Yesterday I was out of work with a very upset stomach. Was supposed to have an Arbonne party last night but was unable to because my stomach was so upset. I will be working 2-5 today to try to make up for some of the time. I know they really count on me being there since we are a small office and when I miss, it is difficult.
Yesterday was Liam's six week check up and he now can officially be called a sack of potatoes. He weighs 10 pounds. He also received his first immunizations and the nurse told Catherine to lean over him and talk to him so that he could hear his voice. As soon as she stuck him with the first needle, his face turned bright red and he started to cry so hard but it was that kind of cry where you can't catch your breath - his mouth was opened but he wasn't letting it out. Finally, he let out a scream and I started bawling too. Finally, it was over and we left. That set the mood for me the rest of the day and I was quite somber after that. Perhaps run down is more like it. Catherine won't be getting a car any time soon; she just finished the second test at her potential job and didn't pass section 2. They give you 101 questions and you can only miss 9. Tough to get a job nowadays. Meanwhile, on my days off, we traipse all over, as my mother used to say, "Hell's half acre."
Tomorrow is Saturday and I told Catherine that after we finish our errands I must and I mean MUST clean this house. The best laid plans....I was supposed to do that on Wednesday, but it never happened. If one were to walk into this house, he/she would think I was the marketing director of some baby store conglomerate. And everything else is misplaced to accommodate our inventory of baby "stuff." So Saturday is cleaning day, again, as my mom would say, "Come hell or high water." Mom always had a way with words.
I have to say that I don't know how we raised two kids without losing our minds, but then, I must remind myself that I'm no spring chicken anymore. Joan Lunden had twins through a surrogate mother at age 50. I'm not even 50 yet and I want to ask her, "Are you insane?" But then the wealthy people often have nannies, sometimes more than one. I have to admit that I am glad that we couldn't afford a nanny. Although I wouldn't have had one (or two) even if I could afford them. Life is too fleeting. Time with children is short and who wants a nanny to see their first smile or watch them take their first steps?
Off to put my face on (as my GRANDmother used to say) and prepare for work. It's a glorious day here - mid 70s and life is good.
Copyright 2008 liamsgrandma
