Slowing Down for Saturday

It’s a nice thought isn’t it? I would be slowing down because I haven’t gotten the rest of my project yet which is fine. I did the last two I got yesterday last night and will check in and out today for more to finish it up and get paid. In the meantime I focus on cleaning areas of my home that get neglected during the week because they need a thorough spring cleaning. It’s supposed to rain so there won’t be any work done outside for fear of having to turn around and redo what was done.

I have laundry that gets to hang on the indoor line to prevent having to run out in the rain and risk breaking my neck to get it in during the rain. My carpet is getting cleaning with vinegar water and a rag (I failed to replace my mop). Actually I got irritated that the mop head I wanted wasn’t in the store, a cheap sponge mop was $1.50 (doesn’t work well for my purposes) and those Mr. Clean Mop refills at $5 a refill were all they had in stock. Lovely, lovely I do so love to watch the mop wear down before my eyes but I guess at least then you never use it past its prime. I should have picked up a pack of sponges to do my floor with since I prefer to do it on my hands and knees anyway.

So as I go back and forth from my screen and housekeeping this morning I will have a million things going at once. My dishes are soaking in a sink full of soapy water right now to make sure all the food that was stuck to them comes off. I need to buy a dishwasher since I’m the only one that appears to know that it’s not my job to clean everything. Of course it’s not the first time I’ve been here, it’s always my fault if things aren’t clean the way they should be in the sexist minds that surround me.

I would also need to remember that my towels need more air when they dry to prevent them from souring. Yuck! Another thing to remember in the future is that while the relatively new dish liquid from Gain works well, it has an overwhelming perfume smell from it. Yet, another thing that gives me a headache.

OK off to eat breakfast before I forget all together.

Multitasking means something gets forgotten

Why do we insist on doing a million things at once?

Easy, everyday we are bombarded with images of unrealistic situations where people run around and do everything in an hour. Monday morning I managed get my laundry down to fold before I had to get my child up and send her directly to the bathtub. We managed to make it quick despite the fact she’d live in the tub if she could. Then we managed somehow to get her dressed and she even ate despite being programmed to walk out the door the minute her shoes were on. Of course she picked out her brown coat with the leopard print on the cuffs, pockets and in the hood. Then true to form I have to brush her hair standing beside the road, never mind the fact that it’s freezing cold and sprinkling rain. The first thing she did was step deliberately into the water puddle I had just carried her over and went to school with a wet shoe. By the time the bus got to us I was holding her in my coat because the wind was cutting through me.

Nothing was accomplished while she was at school. 

I did a load of laundry consisting of random clothes,  another load with her comforter and yet another with her blanket and pillows. I managed to do the dishes and drink two pots of coffee. Then I spent the day starting a hub I have yet to finish and attempting to find the number for the clerks office to verify my filing fees. Whether or not testimony can be written or has to be given before the judge is something else I need to know.  There is no one competent enough to watch my child. This could be an issue.

I still need to verify my filing fees and it’s like the clerks office number is hiding from me.

It’ll be all right.

I know it’ll work out. I’ll get it filed and get my Rodeo replaced without something smaller that my nerves aren’t too shot to drive. I also forgot to call someone to come out and see if they could fix my well. I needed to price having a manual pump put in too, just in case….OK I need to work now, but I will be back later to ramble on some more.

 

I Got More Done Alone

OK so far the whole concept of getting done with this project early in order to get paid is not going well at all. I find myself being constantly interrupted by people that only want to chit chat or have me help them…..The concept of busy is obviously one they do not get and my stress level, along with my temper are close to going over the boiling point.

I am behind in every aspect. While my current deadline is still five days away I actually needed to finish this project about five days ago in order to be paid in time to take care of what I needed it to. Oh well, I’ll learn to turn everything off and block the driveway one day. At the moment I would be running back and forth from taking care of the house to my computer to ensure that I get everything done properly.

I have a ton of laundry to do, floors to clean, bills to pay and well you know the list is never ending but I still try to narrow it down to a list. I have done a million things today and only one of them so far has been work related. I got the dishes done, a load of laundry and even put most of what had already been washed away. I’m in the middle of cleaning the coffee pot but my biggest accomplishment had to be getting the stains out of the tea pitcher. I have finally gotten to the last of three articles that I have to write today in order to finish this project up and get paid.

