I had a “moment” yesterday. It was a busy day, with work and with Harry’s last day of school. Especially with work. I’ve been trying so hard to get a lot done each day, so that I can get caught up and get going with new work. I may not be taking July off after all. I mean, save for the week I’m in the hospital. Kile will be home those first few weeks so theoretically, I could get some work done then, right? Right?
It started yesterday with a phone call. I talked to my mom on the phone and had a discussion about our trip to visit them and go to BlogHer in July. This last weekend we found out that my brother and his family are ALSO coming to visit that weekend. Which is great because we’re lucky to get to see them once a year since they live clear out on the east coast. But it brought up the age-old bedroom issue. Whenever someone else is visiting while we’re visiting, we are denied the guest room. My mom contends that she gives the guest room to whomever is staying longest. But we know that’s just not so. The guest room is given to whomever has travelled the furthest and who is able to visit least often. And maybe (just maybe) whomever *isn’t* the baby of the family. Which would be me. Being the youngest means I don’t need the nice room, right? Something like that.
So we’re often relegated to “the blue room” which actually used to be “the pink room”. Coincidentally, the guest room is also known as “the pink room” and used to be “the blue room” and also used to be my bedroom growing up (So did the new “blue room”. Confused yet? I am.). OR, the office (otherwise known as “the sewing room” or “the computer room”). Which has a double sized fold out sofabed (complete with ever-comfy paper-thin mattress) and the added bonus of my father being in the room at odd times to check his email or play freecell. Anyhow, my point is my mother told us that we would stay in “the blue room” (which is usually where the grandchildren are put since there are two twin beds in there). That she thought there was more room in there for the baby’s bed. I tried to explain the new mini co-sleeper we purchased and how we got it because it doesn’t require a lot of room and is attached to the side of the bed. But that didn’t matter because she had decided already. We’d be more comfortable in there. Right. Because that little window in there will give us adequate ventilation at the end of July in a house that has no air conditioning. Much more comfortable than the room with the french doors that one could leave open at night.
It’s not that I really, truly care. I’m just kinda tired of the silliness. And I just wish she would call a spade a spade and admit why she really relegates us to second-class living quarters. Meanwhile, Kile and I are debating the overall (budget) wisdom of just chucking it all and reserving a room at the Hyatt with the rest of the BlogHers.
My point is, that call started my downward slide. I called Kile afterward to tell him about this development and we got into the discussion about putting in the powder bath, getting the mortgage refinanced…yadda yadda… And of course the discussion and realities only served to stress me out further. Nothing stresses me out quite like money issues do. And this was when I started to reconsider taking July off work. And what about that Pack n Play we still need to buy?? By the time I got off the phone with him, I was in full panic mode.
I shut myself in my bedroom so I could stress out in private and not scare my poor son. And I started to think about everything that needs to get done. And it’s a lot. Of course, the nesting bug would hit when it’s too hot to even think of doing anything. :P That’s just my luck right there. But truily, the list is something to behold. Here’s a small sampling:
Kitchen: Clean fridge, clean glass door, wash curtains, sweep and mop floor.
Nursery: Vacuum and steam clean carpets, move changing table upstairs, move computer out, wash baby clothes, tape up broken boxes, put boxes someplace else (garage?), move bed over for my parents.
Loft: Clean toys out of corner of room and move sofa over, set up computer in corner, clean and organize toys, get rid of toys, vacuum and steam clean carpet, clean and organize my desk.
Master: put away all clean clothes, put away suitcases, throw away junk, move Beetoe’s kennel, change sheets, vacuum and steam clean, set up co-sleeper, dust picture frames.
My Bathroom: Clean tub, wash shower curtain, clean sink and counter, throw away junk, clean toilet, throw aways monstrous pile of magazines, mop floor, vacuum and steam clean carpets.
Harry’s Bathroom: Clean sink and counter, clean toilet, mop floor, wash shower curtain, clean tub, put away bath toys.
Living: vacuum and steam clean carpet, vacuum and steam clean stairs, clear off tables of junk, put away last of the Christmas deco :blush
Harry’s Room: Put away books, throw out toys, throw out old clothes, organize toys, vacuum and steam clean, change sheets
Extra: clean out laundry room, find homes for cats, do laundry, clean out garage, move bookcase into Harry’s room, clean inside van, wash outside of van, plant arbor vitae
Needless to say, all of this crashing in at once on a hormonal pregnant woman is a recipe for disaster.? This wasn’t aided by how tired and hot I was feeling.? I’m feeling a bit better now but there’s still SO MUCH to do.? And I just don’t know how I’ll be able to do it all.? And it stresses me the heck out.? A few things got done last night, like mowing the lawn and pulling weeds and spraying weed killer.? Oh, and filling my flower vases with water because they badly needed it.
Help?
This is me. I'm a thirtysomething stay at home mom to three kids. For years I was a stay at home mom to one kid and trying very hard to have more. It took a LONG time (ie: 6 1/2 years), but finally Liam arrived and charmed us with his blue eyes and ginormous, round head. Then we got a shock: I was pregnant again and this time it was a GIRL. Our hearts and home are full at last and now that we're done having babies, we get to relax (snort) and watch them grow (not too fast now, you hear?). Thanks for coming by, feel free to dip into my archives, read my About and History pages (just don't do Jackson's Story without tissues!) and make yourself at home.
