks out to military songs. BB was standing on the couch, marching, clapping, and having a fabulous time! Either she wants to be a soldier or G*d Bless America, the rock version, is her song! (it made her Canadian yet Republican daddy very proud!)
You might have missed the press release, but the inevitable is about to happen... The lovely D of Hope Springs and I have decided it was time to let our husbands meet and spend time kvetsching about public bathrooms, the proper way to do dishes, and obscure baseball statistics that nobody but the two of them care about. They have, in fact, met once before in Chicago. But this before Herb was a blogger, back when we didn't know he was just as quirky as Mortimer's Dad. So this time, the geekiness and oddness will be let loose.
So with such dignitaries coming to stay with us, I decided it was time to turn out guest room from an all-purpose storage room with a spanking-new mattress standing on its side to, you know, an actual guest room. Past guest have stayed in the attic, which is lovely, but the bed is a pullout. So a while back, we decided that we would actually make a proper guest room. We purchased the mattress after the basement reno and sort of never went anywhere after that. Last night, we were watching the premiere of HGTV's Design Star (it's Canada, we get everything later!) and we saw a bedroom that both caught our fancy. Bold but not bright orange, with chocolate accents. Coincidentally, we have already purchased a dark brown headboard, which is sitting in the box in the hallway.
Off we went to Home Depot, where we zeroed in on Startling Orange immediately. A small pint of a nice brown called Wild horse will be used as some sort of accent. And because the basement bathroom is a nice hospital shade of salmon (the previous owners loved 2 colors: bright yellow and all shades of salmon), we will also infuse a bit of personality to that room with something called Green Crush. The overall color pallet is very Jonathan Adler. It's bold and fun and totally appropriate for the basement, which is pretty dark. (I wish I had the guts to do the rest of the house like that, but I might get tired of it if I saw it all day everyday)
The first coat is done and it already looks fantastic. I'll show you as soon as I'm done. What? Don't you always re-do your spare room before your guests come to stay? I'm hoping this will appease The Goddess....