Saturday
I have been deeply unhappy with our carpet for quite awhile. Basically since we moved in. Of course it gets worse and worse over time and I make declarations about tearing it out barehanded, but I am not that foolish. I am not a home repair whiz.
I finally remembered that when the carpet gets unbearable you can rent a steam cleaner and make it a little better. Duh!
So that’s what we did today. We opted out of the county fair, and spent the afternoon moving furniture and lifting buckets of water. Our living room looks much better, but we haven’t tackled the dining room yet. I have a feeling the dining room will need to be done at least twice.
Our new neighbors have been keeping Erik entertained for hours upon hours. They seem like really nice people, though my eyes about boggled out of my head when the guy told me they are 27. They got married right out of high school and had baby number shortly after. He’s looking forward to his 40s.
My 40s are staring me in the face and they are not looking to be child free. I hope by the time my 40s roll around I won’t be doing any more diaper changes. We certainly aren’t planning on any more kids and I think Elsa is neurotypical so should be able to be trained before the age of 4.
I started watching “Torchwood” from the beginning on Netflix and enjoyed the first two episodes. I don’t really see how it is the same series as the “Torchwood: Miracle Day” but whatever. They have a couple of the same people and that seems to be it. I can enjoy it and be highly skeptical about everyone’s motivations, right?
Thank you all for your comments on the kosher keeping dinner guests. I did not realize it was so involved. Yikes! I don’t get it, but I guess I’m not Jewish so I’m not meant to get it. I should not have been worried. They are not kosher keeping, but the wife is vegetarian. I’ve suggested we meet in the middle and have a fun little tourist day in downtown DC instead of them trying to come out here without a car. Hopefully that will work out a little better.
I’m really frustrated right now because I want to put Microsoft Publisher on my laptop. I legitimately own it and I even bought a back-up CD so I wouldn’t get burned by a bad computer, but now I don’t have the product key. My e-mail problems (resolved, thank you Kisha!) mean that the e-mail with the product key was deleted. Supposedly I can log in to my account and it will have the product key. Only problem: what e-mail address was I logged in with? Neither of mine, that’s for sure. I was on Mike’s computer, so perhaps he has a Microsoft account. I’ll check with him later, but he is currently dealing with a sleepy Elsa. I have a few things I really need to get done and the desktop chair kills my back like nothing else. I would be a lot more productive if my laptop had the program I actually need.
But at least Mike found the charger for the camera! Now I can take pictures of my sweet, sweet children. Well. They look sweet anyway. They mostly act sweet. Somedays, though. I tell ya. Parenthood is hard. Duh.
I can’t believe Erik starts school in 9 days. I don’t anticipate crying. I might get a little misty eyed at some point, but I don’t know when that point will be. So far I’ve celebrated all his growing up points. I think I was the only mom doing a happy dance on the first day of preschool.
Somedays I do look at Elsa and think little bittersweet thoughts about never having a toddler again, but then she climbs on the table and gets into trouble or puts a roll of TP in the toilet and I realize I don’t want to go through another toddlerhood.
She had her first full blown temper tantrum today. She has always shown that she has a quick temper, though she is generally pretty mellow. Today was just the first time she’s laid on the floor and did the whole flailing thing. I just laughed and walked away.
I’ve been reading the official MOMS Club manual to make sure I understand everything and I want to scratch my eyes out. It listed five reasons that we aren’t allowed to have daytime activities. The third reason? Mothers should never be encouraged to go outside after dark because they might get raped. Seriously. What is this, 1902? Sure, rape happens. I am not trying to minimize that, but women should not lock themselves away in fear. So ridiculous.
Ok, I better go fix Erik some dinner and warm up some delicious tortilla soup for myself. I love the tortilla soup leftovers when I remember to add bay leaves. Yumyumyum.