It is mid September and I just read where someone was asking if they were the only ones working on Christmas articles. I hadn’t even begun to think about Christmas but it is a good idea. I have to write some of them now so my income goes up when the season gets here to recover from it more easily. I have two daughters with birthdays in December. I think I will begin working on those as soon as I finish this last article for my project.

I still more cleaning to do but it’s best done after everyone else is in bed. One more article, a little one on one therapy time with the kiddo, feed her and put her to bed. Then I get a little me time before it’s back to work. I’m on a roll and the best part is that I’ve done all this alone today which means that once I find a place to move and it’s just the two of us life will be a lot less stressful than it is now.

The Weekend is Here!

I love it when we have a morning speech appointment that means I get to end my day sooner and get back to work. Now I Today though I’ll be getting to the laundry to ensure that it and my dishes are all caught up. I have to hang the clothes in the back since the grass isn’t cut and I’m hoping that it’s going to get cold very soon.

I have decided that no matter how hot or cold it is I won’t be going to the stores in the middle of the night for anything any more. I decided that watching a news report earlier in the week, some lady had her purse stolen in the Wal-Mart parking lot while loading her bags in broad daylight. I can’t afford anything to get stolen. I have to keep a better eye on things and stop going to the store by myself with just me and Theresa. I may be getting a bit paranoid but that’s alright too. I can be paranoid if I want to be.

I never used to be paranoid, I used to go everywhere in the middle of the night just because I could. I need to be sure that with all that I have to do that I’m not trying to recover from a traumatic experience though. I have to catch up my laundry so that I can go back to what my intentions were at the start of the last school year. I was going to wash everything that I could by hand to reduce the electrical costs, cut down on our water usage and enable myself to clean out our closets without doing away with enough clothing to last us during the week. I’ve been looking at a drying rack that stands over the bathtub for some time now. I’ve also been looking at wash boards to do the laundry the way they did before the washing machine as invented. There is also this plunger looking thing that allows you to do laundry in a bucket without having to hand scrub each items.

Well, if I’m gonna do all this I really got to get a move on. So I’m gonna be going for now.

friday…………………and not much to say

Thursday we didn’t have therapy because our speech therapist was out of the office today. Theresa didn’t noticed yet since she’s caught up in her V-Reader at the moment. She’s took the time to enjoy her day off.
Lately Theresa has taken to hitting people in the face. I’m not sure why she’s doing it all the time but at times the reason is clear. She does not like people touching her things. I can’t say much about that because I don’t particularly care for it either. I’m not sure why but I’ve always found it rude when people look through people’s things without asking them first.
I was exhausted and would have loved to lie down to take a nap but I couldn’t. I managed to finish two articles yesterday morning and that was it. I managed to get my hub in the newsletter for hubpages and that’s a good thing. The traffic to that particular hub is rising and now I just have to figure out how to finish the hub that I am currently working on and find a subject for the next one.
We have speech this morning at 11:30 which is good for Theresa and good for me too. I have to stop and get laundry detergent and creamer for my coffee. I have another payout to request but I want to wait until it’s a bit higher before I do.
Oh well something tells me it’s going to be a long weekend since I cut the cable off and I have to work. There is going to be a bored child. I’ve got a big yard that unless I go cut the grass doesn’t do her any good. I’ve got my Internet that I have to use to make a living and some books that she doesn’t like to read. Wonder if I should have waited to turn off the cable especially since the channels are out in the living room at the moment. I’d love to have the antenna put back up since I’m missing channel twelve at the moment with the indoor not being strong enough.
Really need to move so I’m saving every bit of change for emergencies and attempting to get by until I can find something I like within my budget. It has to take pets because I can not get rid of my two cats. I also need to make sure I have boxed up and donated everything here that I do not need, use or want anymore so that someone that will appreciate it has it. 

