De-brief

De-briefing because I desperately need it and beacuse they tell me that some day I am going to miss days like these and will look back on this blog fondly and laugh. Hmmm, we'll see.

Starts out way too early with the princess climbing in our bed which is already occupied by her wiggly, giggly, brother and both parents.
Dang, she threw up last night and now has a raging fever. Got to get her some meds, as soon as I get out of bed. Please don't throw up i in my bed. Roll over and try again to enter unconciousness.
Wake up to Matt joining a conference call. 9:00. How nice for him that he gets to work in his PJ's. I am gratefull though, because I am going to try to leave the babies with him for a moment. Quickly get up and start getting ready when mom calls, are you coming? Yep, just running late, it would be easier to get ready if I weren't on the phone with you though. Try to escape without princess noticing, yeah right, not stealth enough. Tuck her under the arm and climb in the van.
Pick up mom, mildly annoyed at the construction which is interfereing with my auto pilot. Drive her to the house thinking that it is stupid since her apartment is on the way to my appt. But it is easier for her to watch the babies at my house, so I'll drive this route twice. Drop her and Sariah off. Sariah waves and says "goodbye mommy, love you". Too sweet.
Make it to my appt. just on time without a minute to spare, but I'm not late. Sit in the midwives office thumbing through a brochure of birth control methods. I don't want anything stuck in me, nothing that last longer than a year and I want it to regulate my cycle so that when and if we want to get pregnant again it will be easier. Back to the pill. Old faithful.
Midwife comes in and prepares for pap. Nope, don't need that, had it after Tristan was born, let's just get straight to the point. I need birth control and I need it now. Tristan is starting to get more supplement and my supply is decreasing, which I think is how I got pregnant with Tristan. Matt and mom would not be surprised if I was already pregnant. She starts by asking what I am currently using, nothing. Well, when was the last time you were active, day before yesterday. I can visibly see her eyes roll and the slight shake of her head. I know, I know, but what you are thinkinig can not be possible, just can't be. I am in severe danger already of losing all mental facalties. Yet, at the same time a strange thrill runs through me and I think, will it really be that bad if I am? So we start with a pregnancy test, she will call in an hour to give me results. For now we get the mini pill since the full strength will further decrease my supply, with the admontion that we take additional precaution, yeah right...not sure how we will pull that one of. I know, TMI.
I head off to the lab to ascertain how much the pill will run, but I don't purchase it because if by any chance the test comes back positive I don't want to waste the money.
Call hubby, he sounds hopeful, sorry love don't know yet. Discuss plans to meet up for lunch possibly. 11:30 it is then. Look at time. 10:45, the HSA meeting started at 10:30 guess it is safe to say that we are not going to make it, again....
Call mom who says that the baby just had a bottle, means I have time to stop at Money Tree and pay off the loan. Hate that place, Love that place. Loan is paid and I head home. Baby is hungry, sit to feed, say hello to my children. inquire as to their welfare. Remember, that Seri has a YW activity tonight. What time? Where ? I don't know, the paper with the info has fallen between the counter and the refrigerator and I am not retrieving it now, I'll deal with it later. Michael informs me we are out of milk. Recieve call from midwife, test is negative, horrah! And yet also a twinge of dissapointment, not to big that it can't be ignored however. Pick boogers out of babies nose so he can actuaaly breath and nurse better. Relish in the frantic sucking sounds he makes and the way he attacks the breast like a man on a mission. Moments like this will end soon enough....Convince mom that it is in her best intrest to stay here and watch the children rather than go with me and drag them along. Ask older children to continue moving belongings from one room to antoher since we are re-arranging rooms and having a slumber party tonight for the girls? Who is coming, what time? I'll deal with it later. consider also asking them to do their math lessons, give up the idea.

Grab Tristan and head off to pick matt up at work. It's 11:45 and he is not out here? Call him, he ignores my call. What the Heck? I do have other things to do.... Park and try to figure out how to text him. Shouldn't be too hard, everyone does it. Five minutes and two attempts at texting later, he calls, he is ready. Asks why I paid off MT, because I thought that was what we had discussed, guesse not. Have to go back and get new loan. On the way there he tells me which direction to go while gripping the dash like he fears for his life. Annoying.... I bet he wonders how I ever survive my day without his guidance. We launch into a discussion about the music he has on his playlist. I feel it's inapropriate, he thinks I am being pruddish and should leave him alone. Nice way to set the tone for a lunch date. We arrive at MT and with a goofy grin he informs me he has left his wallet in his car at work. Gotta love the guy. Back to his office, back to MT.
