To say I am behind, is like saying the ocean is "kinda salty"- I am struggling to make things work in even a mediocre fashion now. I blame my brain, my overwhelming (and increasing) duties in life and my inability to win the lottery to solve all of my problems. With that said, I need to blog now more than ever...but I do not have freaking time to do it! So, for my own venting -and to keep any of the 3-5 people who check this out up to date on what's been going on- here are a few things that have happened lately:
- My sweet dog, Genga, was hit by a car by some cowardly jackass who didn't even stop to see if she was ok. For the record, GSDs are tough and I own one bad mama-jama.
- With that said, my vet bills are paid and sweet puppy has a clean bill of health, no broken bones or fractures, and just one sore shoulder.
- Did I mention my vet is the best EVER?!?!
- It is a really good thing I was not home when she was hit, or found out who did it,as I would probably be locked up now as emotional and stressed out as I have been.
- I had a regular baby-check in appointment last week, which resulted in me having to go back in today because my BP was "elevated"...due to freaking stress- DUH!
- Today's BP reading ain't looking so hot either.
- I have actually lost 2lbs... and I am pregnant. I am not trying, but ANY form of weight-loss at ANYTIME in my life is a news-worthy event- although I know now is not the ideal time.
- I met with the Anesthesiologist for my epidural assessment. I do not have time to bore anyone with the reason this is funny, but yes...I made a complete ass out of myself during the consult and I hope the doc I met with is on shift/working when I go in labor because he was a smart ass too.
- Holy crap...I didn't have to spell check Anesthesiologist- BAM!!!
- Back to dogs...Genga turned 2 on Tuesday and we (me, Caroline and Pam) threw her a party.
- Yes, there were party hats (for the record, Genga the birthday girl gladly wore one), candles, ice cream and gifts.
- I am pretty sure my husband thinks I have finally lost it and just now realizes the level of my unhealty obsession with my pets. I am probably at a CODE/Crazy stage IV level now.
- Caroline is still the funniest person I know.
Gotta jet and get back to the madness.
Kerri
So, it didn't really happen...but I came real close so I felt the need to share- shocker, I know. Monday was a holiday, so Caroline and I had lots of "to-dos" that we wanted to work on. Of course, we will slow out of the gate, but nonetheless things got going. I decided to tackle the farm chores early and went to feed all of the critters. I went to the coop where I discovered we lost a little white-feathered lady. Funny things about chickens...they do not mourn as big red proved while she was laying eggs right next to the crime scene. Anywho, I go to the barn to get the shovel to give little bit the proper farm funeral. I scoop her up and head to the coop door. Did I ever share there is a large beam (ok, just a heavy board) at eye level around the door area of the coop? Well, we have had it there for over 8 months, yet apparently in my rush to balance the dead hen on the shovel and not let the others out, I clearly run my large head straight into it. I saw stars- LARGE stars- and I probably lost a few memories as well due to the blow I took. I didn't knock myself out...but I came pretty darn close. And with that...I started to laugh my arse off. I checked my head for any bleeding, regained my grip of the dead hen shovel and continued on to the burial. As I was walking- still seeing some stars might I add- all I could think of is "what if I really knocked myself out?" I laughed at the thought of seeing my loved ones come out to see me laid out...in chicken poop....with a dead hen on my chest somewhere (because, that's where it would have landed on my in my story) and all of the other birds running amuck. Would that not have been a "what the h&^@ happened here?" kind of story.
So, shockingly I escaped this scenario as a real life event, but I had to share as this is what goes down on the Knight's farm.
:)
Let's talk about my new stressor- birthday parties and the fact they make me realize what an unorganized freak I have become.
