Bathing just really sucks
Last night, at 10 pm, after my usual exhausting day, i.e. got up at 6, got S up, dressed, fed, ready for school, took DH’s dog outside to potty, managed to suck down only ONE cup of coffee, got the kidlet to school on time, remembered to kiss the four year old before I left, forgot to kiss DH, didn’t even think about kissing the dogs or cats or fish but fed them all first thing, went to the office, did the weekend catch up work, left work, ate lunch, picked up kids, had extra grandkid from after school until karate, drove the ½ hour home, made dinner early because of karate, had to make two separate dinners cause that is the grandkid that is totally allergic to milk, and the menu last night was grilled cheese and tomato soup.
Breathe, breathe.
Not good. She got grilled bologna with ketchup and tomato soup made with water. Cleaned up dinner mess. Got kidlets (2) ready to go, got to karate on time, ran into karate helped them get dressed, left, ran errands, checked on one of the doors at the restaurant which wasn’t locking (not good), went back to karate, picked kid up, drove ½ hour home again, got her ready for bed, kissed 4 yr old goodnight, talked to DH for a few, did some chores, fed animals again, redded up house, made uncountable trips into bedrooms to answer kid questions, etc, give drinks, give bologna sandwiches to the STARVING children who cannot POSSIBLY go to sleep unless they get a snack., well ya know.
Finally, at 10 pm, exhausted. I had to take a shower, which PROMPTLY woke my butt right up. Fine. Wonderful. Now, at bedtime, I am raring to go.
Take a pill and go to sleep. Because, I have to get up at 6 am, and honey, if I do not get 8 hours of sleep, I do not function any more. Period. End of story.
I don’t have time to shower in the morning. There are toooooo many mouths to feed, things to awaken, etc. I am too tired to shower at night. Don’t want to bathe when I bathe the kids, and there isn’t enough hot water to go three baths or showers any way. I just hate the whole bit about bathing. It takes too long. I get cold when I get undressed. I have WAAAAY too many mirrors in my bathroom. I think I may just do something about THAT little issue. It’s cold when I get out of the shower as well. Then, of course, I have to blow dry my hair which I absolutely abhor doing because if I don’t, I will sleep on wet hair and awaken with the WORLDS WORST case of bed head ever seen, and, don’t forget, I do run two companies and it would look funny for me to go to the office with bad bed head. Well, okay, for those who know me, I don't really care about what I look like at home or at the office, but you know.
Well, I just hate showering. But, I was raised to bathe daily, as were most of us. How RUDE! Now a nice leisurely bath would be lovely and sweet, but alas ! it is not in my immediate future.
I find myself wanting the Jetson days, you remember? When Judy Jetson slips into the “sonic shower” and is sonically cleaned of all odor, bacteria, and whatever else undesirable things might be on her body (have you ever SEEN a dust mite? Ewwwwww), and then jumps out, sparkingly clean and odorless. Come to think of it, I would like wash and wear clothes, you know, put them on and then when they get wet, they disappear. How funny would THAT be in a rain shower?
I want a sonic shower. I don’t think I would mind being irradiated somehow if it involved me NOT getting wet and WAKING up.
I don’t see a solution to this problem. I tried showering as soon as I get home, doesn’t work.
Any idea’s out there? I hate having such an insignificant problem, but I cannot be the ONLY person out there having this stupid issue over stupidity.
Hiatus over, writing is dying to get out!!
Sorry all, but it has been a very busy, very chaotic, very ummmmm. well, just a very three months.
Quick catch up for all my blog friends. Daughter had the baby, all was not well, but it had nothing to do with drugs. Baby spent two weeks in intensive care, but is now home and doing wonderful.
Life as a custodial grandparent continues. The oldest girl is having a few problems, but nothing I don't feel comfortable with handling.
The baby, 5 in August, is spending WAY too much time in front of the TV, but Pappy lets her and I cannot afford child care, so I am trying to mitigate what I can when I can, and she starts Kindergarten in August.
MY baby, age almost 18 is spending her senior year ignoring me and her father, which is about as normal as you can expect. She pays attention when she wants money.
Son and his wife are still with us. There are some differences in the way she was raised and the way we raised our children, and she is the baby of her family and it shows sometimes. Still, she is only 19 and has a lot of growing to do.
Junkie daughter with the new baby is still in methadone program and currently not using. There is a great story there, but I don't have time to write it, maybe tomorrow! Trust me however, it is a classic.
Oldest daughter is about ready to graduate nursing school with a 4.0. We are very proud of her. She will go on to Francisan University to get a BSN in nursing.
Her daughter gets funnier every day. We alternately call her "CRABBYGAIL", or "ABBYSNAIL" or any other derivative which is evocative of her particular personality which is that of a GLORIUS five year old who is the only child of two yuppie parents. She mall shops, she orders her own drinks at Starbucks or Caribou coffee ("I'll have a soy latte with a touch of cinnamon heated to one hundred degees please...") and is a total spoiled but wonderful child.
DH got a new dog. Not that we NEEDED a new dog, in ANY sense of the word. We didn't. Trust me on this. And we CERTAINLY did NOT need a South African Boerbel Mastiff puppy who was NOT housebroken and who weighed 35 pounds at 11 weeks old. But, alas, we have one. His name is Titan and he is too cute, but like a bull in a china shop. When he runs through the house, it sounds rather like a horse stampede of WILD horses.
My PT Cruiser broke down and is in the shop where they are TRYING to figure out where the "noise" orginates from. Two power steering pumps later, they still don't know. However, I have a loaner car and am quite happy with it and will wait patiently until they FIX it as it is getting ready to turn over 100k and the warranty expires at 100k.
I think I should drink more.
I thought about giving up wine for Lent, but hey, lets get REAL here. Smoking would be nice, but again, one should only give up what one is fairly CERTAIN they, in fact CAN give up.
Last year, I gave up bitterness. It almost worked. Today is Fat Tuesday, and I only have tonight to figure it out so wish me luck!!
Life - it's NOT like the brochure! (and I want to meet the sucker that WROTE that brochure too and have a few choice words with him.
Fractally yours.
Our Little Kiernan
She made her appearance and was whisked off to NICU (neonatal intensive care)
her little head and normal sized hands
finally home at 2 weeks old
