I hear Mercury is in retrograde and that might have something to do with the fact that life pretty much sucks right now. It is good to have something to blame it on besides myself and my own incompetence.
The sh-ee-yit hit the fan last week and this week at work, but that is a topic for another time. And by that I mean that it is not worth trying to tell you about it. I love my job….sometimes….but when I try to explain it to other people it’s all blank stares and awkward silences. I’m not even going to bother telling you what I do. Let’s just say I go to an office everyday for most of the day and then I come home. I also want to say it is much harder than it sounds.
Anyway, so not only have I been working Crazy Hours and feel totally Stressed Out, I have also been sucking wind as a mom.
We went away last weekend with some other families and on Saturday we spent a long time in the baby pool. It was relaxing and fun to just hang out together and soak in the urine-filled chlorine bathtub, um, pool. However, I only applied sun screen to my boys twice in about 6 hours and did I mention we were soaking in water? F. and D. were both burnt to a crisp across the bridge of their noses and on their cheeks. Thank goodness for the full body SPF armor from Old Navy that all the kids wear these days. When I was growing up the only people wearing shirts on the beach were those who had fallen asleep the day before and were already fried and blistered up. Today it’s weird if a little boy is not wearing a bathing suit shirt. So only their faces were bright red–tomato red. How did I not notice? And now they are peeling and scabby–wonderful evidence of maternal neglect.
Then, D. went to the dentist for fillings in three cavities. Remember when F. had four cavities and I said “at least it wasn’t five”? Yep, D. has five. We filled three today and go back for two more before Labor Day. The good news is no silver crown needed this time, which thrilled me. F.’s silver tooth is a giant bummer. He thinks it is awesome. I think it is mortifying.
There are more examples of my personal failures this past week. Skinned elbows, pediatric laxatives, and really filthy finger nails just to name a few. I think Mercury gets to his destination at the end of the month, which should mean my house shifts totally back into balance–running like the well-oiled machine it usually is.
But when that doesn’t happen, it will absolutely be Jupiter’s turn to take the blame.