friday…………………and not much to say

Thursday we didn’t have therapy because our speech therapist was out of the office today. Theresa didn’t noticed yet since she’s caught up in her V-Reader at the moment. She’s took the time to enjoy her day off.
Lately Theresa has taken to hitting people in the face. I’m not sure why she’s doing it all the time but at times the reason is clear. She does not like people touching her things. I can’t say much about that because I don’t particularly care for it either. I’m not sure why but I’ve always found it rude when people look through people’s things without asking them first.
I was exhausted and would have loved to lie down to take a nap but I couldn’t. I managed to finish two articles yesterday morning and that was it. I managed to get my hub in the newsletter for hubpages and that’s a good thing. The traffic to that particular hub is rising and now I just have to figure out how to finish the hub that I am currently working on and find a subject for the next one.
We have speech this morning at 11:30 which is good for Theresa and good for me too. I have to stop and get laundry detergent and creamer for my coffee. I have another payout to request but I want to wait until it’s a bit higher before I do.
Oh well something tells me it’s going to be a long weekend since I cut the cable off and I have to work. There is going to be a bored child. I’ve got a big yard that unless I go cut the grass doesn’t do her any good. I’ve got my Internet that I have to use to make a living and some books that she doesn’t like to read. Wonder if I should have waited to turn off the cable especially since the channels are out in the living room at the moment. I’d love to have the antenna put back up since I’m missing channel twelve at the moment with the indoor not being strong enough.
Really need to move so I’m saving every bit of change for emergencies and attempting to get by until I can find something I like within my budget. It has to take pets because I can not get rid of my two cats. I also need to make sure I have boxed up and donated everything here that I do not need, use or want anymore so that someone that will appreciate it has it. 

First day back to school and so far it doesn’t look promising

Theresa was up way past her bedtime last night because she got to take a late afternoon nap that lasted into close to the evening. She didn’t want to get out of bed this morning, and she only ate a couple bites of the cereal bar that I gave her. I managed to get her supplements in her and get her dressed only to have her supplements come up again because she was supposed to have a full stomach. Fun, huh? She got on the bus when it came because she wouldn’t come back in, it seems that she missed the pre-school and her little friends.

I made a plan for today though. First I am updating this blog where my mind wanders, editing a coupon article and searching for something new to write. This evening after therapy we will stop at the store to pick up a couple items that we need. We will also go to the grocery store to complete my list. I plan to box up a few items that no longer fit today and stack them by the door.

I also intend to add another post at Dazed and Confused and start the odds and ends page there. I have to write up a few articles and post read more links to them. Some will be mine (of course) and some will be other peoples. I think I need to move the links page and put the links on the first page but I’m not sure yet.

Well, my laundry is almost done so I can hang it out so I’ll be going. I need to at least open the pages I want to edit before it gets done so I do not lose focus.

Green Acres

That’s the marathon for today. I agree with Ava Gabor, I want Park Avenue. I just don’t want the cold weather that they get up there. I have to admit that the idea of a penthouse view is kind of nice but I doubt I’d last long if I ever got it. I don’t like having my neighbors so close and I can look in their windows.

I don’t want to live out in the middle of nowhere either, well at least not without owning most of the middle of nowhere so that I have the run of the surrounding area. I’d love to have peace and quiet to write in but you have to have something to write about.

I managed to write a total of three articles today. Birds falling from the sky and two that are waiting for review. I also accepted an offer on one about schedules and Autistic children which is now published. So all and all it was a sort of productive day.

I washed Theresa’s training pants today and they should be dry by morning. I’ll be washing another load first thing in the morning. I did the dishes and you can’t tell now. I also baked some sugar cookies that didn’t turn out very well. I’ll be doing the dishes and baking cookies that turn out right after I take a nice soak in the tub while watching Green Acres.

OK that’s all for now. I won’t be updating “Working and Saving” tonight. That can wait until after we finish with therapy tomorrow so I can get an accurate picture of what I’ll be earning and how much more I need to do in order to keep on track with earnings and expenses.

Almost 2011, doesn’t seem real

OK it’s almost 2011, just a couple weeks give or take a few days. It doesn’t actually seem real. I’m not sure it’s the numbers or the fact that I have two kids and a step kid that doesn’t seem real. Almost 18, 11 and almost 4. When did I get old? OK so I’m not old yet, I just feel old. My days run together and I spend time figuring out bills and other boring adult things.

I don’t actually like being grown up. It’s nice to spend time just sitting and watching a cartoon with the baby though. It’s rather amazing to see what she can do but confusing when you look at what she can’t do. She can spell a  bunch of words and as a general rule if she can spell it she can read it. She has memorized most of her shows so she says the lines before they do. This is rather strange.

I can’t believe it’s Sunday night and I’m watching “Gene Simmons: Family Jewels.” It’s not the fact that’s the show I’m watching that I can’t believe it’s the fact that I can’t remember when I turned into a couch potato it was so long ago.

Little bit just curled up on the couch with a couple stuffed animals. She gave them each a kiss, said ‘night night, sleep tight” and went to put them to bed on her sit and spin. It just happens to be in the coldest room in the house and didn’t give them any blankets.

