Well, well, well...here I am, an hour and a half after I thought I would head to bed and I am starting a blog post. Monday night, 10:25pm, Scarlet is curled up on the pillow beside me, Greta has been asleep for a few hours and I am watching (and greatly enjoying the Sing Off on TV). It was a full week, one that I am still recouping from. I am in desperate need of a massage, I would love an Alabama Slammer (maybe 2 - hell, I want a pitcher like they served at the Barn on Friday Afternoon Movie Pubs), I would love to find a Nanny to move in for a few weeks and get up with Greta in the morning so I can sleep until noon, and while I'm wishful thinking, maybe an unlimited VISA.
I commented in my last blog post that Greta hasn't given me much to talk about lately, her sweet angelic personality was kind of boring and there were no embarrassing moments to discuss, well, that is over...Greta came through for those blog followers looking for a giggle at my expense! We went to the hairdresser....and it was NOT GOOD!
Lets take you back to Thursday of last week, we had a wonderful morning. I had a house cleaner working doing an amazing job cleaning the floors, dusting, washing the tub and shower, Greta was so good that morning that she had a nap, watched Baby E and allowed me to bake cookies while the cleaner worked on the other rooms while I made a new mess in the kitchen. I packed Greta up and off we went to the hair shop. Now, this is not Greta's first visit, more like her 5th and each time she was so sweet and content, she either slept, or just watched the girls. Usually enjoyed sitting with the girls as I got my hair done and soaked in all the attention...The comments usually included : Does she ever cry...She is so content...She is so good.... Well, they won't be saying that again. I'm not quite sure why it started, but there was that pivotal moment, when angel baby became the devils. A customer startled her, mixed with exhaustion, mixed with the fact that she had yet to blow off her diaper, so stored up toxic waste, and possibly hitting the stage of making a bit strange lead to a blow out of a different kind...and it all started with the lungs..And let me tell you, did she ever use them. It was just about the time when I looked like a freak show (not the puffy faced freak show I have been the past few months), oh no, this was better, reddish orange hair dye, with foils all over and a crying baby. You just can't mess with hair dye, it has it's limits, it needs to get on and under the heater, as having green hair or worse, having clumps falling out because of a crying baby wasn't part of the plan. At one point I was still getting the dye rubbed in to my scalp and I'm trying to feed Greta, I looked down and there were two drops of hair dye on her head, whoops...guess I was dripping! Who else can say they dyed their 5 month old babies hair!
I had no choice I had to go under the heater, I'm pretty much stuck at this point, the girls are doing their best to console the screaming monkey, rocking her, even changing her diaper. The shop was sounding more like a nursery so I had to call in reinforcements...Daddy was called...a desperate plea - can you please come get this child!!! The answer - no...WTF..I don't care if you are working, I don't care if you are on call...I realize this was pathetic, but it was close to the end of the work day and he skipped coming home for lunch because of the house cleaner, so I needed him...Work won however! Well, after 15 more minutes of screaming, I called again this time he could hear the echo of her scream bouncing off the walls and he said he would come. As the girls walked Greta more, she eventually calmed down! I move to the sink to get my hair washed and guilt comes over me as I see a lady departing the estheticians room - no doubt her nice relaxing massage or facial was completely ruined by the screams of young Greta. I know the right thing to do would be to pay for her service Greta just ruined, but I just bowed my head in shame. I did apologize though...And of course, Murphys Law, Greta is sound asleep when Darren arrives, I should have told the girls to give her a little pinch, just so Darren would believe me that she was a screaming banshee for the better part of an hour. Alas, Darren packs her up, she doesn't move a muscle or an eyelash and off they go to home. That officially is the last visit Greta shall make to the hair shop with me!!! Night time appts for me from now on!
Gosh, this is going to be a long post...that incident took awhile to explain! Friday I can say fairly quick...I had a sweet exchange with Mama's and Babies, 7 babies, 7 Mom's....all together in one house, and if you can imagine, it actually went quite well. Now, everyone knows, I'm more of a one on one type person, the thought of 7 babies in a room takes me back to my first experience of a room full of babies and moms at the movie theatre which I did not enjoy in the least. But it really did go well and the babies entertained themselves and took turns in Greta's toys, all were so good, the sweets were amazing, and it was nice to get some adult time, entertain and see and hear how everyone was doing. So thanks ladies for attending, for the lovely sweets you shared and to all of Greta's little friends, she was happy you could come as well.
Now, timing perhaps was a bit ambitious...as I literally finished my visit with the Sweet Party gang and needed to "flip this house" in preparation for the Christmas House Tour. The house of course had just been cleaned, but honestly, cat hair appears within minutes of a room being cleaned, and I needed to start hiding the junk. I have cleaned for 2 weeks preparing for the house tour, but the papers, and magazines and just clutter that accumulates needed to be addressed...so I addressed it...it all went in to a tote and moved to the basement, or stuck in a drawer, or shoved in a closet..I'm afraid I'll be looking for items for the next year! I added a few more Xmas items, set the Dining Room table for Christmas Dinner, picked out an outfit that I could squeeze my predinsone bloated ass in to and around 2 am went to bed for a few hours...
