Piling it on
A combination of recent events has conspired to make be go bat-poo insane, so much so as to drown myself in TV and a wee sip of beer each night and prevent me from blogging. Each of these individually? Not life-wrecking. But imagine with me, if you will, the bat-poo synergy of these evil forces working together.
1) Our cell phone plan was up about six months ago, but, being lazy, we didn't do anything about it. But here we were, in Delaware a year now, still with Seattle phone numbers. Finally we decided we should do something about it and get new phones. I called and cancelled; our Seattle phone numbers died on the 16th, may they rest in peace, and may the people who continue to call some ho named Monica at all hours of the night get an automated message and not an angry Claire. We comparison-shopped for new phones and found the best deals, by far, on Amazon.com. Did you even know they sold phone plans? I didn't. And we were both getting those sultry new Motorola PEBLs for less than free! Score!
I ordered our new phones and plan on September 9th. My delivery date has been revised twice. This time they're telling me the phones should have shipped today (on Sunday???) for delivery Wednesday. Have they shipped? No. Can I cancel my order? NO. Are we suffering from serious cell phone withdrawal? Youbetcha.
2) Our promo with Comcast for our cable modem/digital cable was up on September 11th. We vowed that we would cancel our cable modem and get DSL. Now we have had DSL for 10 days, but it sits in a box. Dada thought about installing it today, but then he learned that I signed us up for the super-slowsky kind and revolted. We decided now that we should try the cable modem/digital cable/digital voice package for $99 from Comcast and ditch our phone line altogether, especially since our landline, with no long distance plan (since we do all our long-distance calling on our cell phones!), costs $37/mo with taxes. You can imagine all the unsavory time I will be spending on the phone tomorrow when the babysitter is here, instead of doing things I really need to do, like bake more cookies.
3) I signed on to write another children's book with my publisher. This one is longer, but should (in theory) be more fun and a little easier. However, it does require me, as the other one did, to go to the library and do some research. When is this supposed to happen? When did I have time to do the other one? I don't remember anymore.
4) Our house is a filthy sty, in one part because of Jacob's love of flinging his food and Cheerios every which way, in one part because Isaac still enjoys emptying toy boxes just for fun, and in part because I never get around to vacuuming. The worst part is our spider infestation. When we turned the air conditioning on at the beginning of summer, we thought it would be energy-wise of us to close the storm windows. Over the course of the summer, they have slowly slid open on the top, creating a tidy little house for every spider in the neighborhood to come and display themselves to us in all their creepy bug-catching and egg-laying glory. We have put off their eradication because as long as the inside windows stay shut, they can't get in. Now that it's fall and it's becoming entirely appropriate to fling those windows wide open and enjoy the crisp breeze, our spider problem requires action.
Now, don't worry. All these spiders are perfectly friendly and non-poisionous -- mostly wolf spiders grown freakishly huge and scary-looking from their summer of feasting in their perfect window-boxy habitat. But who on earth would look forward to opening up the windows for the sole purpose of playing Whack-a-Spider, with the potential of letting one or five in?
Dada and I are dyed-in-the-wool procrastinators. Perhaps you note a theme here, that of our procrastination yielding a stiff bite in the patoot. Usually I can deal with that. But let's also tack on to the pile the fact that my stay-at-home-mommy skills, like an out-of-warranty computer, require resetting every two months, accomplished by a visit from somebody, anybody to shake up our routine and help me watch the babies for at least a couple consecutive days. We anticipated visitors coming this past week, but plans fell through. I notice myself getting worn out more quickly and not being as patient with Isaac, and I can work with that. We can bring the sitter over twice a week instead of the zero times a week we've been doing. But that would only be treating the symptoms. The problem remains.
Send grandparents now!
