…and got a mani/pedi. Everything is fine now.
I’ve been feeling a little bit stressed lately. About almost everything I guess. I didn’t realize how stressed until the exhaustion kicked in though. Long story short, there was a little melt down.
We traveled to visit Grandma this weekend. The flight to South Bend was delayed several hours Friday night, so we elected to go to Midway instead. That flight was wide open and everything was going along splendidly, except Ike was not sitting in the giant honking carseat I had Isaac lug through the airport. Then I remembered that in my infinite wisdom I had put Ike’s and my coats in the checked bag so we wouldn’t have to carry them through the airport. The checked bag that was currently en route to South Bend, as we were beginning our decent into Chicago! Where “the current local temperature is” 15 BELOW ZERO! Again I must praise my mothering skills here.
Anyway, we made it without any baby frost bite. Isaac and I even got to sleep in on Saturday morning while Ike got all caught up with Grandma and his best friend Jetta (the dog). Then we were going to go out with some of Isaac’s friends to watch one of the playoff games, when I noticed that Ike’s little fake cough was starting to sound awfully real. We stayed in, got a pizza and were pretty much up all night with a very pissed off baby. We went to urgent care first thing Sunday morning. Ike’s sick, with RSV again. I’m worried, as well I should be as his mother. The doctor was much more relaxed about it at urgent care, he prescribed an oral steroid and told us not to worry. He said to give him steam baths and honey for his cough and wait it out basically. I’m very grateful for his coolness.
On top of the sick baby and the blatant motherly ineptness, we met with a realtor last week and the whole “we need to move thing” became very real. He wants to come to our house to evaluate it’s resale potential. Our house!? Wait, a stranger is coming to our house? We have to hid the crap! Wait, this stranger knows where people hide their crap and would like to see those areas too?! And have them professionally photographed!? (steam literally escaping ears as eyes spin around in my head). We have too much stuff. None of it has a proper home. Most of it probably doesn’t need a home so much as it needs an extra large garbage can (or donation site). I don’t even know where to start. I still feel a bit overwhelmed thinking about cleaning out this house. I’m going to stop rambling on about it now. I’ll work on a plan. Tomorrow.
With the realtor obviously came a mortgage broker. I was feeling pretty comfortable with our price range for a new home. Until I said it out loud. To a person who now has access to all of our deepest, darker, financial secrets. Crap.
All of this to say, I sort of blew a gasket. I was all “oh my god I cannot get anything right, I’m failing at everything, someone save me from myself, no just leave me, save yourselves!” Isaac suggested that maybe I take the afternoon to go do something for me. Maybe I let him handle Ike, and dinner, and some of the daily clutter. Maybe he has a point.
So I got my nails done. I feel much better now. Plus I got to take a power nap in the massage chair.
Rather looks like someone’s tried to put lipstick on a pig wouldn’t you say? It’s an improvement at any rate. Plus the nap was awesome.
And Ike and Daddy? They were home doing boy stuff and cooking me delicious shrimp tacos!
I love them. But I was very glad to have a break to get my head together. I’m ready deal with the clutter and the house hunting. Anything’s possible with pretty finger and toes!