Catch Up Day

Today was catch up day. Lots of playing with the kids inside and outside. Some phone calls, some emails, some chores, and lots of errands. I felt good about getting so much done, but I wouldn't want life to be like this.  I think the kids were a little confused by it all since I try to keep outings to one-per-day.  It wasn't fun for any of us to have multiple errands plus a lack of something fabulous (like a visit to the children's museum or a playdate). Some days in life are like this and I obviously tried to make it as pleasant as possible (except that I had to get C.'s blood drawn).  My husband had a meeting after work, which is pretty common, so I did dinner, bath time, and pre-bedtime without him. I'm pretty tired.

Waxing Incident Update: 

I covered my legs with a royally red sunburn so I'm not quite sure how things are going there. Everything else has settled down but those stray unremovable hairs are still around randomly all over. Overall, I'd call this a "Waxing FAIL".  But tonight I took a bath with the girls (I wear a bathing suit for my own protection from curious hands), and I was reminded that there's a bad waxing job under the leg sunburn.  J. commented that there wasn't much room in the bath this time (mommy takes up a lot of room!).  I told her that she could sit on my lap while I washed her hair. I was sitting cross-legged and she sat down on my calf and thigh and then stood up again. She made a yucky face and said "Mommy, your legs are sprinkled." Meaning, the texture of a cupcake with sprinkles on top. Ummm, right...not sleek as an otter. 

best moment of the day:

a funny conversation with J. while bouncing on the bed with the girls. 

Her: "when I grow up and I'm a mommy and a turtle, I'll change her (meaning C.) diaper and give her diaper medicine and make her laugh."

Me: "when you grow up you could be lots of things. You could also be a doctor..."

Her: "Yeah! And a monkey!"

Me: "and a teacher like mommy or a lawyer like daddy..."

Her: "And I could be a lion! or Dr. Gibson!"

Me: "and you could be an artist and someone who takes care of animals..."

Her: "I could be a manatee! or a fooder who we buy our groceries from."

Me: "and you could go to space on a space ship..."

Her: "I could be a closet!!!!!!"

Me: "yes, darling, you could be lots of things."

worst moment of the day: had to get C.'s blood drawn for an iron check and it took them forever, fishing around under her skin, and then again in the other arm in order to fill their vials. Poor baby.

thoughts of the day: We just finished season two of LOST on netflix. My husband says it holds his interest but that's about all.  I'm crazy for it.  It's so intriguing and I love that what comes next could make perfect sense or it could be crazy bullshit that the island made up. You never know! And I'm a total realist but I've accepted that this island is not like other islands so I have no qualms. My biggest qualms involved the pregnant character and how easy she apparently had it. When I'm almost due with a baby, I walk worse, sleep worse, eat worse, and generally have less stamina, patience, and ability to deal with the idea that I might have to give birth unattended on a crazy island with strangers. And don't get me started on the errors with timing of milestones that the baby has- one month old and already looking and acting 4 months old!

But that's not my thoughts today. My thoughts were, if I and my friends were characters on LOST, who would we be? Anyone want to put an idea out there?

I would definitely be one of the extras. You know how there were 40 people that crashed on that island but we only know the names of like 10? And they're the club that has all the adventures. I'd be one of the others that is sure as shit not going on a commando rescue mission into enemy territory. I'd be manning the rescue fire, or mapping the nearby island, or maintaining the food supply, or sticking like glue to any children or pregnant ladies to help them out since they'll need it. I would not be a leader when it comes to war. I'd be in charge of intelligence or logistics or the laundry. Something very practical but not good enough to be a main character.  I'd also be building raft after raft after raft after raft to get back home to my kids or die trying. If I gave up trying to get off the island and decided to focus on survival (combined with a constant signal fire), I'd start a food coop and a garden!