Off to Chipotles for lunch, man I love that place. Perfect as always. He steps outside to take a phone call while I relish in the amazing quac and the salt on the chips. Yum......
Discuss possibly going to the Puyallup Fair, we have been trying to fit that into the schedule for a couple weeks now. Not today, matt wants to go with us and has too much work to play hookey for the day.
Drop him off and call mom, kids are doing well, Sariah is going down for a nap, I have time for another errand. On the drive I mentally try to figure out tomorrow. there is a car wash Seri needs to go to. Matt or I should go also but he is working on the haunted forest and that means I will have all the younger children, not an ideal situation for attending a car wash, it would be pointless for me to be there as I nurse Tristan, Sariah runs into the street and the boys laugh with glee as they douse eachother with water. We have been throught this before, can you tell? Seri also has a birthday party at 1:30 in Bellevue to attend and then a sleepover after that. Mom is going to have the car at the farmers market. The girls are spending the night.....hmmm... I'll deal with it later. While in managing mode I got off an exit early at C street instead of Auburn Way. Looking for a place to turn around I see a Wamu and remember that I have to make a deposit and a transfer, but not right now. Oh, but there is the chocolate company...I know how to get to Auburn way from here. Sure enough I figured it out, but turned into the far right lane which took me back on the freeway, urgh...... Had so much fun the first time, let's do it again! So we do, and fortyfive minutes later (should have been ten) I pull into the Auburn rec office.
I have to pee, Tristan is poopy, first stop restroom. I shimmy my underwear and pants up while holding Tristan, feeling thankful that I didn't wear pants with zippers and buttons. As I walk out of the stall holding him a lady looks at me strangly. What, I should set him on the floor or ask a stranger to hold him? I set about chaning Tristan at the changing table only to discover that I only have a size 5 diaper for his size 1 tush. Oh well. As I am manipulating this diaper to fit, one of the girls calls and asks if they are coming to my house straight from the dance. Huh??? Dance??? I thought that was cancelled. Holding Tristan on the table with one hand I reach for my Bible, uh...calendar. Sure enough it was in there but crossed out, wonder why I crossed it out? Guess we can forget about seri going to the YW activity, not a problem didnt have the info for it anyhow. I finish up in the restroom and finally make it to the front desk where I ask to register the 9 year old for wrestling. She then tells me that this is the only sport where they require a birth certificate, I'll be back another day. I go to get my keys out of the designated pocket in my purse and they are n ot there. Please, don't tell me I have locked myself out. Nope there is a door open, find my keys, yeah.... and we are back home.
Pick up mom and the 2 year old and 5 year old that I knew would insist on coming. Recieve a call asking if Matt or I can go to the car wash. Briefly try to figure out a way we can and then decide it's not worth it and stand my ground.
At Wamu I make the deposit and then go to do the wire transfer. The lady asks me why I don't just do it at home through an external transfer or by using bill pay. Do I hug you or slap you? All this time I have been doing this and you are just now telling me there is a more effiecient way?
Still haven't gotten milk so we will run by Winco and do some shopping. Wait, I have to get a gift for Bday party. To Target. Tristan is screaming as we try to put him in his new cart cover/toy thing. Guesse not, I'll carry him. find some table clothes that will be perfect for the fall festival we are in charge of at church. Sariah takes off her shoes and tries to throw them out of the cart. Get distracted by Halloween items, then by toys. Find refrgerator magnet/toys that Sariah loves and think how nice they would be for her to play with while I am cooking or cleaning, Christams. Then I remember that I wanted to look for a play yard, they don't have them. Get distracted by all the cute things I would love to purchase but can't afford, such is life. I know better than to come in here. Call Catherines mom to see what she wants for Bday she doesn't know. Cant find anything. Gift card it is. Isaac wants candy, Tristan and Sariah want held. Mom takes the older two to the train in the mall. I remember that we need milk and snacks for the girls, breadfast in the morning. Find milk selling for $4.28. There is no way I am paying that!! I'll stop by 7-11 where it is 2 for $6.00 after taking mom home. Mom gets a call from a lady at church that wants to donate a pasta salad to another lady that had knee surgery. Can we stop and pick it up and then deliver it, it's on the way...... Why do you not have a car?
Stop at McDonalds so that mom can get a coke, feed the children nuggets Sariah protests and throws hers at her brother. got to remember to find and get those out of the van before they rot. Starbucks sounds good, chai latte, yum...
Mom then remarks that matt should be getting off soon and she will just waite at our house and take the car home from there. Works for me, then you can pick up that salad and drop it off on your own time.