1) Our cell phone plan was up about six months ago, but, being lazy, we didn't do anything about it. But here we were, in Delaware a year now, still with Seattle phone numbers. Finally we decided we should do something about it and get new phones. I called and cancelled; our Seattle phone numbers died on the 16th, may they rest in peace, and may the people who continue to call some ho named Monica at all hours of the night get an automated message and not an angry Claire. We comparison-shopped for new phones and found the best deals, by far, on Amazon.com. Did you even know they sold phone plans? I didn't. And we were both getting those sultry new Motorola PEBLs for less than free! Score!
I ordered our new phones and plan on September 9th. My delivery date has been revised twice. This time they're telling me the phones should have shipped today (on Sunday???) for delivery Wednesday. Have they shipped? No. Can I cancel my order? NO. Are we suffering from serious cell phone withdrawal? Youbetcha.
2) Our promo with Comcast for our cable modem/digital cable was up on September 11th. We vowed that we would cancel our cable modem and get DSL. Now we have had DSL for 10 days, but it sits in a box. Dada thought about installing it today, but then he learned that I signed us up for the super-slowsky kind and revolted. We decided now that we should try the cable modem/digital cable/digital voice package for $99 from Comcast and ditch our phone line altogether, especially since our landline, with no long distance plan (since we do all our long-distance calling on our cell phones!), costs $37/mo with taxes. You can imagine all the unsavory time I will be spending on the phone tomorrow when the babysitter is here, instead of doing things I really need to do, like bake more cookies.
3) I signed on to write another children's book with my publisher. This one is longer, but should (in theory) be more fun and a little easier. However, it does require me, as the other one did, to go to the library and do some research. When is this supposed to happen? When did I have time to do the other one? I don't remember anymore.
4) Our house is a filthy sty, in one part because of Jacob's love of flinging his food and Cheerios every which way, in one part because Isaac still enjoys emptying toy boxes just for fun, and in part because I never get around to vacuuming. The worst part is our spider infestation. When we turned the air conditioning on at the beginning of summer, we thought it would be energy-wise of us to close the storm windows. Over the course of the summer, they have slowly slid open on the top, creating a tidy little house for every spider in the neighborhood to come and display themselves to us in all their creepy bug-catching and egg-laying glory. We have put off their eradication because as long as the inside windows stay shut, they can't get in. Now that it's fall and it's becoming entirely appropriate to fling those windows wide open and enjoy the crisp breeze, our spider problem requires action.
Now, don't worry. All these spiders are perfectly friendly and non-poisionous -- mostly wolf spiders grown freakishly huge and scary-looking from their summer of feasting in their perfect window-boxy habitat. But who on earth would look forward to opening up the windows for the sole purpose of playing Whack-a-Spider, with the potential of letting one or five in?
Dada and I are dyed-in-the-wool procrastinators. Perhaps you note a theme here, that of our procrastination yielding a stiff bite in the patoot. Usually I can deal with that. But let's also tack on to the pile the fact that my stay-at-home-mommy skills, like an out-of-warranty computer, require resetting every two months, accomplished by a visit from somebody, anybody to shake up our routine and help me watch the babies for at least a couple consecutive days. We anticipated visitors coming this past week, but plans fell through. I notice myself getting worn out more quickly and not being as patient with Isaac, and I can work with that. We can bring the sitter over twice a week instead of the zero times a week we've been doing. But that would only be treating the symptoms. The problem remains.
Send grandparents now!
posted by Claire at 10:41 PM
3 Comments:
I'm sorry about the poo:-( It's strange that you should be going through your poo when I am having a hard time too. I was jsut telling Jay last night that I felt like a crazy person. Your post made me feel better. Reading that someone I think of as completely normal having a time when she feels a bit 'insane' gives me hope that I too am just a normal person having a tough run for a bit.
Thanks for the great ideas, Grandma! Coloring Halloween decorations for the windows sounds like a ton o' fun. As for the costume, Isaac's is taken care of...you'll see more when it arrives on Friday.
I am going through a hard time too. I really need a girls night-no husband no kids.
I am sorry you are going through the poo also. I am here and around if you want to talk. Anytime I can email you if you want my number. Hope it gets better.
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