Diary Entry
Geez, I can't seem to wind down! I keep bouncing from task to task because I'm so used to trying to juggle working in the shop, taking care of the house, sorting out the kids, making candles for ebay orders, and, most of all, studying for university! I told myself I was going to take this weekend and just chill, but I can't. I tried to nap on the couch this afternoon and couldn't even manage that. I think partly it was because the dog decided to cuddle, and there's just not enough room on that couch for a size 16 woman and a Staffordshire bull terrier!
Ricky and Jack have been pretty good today. I let them take the dog out on his lead so all three could get some exercise. Big mistake! I thought that by now Mitch would have calmed down enough for the boys to handle him. Jack has managed him on his lead before. But this turned out to be another of my bad ideas. The dog dragged Ricky across the side road, then back again, and when I shouted Mitch to come home, he knocked Ricky flat on his face and dashed into the middle of our road. Good thing that car stopped for him.
I've been working on my New Year's resolution to be more organised. It was actually Graham and Marie who gave me the idea. They don't drive, and they're fed up of paying for taxis to go do their shopping, so now that Graham has a computer, they've started doing their grocery shopping online with Tesco. In the past couple of months, we've really struggled because we just don't have time to go do a proper shop. And when we do go shopping, we end up spending more on junk and impulse buys than we do on the regular groceries! So once a week, I'm going to sit down and work out the meals for the week, what we have and what we need (which will be more convenient because I can just pop into the kitchen to check if I'm not sure what I've got) and then place my order. The corner shop is still there for things we run out of, and there's always Morrison's down the road if I've forgotten a lot. This might turn out to be one of my brighter ideas. It's just a shame I didn't think of it sooner. It's too late to put my order in to be delivered before Christmas! So I think Wednesday night I'm going to do a midnight shop and miss out on all the crowds!
Another one of my bright ideas went wrong today. I bought the boys a gel candle making kit. I figured that since I make candles from paraffin wax professionally, I could handle a bit of gel wax. I don't like gel wax. It just doesn't behave. And the kit included the most annoying glitter I've ever seen! It's now all over the house. Even the dog sparkles now.
I'm missing Malorie and Braden. It just doesn't feel right in the house without them, even though when they're here I could bang their heads together. It's going to be even stranger starting Tuesday morning when Ricky and Jack leave for their dad's for eight days. Simon and I will be on our own Christmas Day, unless Daniel shows up. I doubt that will happen because his mum does everything she can to make sure he's not with us for the holidays.
I spoke to my father on the phone yesterday, and today my mother called, too. It's Jack's birthday on Thursday, and since he'll be gone they wanted to be sure to wish him a happy birthday. It turned out to be a funny conversation. My dad hadn't told my mum about my conversation with my grandmother yesterday, in which I stuck my foot in my mouth by saying I don't like George Bush. What was funny was my mum telling me she better not tell my grandmother who she voted for then! That doesn't necessarily mean she voted for Kerry because there are usually plenty of independents listed on the ballot, or she could have written someone in. Or she could have voted for Bush and just didn't want to tell me. It doesn't matter to me anyway.
I know I said earlier that the boys were being good today. I think I spoke too soon. Jack turned hyper on me, and he was so busy and loud I now have a headache. So much for my relaxing weekend. At least I have a bottle of Baileys Irish Cream in the house. AFter the boys went to bed, I got it out and had a glass. Or two. Well, let's call it one and a half.
And so ends my first running commentary of a relatively normal day around here. Simon's sick with a cold, the boys are monsters and the dog farts too much. Most of what I've watched on telly has been crime documentaries. I had a short conversation with Pete, and he's still nuts. It's nice to know there's some consistency in life.
Ricky and Jack have been pretty good today. I let them take the dog out on his lead so all three could get some exercise. Big mistake! I thought that by now Mitch would have calmed down enough for the boys to handle him. Jack has managed him on his lead before. But this turned out to be another of my bad ideas. The dog dragged Ricky across the side road, then back again, and when I shouted Mitch to come home, he knocked Ricky flat on his face and dashed into the middle of our road. Good thing that car stopped for him.
I've been working on my New Year's resolution to be more organised. It was actually Graham and Marie who gave me the idea. They don't drive, and they're fed up of paying for taxis to go do their shopping, so now that Graham has a computer, they've started doing their grocery shopping online with Tesco. In the past couple of months, we've really struggled because we just don't have time to go do a proper shop. And when we do go shopping, we end up spending more on junk and impulse buys than we do on the regular groceries! So once a week, I'm going to sit down and work out the meals for the week, what we have and what we need (which will be more convenient because I can just pop into the kitchen to check if I'm not sure what I've got) and then place my order. The corner shop is still there for things we run out of, and there's always Morrison's down the road if I've forgotten a lot. This might turn out to be one of my brighter ideas. It's just a shame I didn't think of it sooner. It's too late to put my order in to be delivered before Christmas! So I think Wednesday night I'm going to do a midnight shop and miss out on all the crowds!
Another one of my bright ideas went wrong today. I bought the boys a gel candle making kit. I figured that since I make candles from paraffin wax professionally, I could handle a bit of gel wax. I don't like gel wax. It just doesn't behave. And the kit included the most annoying glitter I've ever seen! It's now all over the house. Even the dog sparkles now.
I'm missing Malorie and Braden. It just doesn't feel right in the house without them, even though when they're here I could bang their heads together. It's going to be even stranger starting Tuesday morning when Ricky and Jack leave for their dad's for eight days. Simon and I will be on our own Christmas Day, unless Daniel shows up. I doubt that will happen because his mum does everything she can to make sure he's not with us for the holidays.
I spoke to my father on the phone yesterday, and today my mother called, too. It's Jack's birthday on Thursday, and since he'll be gone they wanted to be sure to wish him a happy birthday. It turned out to be a funny conversation. My dad hadn't told my mum about my conversation with my grandmother yesterday, in which I stuck my foot in my mouth by saying I don't like George Bush. What was funny was my mum telling me she better not tell my grandmother who she voted for then! That doesn't necessarily mean she voted for Kerry because there are usually plenty of independents listed on the ballot, or she could have written someone in. Or she could have voted for Bush and just didn't want to tell me. It doesn't matter to me anyway.
I know I said earlier that the boys were being good today. I think I spoke too soon. Jack turned hyper on me, and he was so busy and loud I now have a headache. So much for my relaxing weekend. At least I have a bottle of Baileys Irish Cream in the house. AFter the boys went to bed, I got it out and had a glass. Or two. Well, let's call it one and a half.
And so ends my first running commentary of a relatively normal day around here. Simon's sick with a cold, the boys are monsters and the dog farts too much. Most of what I've watched on telly has been crime documentaries. I had a short conversation with Pete, and he's still nuts. It's nice to know there's some consistency in life.
posted by Melinda at 12/18/2004 11:46:00 pm
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