7am...holy frig, the house tour starts in 6 hours, and I see junk everywhere. I am now in hide the junk mode, at 11:30 I start to think to myself, what in the hell was I thinking, 400 people are about to walk through my house, and I look at each room and I have cat fur balls still appearing. And holy lord, I have a baby....5 months old, who needs food. I don't have time to stop and feed a baby, I am still wearing a yoga outfit, need a shower, need to pack up the dog, hide the cat in the basement, pack Greta's Baby Bag so she can go for a drive with Daddy...holy heck, I need a few more hours. I have a 2 minute shower, Darren is feeding Greta, I'm starting to get my make up on and I hear the door bell...oh my. I'm not ready but here is the greeter who will be helping with the tour. I literally take big shopping bags at this point and start gathering anything and everything in sight that seems to not mix with the clean Christmas house people are expecting! Off to the closet it goes just in time for the first guests to arrive. I have to say, it was a lovely experience and would certainly do it again and recommend it to others if you are interested and like to decorate in November for Christmas...ha! The visitors were very kind with compliments, asked questions about the house renovations, colors, decorations on the tree's, how we chose Greta's name...really, sky was the limit. I really didn't know what to expect, but a few notable occurrences from the day!!! First, I am not use to wearing high heels anymore, 6 months of wearing bare feet or slippers has spoiled my feet that were conditioned to only wearing heels...lets just say, I had tears in my eyes at the end of the day - my feet were burning with pain! I think I better start practicing walking and standing in heels before I return to work, probably not too appropriate to wear bunny slippers with a suit to work. And I have to say, I thought the house was spotless, I mean, we hired a cleaner, plus we haven't stopped, I must have logged 40 hours cleaning for the holidays...but you know that one moment where you are chatting and feeling pretty good about the house, almost pat on the back type of feeling...well, I was there - and it came crashing down when I looked up and saw the biggest cob web / spider web of my life - INSIDE THE HOUSE.....This is at the 2 hour mark, so no doubt 200 people through already and here shining in the light, as if there was a spotlight on it, was this massive web, worthy of a tarantula, between the kitchen and the great room. I wanted to die...how in the hell am I going to get this thing down without being seen...gross, I had to take it down with my hand, as let me tell you, most likely would have been worse to take out the broom and sweep the thing down... So, web was gone, I have no doubt many got in their cars and said, can you imagine, that house had cob webs everywhere! And then there were the few old inspectors who were checking behind the shower curtain checking out the tub and if you can imagine, one lady swept her hand along my dresser looking for dust, actually moved her hands across the furniture and looked at her fingers! I didn't see this action, but the monitor did and couldn't believe it. And if the web and dust inspector were not enough for stories, I can add one more to the mix. The ladies who helped with the tour and assisted guiding people through our home were here for hours, so I made some apple cider and brought out some lovely sweets from the sweet party the day before. One delicious item was peppermint bark, I had the bag out for the ladies helping, it was off to the side and we were all at this point in the kitchen chatting as a few people still were visiting the house. As I moved across the room, a guest on the tour went over to the bag of peppermint bark and took a piece. I kind of watched in amazement, it's not that I wasn't willing to share, but pretty bold I thought for someone on a house tour to go to a bag of sweets and take a piece, as she was leaving, she did come up to me and said how good the peppermint bark was....GASP - I had nothing to say!!! Jaw hit the floor! I guess she thought it was a community treat bag - surprised she didn't help herself to my cupboards for a mug and joined in for cider as well...ha!
So, what a whirlwind...but I accomplished it all and still am ticking...of course, at times I think I'm barely hanging on but I think I thrive on having deadlines and things to do and organize.
The countdown is now on for Xmas, can you believe it, 19 days away...where is the time going. I feel like I'm all ready but have tons more to wrap, still some people to buy for and no doubt, more cleaning and baking to do. I'm heading to NB later this week to finish up some shopping and will then hopefully avoid the hustle and bustle of last minute shoppers. I don't seem to have the energy or patience I once did and the online shopping is now cutting too close for a guaranteed deliver, still awaiting a few things, so I may stop the fingers from shopping for a bit.
Quick Stat update:
Greta is sleeping through the night...YEAH, Hallelujah, Rejoice..Well, she has been sleeping through the night for over a month now, and always slept 5-6 hours, so I guess we never really complained too much, but she now clocks 10-11 hours a night.
I weighed her with me, I know it's not overly accurate, but looks like we have a 13lb 4oz little gal.
We'll leave my weight off the stat list, lets just say, this prednisone water balloon of a body I have is dreadful, and I can only say thank heavens I lost all my baby weight in the first 6 weeks because I gained it all back in fluid since taking these damn drugs. So the drugs are suppose to hold off a liver transplant, I'm telling you, there are days I would rather the transplant option. I asked the Dr today if he has to write prescriptions for prednisone and anti depressants on the same slip, he shook his head yes, and said, we are getting you off of them!!!! I'm not sure if it was the tears in my eyes, or me admitting I have been in sheer agony for 2 weeks but wouldn't call out of fear the drugs would be increased that made him realize I was at the end of my rope, but he told me I could skip the pills today and I have to call for my blood results tomorrow. Fingers and toes and every other water logged body part I have that may cross, in hopes I will hear the prednisone will be reduced more. I no longer look like myself and if you haven't seen me in 2 months, I dare say you will be astonished at the difference in my face and neck. The Dr said it will go away - of course, I want it to be a 24 hour type of go away time frame, but it took 2 months to go on, I hear it can take that long to see it disappear, if not longer!!! SIGH.
Hope everyone is doing well, get shopping if you are not done, or get started if you are like Darren...Toodles for now!
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