Category: Family

It’s so sad that it’s my last day of vacation today. I’m so not looking forward to going back to work; not because I feel lazy but because I just don’t see how I’ll make it through the day since I’m exhausted by the end of the day and that’s because right now I’m at home! Granted, I’ve been sort of overdoing the housework and am constantly on my feet, but I’ll probably be on my feet and running errands all over the place at work, too. We’ll see. I just have to keep telling myself it’s only 4 days this week, then 3 weeks and that’s it!

I didn’t want to go anywhere today but, like I mentioned in my previous blog, I have to visit Gramma, have to deposit at the bank for my online bills, have to get milk and a few other things like trash bags, and as for home: I still need to do laundry, sew the valance (at least) for the kitchen window, and mop. Although I didn’t get to paint Alaethia’s room pink like I’d wanted to, I can always get that done during the almost-month that I’m going to be off before I have the baby. I’m hoping to finish painting the trim (white) for the kitchen and all the doors. I feel pretty darn good about everything I managed to accomplish in the last week.

Later…we visited Gramma and she’s doing just fine. She was laughing with the kids and we even talked about Aunt Sylvia and some stuff Aunt Nora told her about when she visited. Mom had seen me searching for sometime a few days before and I got the guts to tell her I’d been doing research and found out what her father’s name is and I was going to get in contact (again—she doesn’t know about the first time). She told me no, that I had the wrong name, but when we were at Gramma’s she asked her and Gramma gave me a knowing look. I nodded inconspicuously and she told her the real name. And Mom took it well!

We stopped at H-E-B for a few groceries and then I rushed home.

When we got home I left all the kids with the in-laws and then rushed to the salon to get my hair cut. It was down to my waist and the pregnancy hot flashes were becoming unbearable—I HAD to get it cut. They let me in even though it was late and I asked the lady to hack my hair up to my shoulders. It’s still a little longer than I wanted, but it’ll do.

I had so much to do before I went to work the next day and I was so tired. I still had to shower and straighten my hair and Mario decided that he was going to go to sleep early. How convenient. I hate when he does that. He fell asleep on the sofa and Alaethia sat on the other sofa watching Noggin’. I asked her if she was okay and she said yes. I told her to pound on her daddy’s head if she needed something. I took the quickest shower in history and when I was done I peeked my head out the door and told her I was almost out. She said okay and turned back to Wa-Wa-Wubzy. She starts knocking on the door while I’m drying myself and I ask her to please hold on. She knocks two more times and tells me something about her diaper. I’m thinking the worst. She starts jiggling the door handle and I finish putting on my clothes. I come out and look down at her and she gives me that sweet smile that only means she’s up to no good. I lift her pajama top and sure enough: she’s naked…and the most putrid smell starts wafting in the air. I scream, “OH MY GOD!!!” and Mario, of course, is woken from his sleep. But does he move? No. I’m running around cleaning her up (hands, feet, butt) and realize the offending diaper’s nowhere to be found. I ask her, “Where did you take your diaper off? In the living room?”

She tilts her head to one side and says, “I dunno….um, yes!”

I ask again, “Or did you take it off in the kitchen?”

She smiles again and says a happy, “Yes!”

Gosh. I had no idea where it was. There wasn’t anything on the floor in the living room, but once I’m in the kitchen I see little toeprints of poop. Lovely. I lug my tub of Lysol wipes around with me and clean up the whole floor. There’s a trail all the way to the trashcan. Thank goodness, the diaper’s in there, but it’s empty. Upon further inspection I notice that she’d shaken her poop into the trash can and managed to drop some on the floor and scooped it back into the trash. I re-washed her hands for good measure and remembered that she’d been messing with the door handle so I wiped that and re-washed my hands as well. It was now 10:30pm. I was so angry. And Mario just sat there all drowsy looking not saying a word!

He got up and took a huge drink of water. I wanted to hit him, but quietly blow-dried and flat-ironed my hair. What a night!

As we were lying in bed last night I was whining to Mario how I wish I’d had time to do so many more things, like painting the kitchen and hanging up picture frames, even though I did accomplish a lot in the past week. He said we’d do everything I wanted to do first thing in the morning. He’d been drinking a little and he always becomes the best, most romantic, most supportive husband ever when he’s drunk, so I attributed his generosity to that. I didn’t want to get too excited.

