Busy busy busy... GAH!
Oct. 28th, 2009 05:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ladydraceOk, so. Right now, I'm so busy I think my head is spinning!
Firstly, in my family, I'm the crazy aunt who embroiders name plates when ever a new baby is born. (Not my own, but all others). And last saturday, my sister gave birth to daughter #4. And I'm SO not far enough along with the damn name plate. Every time I try to take a little time for it, Pea needs me. It's getting ridiculous. I've resorted to doing needle point on the bus. Yeah. It's as risky as it sounds.
Then there's Pea's 5 month vaccines we forgot to get and needed a new appointment for, his naming papers (with unexpected complications, setting the whole thing back a week), his "naming coffee" to plan (no baptism) and we're still battling with the new solid food routines. Oh, and were also trying to get appointments to visit some daycares, to see if we can get a place for Pea after new year.
Then there's my other sister's wedding this next saturday (which I have NO idea of a gift for), therapy (which has expanded to an extra day a week), clearing out trash to make room for all the weird stuff you get when you have a baby, and of course all the daily stuff of washing clothes, doing dishes, grocery shopping and cooking.
Why am I cooking, btw??? That's totally not my job. I wash, clean and make sure the fridge is full. In return, hubby cooks. How I got hoodwinked into cooking tonight, I have no idea... I hate cooking.
And just to add to the spinning of my head, hubby is finally finished with his play. One would think that this would give me more time, but nooo. Hubby seems to think that now that "we both have more time" that we should really spend more time together. But what I really need is an hour to myself. Just one bloody hour. But no.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I've gotta go peel potatoes. *grumble*
Firstly, in my family, I'm the crazy aunt who embroiders name plates when ever a new baby is born. (Not my own, but all others). And last saturday, my sister gave birth to daughter #4. And I'm SO not far enough along with the damn name plate. Every time I try to take a little time for it, Pea needs me. It's getting ridiculous. I've resorted to doing needle point on the bus. Yeah. It's as risky as it sounds.
Then there's Pea's 5 month vaccines we forgot to get and needed a new appointment for, his naming papers (with unexpected complications, setting the whole thing back a week), his "naming coffee" to plan (no baptism) and we're still battling with the new solid food routines. Oh, and were also trying to get appointments to visit some daycares, to see if we can get a place for Pea after new year.
Then there's my other sister's wedding this next saturday (which I have NO idea of a gift for), therapy (which has expanded to an extra day a week), clearing out trash to make room for all the weird stuff you get when you have a baby, and of course all the daily stuff of washing clothes, doing dishes, grocery shopping and cooking.
Why am I cooking, btw??? That's totally not my job. I wash, clean and make sure the fridge is full. In return, hubby cooks. How I got hoodwinked into cooking tonight, I have no idea... I hate cooking.
And just to add to the spinning of my head, hubby is finally finished with his play. One would think that this would give me more time, but nooo. Hubby seems to think that now that "we both have more time" that we should really spend more time together. But what I really need is an hour to myself. Just one bloody hour. But no.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I've gotta go peel potatoes. *grumble*
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