I’ve got several boxes of clothing to donate boxed up and all the clothing isn’t boxed up yet. I’m down to half a drawer in Theresa’s room and the extra bed in her room is still covered in clothing that can’t be put up yet. I need to find more hangers, I know they’re in the house somewhere. I have to rearrange some of her drawers to fit more clothes in them. I have to finish cleaning her room too. I have a few dozen things around the house to donate still.

OK I’m going now. I have to review tomorrow’s schedule. I have some laundry to do tomorrow, that’s all I know for sure now.

At what age do kids learn to fake it?

O.K. so far today I managed to get the kids up, fed, dressed and given her supplements. I even got her on the school bus without having to spend too much time out in the wind. Since I put her on the bus I’ve done a load of laundry, vacuumed up most of the floor that wasn’t too big of a fight with toys and am almost done putting the Christmas tree up for her.
In my need for getting more done in a short amount of time I boiled my noodles while I was putting the tree together. I’m eating breakfast as I write this out in my word processor so that’s a simple copy and paste later today when I find the time to post it. If I’m not mistaken I get to go to the grocery store tomorrow in between appointments. First thing in the morning we have an appointment then in the afternoon we have therapy. It’s just going to get colder as the day goes on so I hope to grab a few groceries in between.
At the moment I would be watching “Flirting with forty” as I eat my breakfast and write this. Sadly enough in a few years I’ll be there and I’m closer than I like now. I have a birthday coming up in February. I don’t bother with wishes for Christmas or birthdays’ anymore; haven’t in years. I find them to be pointless as they never seem to come true unless you’re a bright eyed kid that still believes in the magic that’s supposed to be Christmas.
Personally I find Christmas to be a rather annoying holiday as the commercial feel increases. Well, I lost that thought because half way through my phone rang. It was Mrs. Heather, Theresa’s preschool teacher. She thought Theresa was constipated but she wasn’t sure. So I went to get my baby. I signed her out in the office and went toward her classroom.
On the way I saw Ms. Ward, the speech therapist for the school. Theresa had sat in her lap with her head on her shoulder not participating during therapy this morning. Theresa was also crying. No one at the school had ever seen her cry before and they were worried. Now I should mention that before I left to get her I wrote down the numbers to the clinic where her afternoon speech appointment was scheduled just in case we needed to go to the doctor. If she wasn’t feeling well she wouldn’t get anything done in therapy anyway and someone else that needed it could have her spot.
Well, Theresa got upset when she realized I was there to get her and tried to get me to go home in that frustrated toddler way she has. You know the tugging and shoving while telling you that she’ll see you later. Poor thing thought she was in trouble having to leave school a whole hour early. Finally convinced her that she wasn’t in trouble and got her coat on. She yelled “bye-bye, see you later” all the way down the hall.
We drove home in silence except for the radio and my assuring her once again she wasn’t in trouble. When we pulled in the driveway I gather up her book bag and threw my wallet in it before I got her out and wrapped my coat around her to keep the cold away. She was bright eyed. We got inside and the first thing she saw was the Christmas tree that I’d put up this morning after I put her on the school bus. She went so far into her own world that she didn’t hear me ask if she wanted to take her shoes off and take a bath.
Well, daddy took her shoes off and sent her to the bathroom where I was running her water and adding the Epsom salt to help with the constipation. The plot thickens; she pulled all her toys into the tub while I tried to bathe her and was happily playing as I washed her hair. I let her sit in the tub for a while to let the Epsom salt soak into her skin. When I got her out as I was drying her off she told me what clothes she needed and that she wanted to “eat pop tart” I told her we didn’t have any and asked if she wanted toast. I had also asked her if she wanted juice and she told me milk. OK I’m drying her hair and she runs off to find a toy.
She got her toast and juice which she ate fine. Well, after she got upset because the pair of training pants I put on her leaked in the floor. I put extra protection in them once I got her off the potty and changed. Since then she’s watched and episode of Caillou and is watching her second Scooby Doo. She’s smiling until you look directly at her. At the moment she’s laying on the couch bright eyed and looking a bit tired. I think she wants a nap.
I also think that my innocent looking baby just sucked me into an afternoon of cartoons. Exactly what age do they learn to fake sick again? She’s a smart little kid, it wouldn’t be surprising. We’re going to wait and see if she has to go to the doctor. We’ll give it a day and do everything they’ll ask about first then we’ll go to our morning appointment, squeeze in the doctor if need be, grab a few groceries and then take her to speech because two days in a row of missing it will make her mad.
