Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Back with a whining vengeance

The family is all healthy again, but now I'm just well, overwhelmed. Not in any special way, just the same overwhelmed phase that every other person goes through from time to time. So, sorry, no fun drama. But this does mean that you only get bullet points. Oh, and lots of stories about poop.
  • Leading up to Easter: Mary Clare started Pukefest 2010 the Wednesday night before Easter. While Chip was at class, of course. As I'm sure many of you can attest, there is nothing quite as fantastic as changing the linens on a crib three times in a two-hour time span. Thankfully the upchucking was short lived, and our helpful parents were able to keep her the next two days while she recuperated.
  • Good Friday: So, I've always thought that Good Friday was an oxymoron if there ever was one. But maybe I missed something during my 12 years of Catholic school. Either way, this year Good Friday really lived up to the irony for me. Anyway, Mary Clare and I headed out to Highland that night so Chip could stay at home and work on his paper without interruptions. We went with my parents to our dear friends' home for their annual soup supper. Mary Clare was feeling pretty chipper by this point, and it was nice to see everyone. We get home, we're playing outside and suddenly my mom walks out with two empty cookie platters. While we were gone, Buddy took it upon himself to hop on the dining room table and eat 40 meticulously decorated Easter sugar cookies. Forty cookies. All lovingly made for Mary Clare and Brennan. And just like that, Buddy plummeted from Granddog #1 to Granddog #3. (Oh, and save it, Sherri. You know up until the cookie incident Buddy was so in the #1 spot.)
  • Easter Saturday: I wake up at midnight, only to discover that that little stinker peacefully snoozing in the pack and play by my bed gave me the blasted flu bug. The fun continues throughout the night. I call Chip in the morning to discover it hit him at exactly the same time. So, while I rest, my sister gives Mary Clare and Brennan a bath. Mary Clare poops in the tub. Sherri whips them out of the tub, and she and my dad tackle clean up. Mary Clare and Brennan start running around the house naked, and Mary Clare ends up in the kitchen with my mom, where she proceeds to poop on the floor right by the back door. This is a holy mess not only because of the poop, but because all three 80 lb. dogs decide they must go outside right then, and the only thing standing between them and freedom is a pile of poop. I woke up about an hour after all of this happened and immediately wanted to go back to bed. Nothing like having your entire family be on everyone's shit list. Literally.
  • Easter: Nice day. Chip and I felt like crud, but the weather was beautiful and Mary Clare looked like a little doll in the dress my mom made for her. So we rallied and knocked out mass followed by Easter with my dad's family and then Easter with Chip's family.
  • Post-Easter Puking: So, the flu bug ... it was potent. People would come down with it like clockwork every 48 hours. Brennan got it Sunday night and then it hit Brian on Tuesday night. Sherri escaped it, probably only because she's on prenatal vitamins right now and has all those crazy pregnancy hormones firing off at random. We still weren't in the clear, though. Chip went to the doctor for strep on Monday (he was cleared, thankfully), and I went on Tuesday for an ENT infection (I was not so lucky).
So, now that everyone is healthy, I just have to deal with the normal jumble of stuff that is causing me concern, such as:
  • The layers of pollen coating every surface in our house. I love you, Tower Grove Park, but enough is enough.
  • The rooster that my neighbor won't get rid of, city laws and court orders be damned. (My friend Sue has expressed an interest in seeing if chickens really do run around after losing their heads, and well, I think she should come on over and test this out.)
  • The fact that Chip's parents are moving into a townhouse (read: drastic downsize) and soon piles of memorabilia, furniture and other household items will surely find their way into my basement. My beautiful, impeccable, recently cleaned and organized basement. Oh, the humanity.
  • The shortage of champagne in our house. We're out. Completely out. And have been for some time. I don't like to talk about it.
  • The amount of whining I've done of late. Seriously, it's pretty bad. But you know that, if you got this far.
So, with that, I am declaring war on the whining and will now be the kind of chipper person that makes other people not like them so much. But you ... you will love it.

And since now I'm chipper just like that, it is my pleasure to offer you our April photos to date. Click here and enjoy the super cuteness that is Mary Clare in her Easter dress holding a baby doll wearing a matching Easter dress. (My mom is too much. I love it.)

1 comment:

  1. That sounds so crazy! At least you're all better and the storm has (for the most part) passed.


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