Get home, do a load of laundry, the dishes, change babies, feed babies. Notice that the closet floor of Seri's new room is full of clothes. Seri did you forget to hang these up? Nope, they are dirty.... So she moved dirty clothes from one room to another that happened to be right next to the laundry room? Recieve a call asking if we want the campsite next to the park or in the forest for camping at the end of the month, the one near the park.. Why can't we be camping now??? Put the laundry away in our room, wonder what that smell is. Have to take out the dirty diapers. Soon, now....Comfort Sariah, sweep the floor, clean the kitchen which has been left to my children all day, you can imagine. Mom, we are out of milk!! Yes, I know!!! Sort through the things that came out of the guest room and are now cluttering my hall. What are we doing for dinner? Something quick, easy, spaghetti it is. I start to dethaw the meat.
Matt comes home and grabs sis, sits with her on his lap chatting about their day, Sariah climbs up to join in the fun. I watch through periphereal vision while starting dinner and think, Man I love that... Mom goes to leave. Matt badgers her about the car. I ask if he can do the car wash tomorrow instead of haunted forest he consigns. I will take the car tomorrow and drop mom off, oh yeah I am supposed to have a hat order ready for the lady tomorrow also, Matt will take the girls to the car wash. I will come pick seri up, transfer vehicles, drop her off and then pick up mom and all her stuff. It's a plan..... Mom leaves. Baby cries I try to comfort him, pass him off to Matt who is also playing with Sariah, have I mentioned how much I love this man? finish dinner as Michael unloads the dishwasher and sets the table. Steal a kiss from him while he is on the counter getting glasses. He is growing up so fast.... Seri takes over entertaining Sariah while Matt continues to comfort Tristan.
finally we are all at the table and Matt asks where the milk is, are you kidding me...enough already. We discuss high points and low points and everyone remarks on a rather uneventful day. I keep my mouth shut. Matt's high point is this moment, his whole family arouond the dinner table. Love that man. He feeds Tristan cereal as tristan kicks, laughs, and smiles while looking at his daddy. Mental note, when I add sausage and meat to spaghetti sauce we need two jars...
Dinner being over I vacuume the living room and front room while Matt clears the table and the children wash their dishes. Seri goes to get dressed for the dance. I put back on my white shirt that I had taken off in fear of getting spaghetti sauce on it. Only to have Matt tell me that I got spaghetti sauce on my bra and it now shows through, change shirts.. remember to take the diapers out, later, I am running late. Get a call that the car wash is cancelled as I am running out the door, thank goodness..... Matt walks me out wondering what I am talking about. I tell him I will call him. He puts me in the car with a kiss. finish this phone call and call Matt to lwt him know that plans for tomorrow have changed again... Save myself from auto pilot as I am about to get on highway 18 instead of five, turn around only to find myself trying to get on 18 again.....ugh,,,,I am sooo losing it!!!! Finally find 5 with Matt on the phone laughing at me... Enjoy the ride to west Seattle engaging in mindless but cherished conversation with Seri.
Arrive at the dance and park myself in a chair outside where the music is tolerable with the other adults. Pick up my sewing to finish that order only to realize that I have left the stuffing. Dang. Seri comes running out to snag a friend who tells her that she doesn't have to dance to every song. Whatever is Seri's reply. One of the advisors who was an advisor when I was young remarks that the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Thanks dad Rinehart :) Can it really have been that long since I was her? funny, I remember it so clearly. It is so strange to watch her do the same things I did. Kind of like an alternate reality.
S, who turns out to be the only one sleeping over asks if we can leave now, seri laughs at the idea. S then mentions that by the time we get to our house it will be to late to do anything and the babies will be asleep. then in the morning they have to leave before the babies get up. "mrs. Olson, the term Sleep-over is not literal, when I stay over I can do something besides just sleep". I then realize that every time she has come to sleep over we have done just that, gotten home to late to do anything and left to earyl to do anything. Her father then mentions that they want to take Seri to a hockey game tomorrow night. Ok, sleep over scratched, seri will go to the Haunted forest, than the b-day party and then the hockey game and sleepover at S house instead. Plans changed again.....Chat with friends, share confidences, dance with my daughter.....
Get home at midnight. Put the girls down, climb into bed with hubby, check calendar to see where we can add another sleepover where S actually gets to do something with us at home and a day at the Puyallup fair before it ends....Try to finish the hat order for tomorrow, I am too tired, I'll get up at 6:00 and do it.
Crud, we don't have milk.......