Somebody must have turned the heat up under the pot that is my life, because I feel like I never sit down except to pay the bills. The second my ass hits that chair, Daphne opens the front door and takes off running, or a pain-medicated dog pees on the floor, or Sophia uses her fend-off-attackers scream to notify me that she does not wish to watch Cyberchase.
I mean, I kind of feel the same way about Cyberchase. But come on, kiddo. Save it for when it's truly needed. I told her the story of the boy who cried wolf, except that I was so peeved I told her the wolf ate the boy, and I should have know better, because she looked at me in horror and said, stunned, "I hate you!"
I knew just what she meant. I knew so well that I couldn't even pretend to be upset about hearing that, so I apologized and hugged her and told her that the wolf really just ate the sheep and it was only a fable anyways. Poor kid.
Yeah, so last week, well, you know about last week. We spent the weekend building a kickass swingset, and by "we" I mean "Sean," because my job was to keep Daphne out of the way. (I also made mini knockoff Hostess cupcakes that were amazing.) It was almost as hard as building the swingset. He actually involved Sophia as much as possible, which was just, I mean, wow, dude. So now we have an amazing swingset, and then I don't remember Monday at all, and Tuesday the dog had a mass removed from her shoulder and I spent the day scrambling to get an appointment at one place and then canceled it because the regular doctor's office got me in (more on that in a minute). Started a pot of goat stew (yes, really) and then ran out the door to pick up Sophia from preschool, intending to go straight from preschool to the vet to get the dog, and remembered that I had left the stove on, so had to come home in the middle of the trip. Got the dog. Drove home. Made rice to go with stew. Noticed it was awfully hot in the house.
Somehow I knew it was the compressor that died, and I have no idea how I'd know that but I did, and the first place I called couldn't send anyone until Friday because it is suddenly mid-July around here, and then I found a local guy. He came Wednesday after I got to enjoy a morning with friend Rachel talking about paint colors, made plans to come back Thursday. Took the kids out to pick mulberries down the street. Wednesday night was spent baking cupcakes in the hot kitchen; thought I'd be awesome and dye the icing with mulberry juice. Totally forgot about the way mulberry juice smells after a while. (You know that smell when you first open a bag of M&Ms? Or maybe an old cardboard box? Funky.) Anyway, didn't discover that until I'd made and frosted (quite beautifully) about thirty mini-cupcakes. In the hot kitchen. Late into the night. For Sophia's preschool tomorrow.
WHICH BRINGS US to today, when I sent Sophia off to her LAST DAY OF PRESCHOOL EVER with Sean, and Daphne and I headed for my 9 a.m. doctor's appointment with the Other Guy in the practice. He sees my weird name, asks if I know Sean LeeryPolyp, and it turns out he was a big fan of Sean's comic strip back in our college days. We enjoy a little Wahoowa time, he looks at my foot and tells me it's fine (oh by the way D has been screaming ever since I got weighed, big stranger anxiety). I think I have time to go to Target so I pick up some pretzels for preschool, dixie cups, new jug of bubbles and a hula hoop. Race home to find A/C guy hard at work. Tell him we have until 2:30 (it is now 11) and then I have to go. Would've made it if the first compressor hadn't been defective, but he has to go back out for another one, so Sean comes home and I take D out to get S at preschool, where I serve the Funky Cupcakes and the pretzels to a bunch of four-year-olds who are NO FOOLS and are not interested in your STINKY CUPCAKES, lady. Have a pretzel then.
Then I took both kids to Whole Foods to buy the only shampoo that keeps my entire scalp from disintegrating into flakes (Sean's too), and boy, was that fun. D is now at an age when you CANNOT STOP HER from, say, pushing the damn tiny cart, or running away, or accidentally dumping a dozen eggs on the floor during the second you look away. And no, she will not ride in a cart. If I can even get her in, she climbs out and tries to fling herself backwards. That belt? It doesn't even slow her down.
BUT at least the air conditioner works now. And I think we can squeeze a few more years out of the system; fifteen hundred bucks is a lot easier to swallow than the seven or eight thou it would take to replace the whole thing.
So that is what my week has been like so far. And you know about last week. Next week, I have plans to use precious babysitter time to visit the dentist to see about THE TOOTH THAT IS TURNING GRAY AND WILL PROBABLY CAUSE ME TO NEED A ROOT CANAL IN THE NEAR FUTURE. YES. YOU READ THAT RIGHT. A ROOT CANAL. THAT MAY OR MAY NOT BE COVERED BY INSURANCE. Nobody knows why, either. The tooth isn't near a screw or incision or anything.
On the upside, my dad is in the hospital again. You can probably imagine how bad his condition had gotten if being back in the hospital is considered the upside of things.