Mary woke us up asking if we wanted to go to the movies with her and the boys, but we were tired and up late with Aly (till 2 am and then she kept waking me up and the baby didn’t let me sleep much, either. I had a tummy ache and she was thrashing about so much I couldn’t sleep) so we sadly declined. We lazied around in bed and then I started making breakfast and Mario finished making us eggs. Alaethia actually ate all her eggs with cheese. I’m trying hard not to give her anything to drink until she’s done with her food or else she’ll want to go back to sleep or gets too full and doesn’t want to eat any actual food. This is a bad habit I thank Mom for instilling in her.

We went to Family Dollar to buy a few paint supplies and started prepping kitchen. Mom and my dad-in-law helped with Alaethia, and later when they got home, Mary and the boys kept her entertained. We’re so blessed to have such awesome family.

Mario wasn’t sure about the lemon-colored, almost nacho-cheese paint, but once we finished and everyone was complimenting it he said it would grow on him. He thought he was being funny by calling the kitchen our Taqueria LOL. He even said, “We can paint one of the walls a moco green and we’ll have the whole taqueria look going on here.” He even stood outside the window as if he was at a drive thru, stared right at me and said, “Hola mesera. Me da un taco pirata, tacos de bisteck y agua de Jamaica, por favor?” Hard-dee-har-har.

We took a break and had hotdogs outside with mom and Big Mario. I came back in to Mario’s protests to finish up with the kitchen. I’m putting away all my tea pot collections; I’m going for a minimal look. We got rid of a whole bunch of stuff we had piled in the corner. Now the trash can resides there and I’m hoping to get a hanging rack for the mop and broom and so on. I’m so happy with the results, even though I’m tired as hell. Mario’s such a big help these days. He even put up the picture frames I wanted him to. We still need the ones in the hallway, but I’ll bombard him with that later, heh.

He bathed Alaethia without a complaint then I took a shower and brought Aly to bed. She’s asleep. I should do the same. It’s already 12:30am. I didn’t want to go anywhere tomorrow, but I know I’ll probably have to. We have to go visit Gramma because we haven’t gone in a week. I just wanted to rest, though, but if I think about I haven’t really “rested” this whole “vacation” LOL. I’m too busy getting everything in order. I’m still a week behind with blogs and months behind with baby log! I want to get that done tomorrow. That’s next on my to-do list; updating…and laundry too!

Mario dropped Adan off at the airport early. He got home and went about his business, doing work outside and so on. I woke up at 10am and sat in the living room, wondering what to do first. Mario came in just then with a big frame/white board. It was so nice; it had three sections. The first is for 4 photos, the middle is a red satin pin board and the last part is a dry-erase board. I’ve always wanted one of those. He told me Dad brought it for me as a gift and he was outside. It’s one of the nicest gifts Dad’s ever gotten me. Actually…it’s one of the only gifts he’s ever given me LOL.

Dad said he’d come over because he was nervous that I hadn’t answered my phone all week. He was afraid I was sick or went into labor. He’d tried calling my cell phone but Mom had given him the wrong one. I sat outside with him, Mom and Mario and we talked about everything. He even talked about his coffee addiction and I realized So THAT’S where I get it from!. John and Mom are so not coffee drinkers.

It was weird, but he and mom took off to H-E-B to get Mom’s digital converter boxes. He even went over to her house and installed them for her. Mom wasn’t going to be able to live the jokes down when everyone found out. When he was done they came over again and I put on a pot of coffee and we watched TV. He admired our 47″ LCD and he and Mario talked about cars and then he left.

I had breakfast then, an extra egg and potato taco Mario’d brought. I wasn’t even halfway through when I bit into some crunchy egg shell. I hate that crap. I almost barfed in my sink.

I lost my appetite after that so I started to update my blog a bit. I’m so behind. We left to pick up Mario’s paycheck and when we got home Noey and Andy were here. We went to Yadira’s for a bar-b-q. We sat around and talked like usual. We came home and I washed dishes. It’s so nice having a clean house. It’s a beautiful feeling, looking around and not feeling overwhelmed by crap. I hope I can keep up with it the last 3 ½ weeks of work. Bleh, I don’t want to go back, but who does? I go back on Tuesday. How sad. And I didn’t even get to paint the kitchen!