OK I’m off to check on my not so sick, sick baby. I may just try to get some work done since we don’t have speech. First the dishes are calling me rather loudly.
O.K. so far today I managed to get the kids up, fed, dressed and given her supplements. I even got her on the school bus without having to spend too much time out in the wind. Since I put her on the bus I’ve done a load of laundry, vacuumed up most of the floor that wasn’t too big of a fight with toys and am almost done putting the Christmas tree up for her.
In my need for getting more done in a short amount of time I boiled my noodles while I was putting the tree together. I’m eating breakfast as I write this out in my word processor so that’s a simple copy and paste later today when I find the time to post it. If I’m not mistaken I get to go to the grocery store tomorrow in between appointments. First thing in the morning we have an appointment then in the afternoon we have therapy. It’s just going to get colder as the day goes on so I hope to grab a few groceries in between.
At the moment I would be watching “Flirting with forty” as I eat my breakfast and write this. Sadly enough in a few years I’ll be there and I’m closer than I like now. I have a birthday coming up in February. I don’t bother with wishes for Christmas or birthdays’ anymore; haven’t in years. I find them to be pointless as they never seem to come true unless you’re a bright eyed kid that still believes in the magic that’s supposed to be Christmas.
Personally I find Christmas to be a rather annoying holiday as the commercial feel increases. Well, I lost that thought because half way through my phone rang. It was Mrs. Heather, Theresa’s preschool teacher. She thought Theresa was constipated but she wasn’t sure. So I went to get my baby. I signed her out in the office and went toward her classroom.
On the way I saw Ms. Ward, the speech therapist for the school. Theresa had sat in her lap with her head on her shoulder not participating during therapy this morning. Theresa was also crying. No one at the school had ever seen her cry before and they were worried. Now I should mention that before I left to get her I wrote down the numbers to the clinic where her afternoon speech appointment was scheduled just in case we needed to go to the doctor. If she wasn’t feeling well she wouldn’t get anything done in therapy anyway and someone else that needed it could have her spot.
Well, Theresa got upset when she realized I was there to get her and tried to get me to go home in that frustrated toddler way she has. You know the tugging and shoving while telling you that she’ll see you later. Poor thing thought she was in trouble having to leave school a whole hour early. Finally convinced her that she wasn’t in trouble and got her coat on. She yelled “bye-bye, see you later” all the way down the hall.
We drove home in silence except for the radio and my assuring her once again she wasn’t in trouble. When we pulled in the driveway I gather up her book bag and threw my wallet in it before I got her out and wrapped my coat around her to keep the cold away. She was bright eyed. We got inside and the first thing she saw was the Christmas tree that I’d put up this morning after I put her on the school bus. She went so far into her own world that she didn’t hear me ask if she wanted to take her shoes off and take a bath.
Well, daddy took her shoes off and sent her to the bathroom where I was running her water and adding the Epsom salt to help with the constipation. The plot thickens; she pulled all her toys into the tub while I tried to bathe her and was happily playing as I washed her hair. I let her sit in the tub for a while to let the Epsom salt soak into her skin. When I got her out as I was drying her off she told me what clothes she needed and that she wanted to “eat pop tart” I told her we didn’t have any and asked if she wanted toast. I had also asked her if she wanted juice and she told me milk. OK I’m drying her hair and she runs off to find a toy.
She got her toast and juice which she ate fine. Well, after she got upset because the pair of training pants I put on her leaked in the floor. I put extra protection in them once I got her off the potty and changed. Since then she’s watched and episode of Caillou and is watching her second Scooby Doo. She’s smiling until you look directly at her. At the moment she’s laying on the couch bright eyed and looking a bit tired. I think she wants a nap.
I also think that my innocent looking baby just sucked me into an afternoon of cartoons. Exactly what age do they learn to fake sick again? She’s a smart little kid, it wouldn’t be surprising. We’re going to wait and see if she has to go to the doctor. We’ll give it a day and do everything they’ll ask about first then we’ll go to our morning appointment, squeeze in the doctor if need be, grab a few groceries and then take her to speech because two days in a row of missing it will make her mad.
OK I’m off to check on my not so sick, sick baby. I may just try to get some work done since we don’t have speech. First the dishes are calling me rather loudly.