Monday, December 29, 2008
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Day in the Life, Part 1
All About a Day Off
Many of you have already read this. A few of you recommended this is a blog entry, so here we go. This is a story of my first day off ever -- happened to be right before Christmas. I had planned this day off for a whole month leading up to it.
3:30 a.m. - wake up to check on baby and discover two disgusting diarrhea spots on carpet that I just spent $100 to have cleaned one month ago. Yell at both dogs (we are watching the neighbor's dog) and send them outside - where I discover the culprit is our dog. Apologize to neighbor's dog. Wake up husband to help with clean up as I need to feed my son - get backlash (b/c who wants to wake up with a wife telling you that you have to clean up diarrhea at 3:30 a.m.), but eventually he helps which is key b/c I am gagging from the smell.
6:30 a.m. - wake up early b/c my child is awake early. Diarrhea smell still rancid.
8 a.m. - discover the "bite" on my arm that I got a month ago is still there and throbbing, red and raised. Scared its cancer, I make an appt. with the dermatologist. drive baby to daycare.
8:30 a.m. - pick up rental for wet vac to clean carpets and hopefully rid our home of the most foul smell ever.
9 a.m. - arrive home to get going when I remember I have work to do b/c promised a colleague I'd help with a project - instantly regret that decision. Begin work while still inhaling disgusting crap smell.
10 a.m. - begin vacc-ing up house.
11:15 a.m. - go to doctor to find out that she "thinks" its a cyst but "she's been wrong before." Wait a few more weeks to see if its cancer. Lovely.
12 p.m. - stop by Del Taco drive through so I can insert nourishment into my body quickly and efficiently so that I may continue through the day. Eat meal in car in front of Steinmart. Go into Steinmart to buy all the daycare people "gifts" b/c apparently we don't pay them enough as it is (but inside I know our money doesn't go to the caregivers who make squat).
1:30 p.m. - pick up my baby from daycare to find out he's slept a total of 30 MINUTES the entire day of which he woke 7 hours ago. Rush home to put him to bed for a nap. Knowing that if he does not sleep for a nap, he will certainly not sleep at NIGHT!
2 p.m. - Arrive home to FIND 2 NEW diarreah spots - one the instant I open the door. Again, a flood of foul, foul, smell. After immediately putting dogs outside (they are banned from the house at this point), and then proceeding to step over the diarrhea so I can put my baby to sleep (which he fights me on b/c he's overtired of course), I finally get a chance to clean the spots. Gagging the whole time, I get that accomplished. However the house continues to REEK of crap. Hmmm. could there be another spot that I missed? OH YES. This time, it's throw up. Even better.
3 P.M. Start the laundry full of diarrhea-stained rags and write this email.
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It must be noted that the next day, the diarrhea stain on the carpet CAME BACK. so now we have to have the carpets professionally cleaned as well! But at least I don't think I have cancer on my arm.
Many of you have already read this. A few of you recommended this is a blog entry, so here we go. This is a story of my first day off ever -- happened to be right before Christmas. I had planned this day off for a whole month leading up to it.
3:30 a.m. - wake up to check on baby and discover two disgusting diarrhea spots on carpet that I just spent $100 to have cleaned one month ago. Yell at both dogs (we are watching the neighbor's dog) and send them outside - where I discover the culprit is our dog. Apologize to neighbor's dog. Wake up husband to help with clean up as I need to feed my son - get backlash (b/c who wants to wake up with a wife telling you that you have to clean up diarrhea at 3:30 a.m.), but eventually he helps which is key b/c I am gagging from the smell.
6:30 a.m. - wake up early b/c my child is awake early. Diarrhea smell still rancid.
8 a.m. - discover the "bite" on my arm that I got a month ago is still there and throbbing, red and raised. Scared its cancer, I make an appt. with the dermatologist. drive baby to daycare.
8:30 a.m. - pick up rental for wet vac to clean carpets and hopefully rid our home of the most foul smell ever.
9 a.m. - arrive home to get going when I remember I have work to do b/c promised a colleague I'd help with a project - instantly regret that decision. Begin work while still inhaling disgusting crap smell.
10 a.m. - begin vacc-ing up house.
11:15 a.m. - go to doctor to find out that she "thinks" its a cyst but "she's been wrong before." Wait a few more weeks to see if its cancer. Lovely.
12 p.m. - stop by Del Taco drive through so I can insert nourishment into my body quickly and efficiently so that I may continue through the day. Eat meal in car in front of Steinmart. Go into Steinmart to buy all the daycare people "gifts" b/c apparently we don't pay them enough as it is (but inside I know our money doesn't go to the caregivers who make squat).
1:30 p.m. - pick up my baby from daycare to find out he's slept a total of 30 MINUTES the entire day of which he woke 7 hours ago. Rush home to put him to bed for a nap. Knowing that if he does not sleep for a nap, he will certainly not sleep at NIGHT!
2 p.m. - Arrive home to FIND 2 NEW diarreah spots - one the instant I open the door. Again, a flood of foul, foul, smell. After immediately putting dogs outside (they are banned from the house at this point), and then proceeding to step over the diarrhea so I can put my baby to sleep (which he fights me on b/c he's overtired of course), I finally get a chance to clean the spots. Gagging the whole time, I get that accomplished. However the house continues to REEK of crap. Hmmm. could there be another spot that I missed? OH YES. This time, it's throw up. Even better.
3 P.M. Start the laundry full of diarrhea-stained rags and write this email.
*******************
It must be noted that the next day, the diarrhea stain on the carpet CAME BACK. so now we have to have the carpets professionally cleaned as well! But at least I don't think I have cancer on my arm.
Monday, December 22, 2008
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