I love my child more than life itself. Her birthday falls on the holiday break and I do not feel she should "lose out" on any celebration(s) just because I decided (you know, it was ALL my fault) to have her 4 days after Christmas. She cannot "celebrate" in school since her b'day will never fall on a school day. Actually, you know what...she CAN celebrate in school if her mother wasn't such a jackass and had actually asked and planned to bring cupcakes in before she left for break, but she (me, the mother) is an apparent forgetful jackass. Doing that would have required me to be organized, and well...we all know how that works. So, back to the task at hand. Caroline got to celebrate her actual birthday in St. Augustine as we visted Jay's mom to celebrate Christmas with her and her crew. We then tackled the BIG event of the year (or one's life) with heading to Disney World the next day. While I know that is a BIG birthday perk, it still (in my eyes) is not her "birthday" party as she was with her family and it was a family vacation. So, I still felt (and feel) that she should get to have a party with her friends from school and such. I (last minutely) scramble to call the YMCA and get the one date/time they have --which shockingly goes in my favor as it was the date we were hoping for- and book the gymasium for a "gymastics" party - which is what Caroline has been asking for since summer. I throw together invites - yes, these are now the days of times of the "fill-in-the-blank" invites as having cute ones printed is not in the cards (pun intended) and get them off to her school and her class at the YMCA. I am now starting to "regret" that maybe I am indeed going overboard and should have just chilled out. That thought only came to light when sweet hubby told me I was crazy for booking it and a few other members of the fam, said it was too much as well. Really? How can it be "too" much for a FIVE year old to celebrate a party with her friends? Maybe I am being overdramatic, but it's not her fault that all of this falls within the timeframe of her b'day.
To add to my stress, I also found out there is another party, same time, same day, with a child we adore (from her YMCA class), so now my stress is even higher as I worry no one will show up to my child's party. And, am I the only one out there who thinks like this? I take the lack of RSVPs and a small pool of mommy friends as a very personal for a reflection of my child. Doesn't she deserve for me to be more outgoing? Doesn't she deserve for me to make more mommy friends so she has more of a social life? I know she has friends, but this is only her second year in "school" and she's 5---her "BFF" changes on a daily basis. Also, there are about 5 kids with the same name, so which __________ am I supposed to invite, and who do I invite if not the entire class? I don't know...it is all too much. I do know that there will be loving and caring people there, dear friends and family who we adore and Caroline won't care if there are 2 people from school, or 12. She will have fun, play, and just enjoy one more celebration of her turning 5. We will have snacks, sing, and eat cake---HOLY SHIT, I have to order the f*&(ing cake!!!
I find myself asking this question a lot lately. Really, what the heck just happended? One day it was two weeks before Christmas (when we decided to finally get started on Christmas shopping) and the next it is already the first week of the new year. We were blessed with a wonderful holiday season, great time with great family and a nice family vacation to boot, but dang it went by fast. Thinking things will slow down, I realized I can just offer that thought right up. We have Caroline's b'day party in a few weekends (girl will have celerated for a month by then, but when you are born right after Christmas and on school break what do you expect?) and then the realization that we need to completely re-arrange the house. So, the one day off this month, will now be spent removing all toys from the play room to paint for little sister to get her nursery back... and then take it from there.
I can go on and on about what we "need" to do, but let me update you all on the above mentioned vacation. We finally did it...yes, we went to Disney with our little princess. I cannot thank my parents enough for their generousity as they provided the place to stay and tickets for our crew---thanks, Gigi & Da! They got to witness their grandchild experience it all and I only hope they enjoyed it as much as we did. I know they spent WAY TOO much on us and I do not think we can ever repay them, but I hope they know (even though it probably appeared that we fled out of the parking lot Monday morning) we are ever so grateful. With that said, I think we are good avoiding the Orlando...hell, make that the entire Central Florida region for another five years (or more). Caroline did point out that technically her little sister got to visit as well, so we are good for a while...a long while at that.
I am not sure if it was the hormones, or just the fact my heart was overloaded, but I teared up a ton while on this trip. To see our sweet little angel take in all the sights and get to experience all that she did was amazing. We went to the Magic Kingdom (with 100,000+ of our close personal friends might I add) as well as Sea World. To my surprise (I am very fearful of deep water...regardless where/what form- tanks, pools, seas- it is) Sea World was my favorite. Don't get me wrong, Disney was great and Caroline got to meet the Princesses---freaking priceless...except I will note that I think Cinderella was either hungover or just DONE for the day, but Belle and Auroa kicked ass-- and was in awe. Her "favorite" (Sleeping Beauty) spent extra time teaching her to twirl and courtsey and my chatty little punk was speechless. We got autographs, photos and memories galore. I am glad we got to see it, but Sea World rocked it on day 2. I am sure it has to do with my resemblence to Shamua and the chubby sea lions looking at me like their mother ship, but it was awesome. Caroline informed me she was going to work there when she got older...as a princess Dolphin trainer (as if there is any other kind).
