My downstairs floor is nasty. It seems like no matter how careful I am, there are always crumbs EVERYWHERE. I guess having two kids and a husband doesn’t help, but I do not recall our floor at the old house ever getting this crumby. I was also dumb enough to buy black kitchen mats which show off dirt like it’s an object d’art. What was I thinking? We’re having an event at our house in May, I feel like I should start preparing now..and make everyone eat in the garage until then.
I thought I was supposed to have a doctor’s appointment today in Wake Forest. I scheduled our entire day around this alleged appointment. As I was making the boys their sandwiches, I glanced at the calendar – it said my appointment was at 2 pm. I looked at the clock: 1:40 pm. Oops. I would have sworn under oath it was at 3 pm. I emailed and called my doctor, frantic, because I hate missing commitments I’ve made. He called back about 2:20 and said “Well, you’re not late, you appointment isn’t until next Monday.” So not only did I have the time wrong, but the entire date. At least I’m not late!
Henry is getting a filling re-filled on Wednesday. He’s getting some valium ahead of time, and Dave is taking him to the dentist. The dentist told us that we’re going to have to watch Henry like a hawk after he takes it, that he may fall over and hit his head. I’ve had valium, it didn’t do this to me. How much are they giving him? I called them today and gave them his weight so it’s not like they’re guessing. I’m picturing Henry showing up at the office in his bike helmet. The dentist made it sound so serious and dire that not only did I question if this was a wise move (“let’s get him HAMMERED, he won’t remember a thing!!”) but scared me into asking Dave to chaperone Henry’s uncontrollable head. Rhys and I will stay home and arrange pillows for him, so there’s nothing hard he can bang his noggin on.
I think I shall nap. I’ve had a grueling day of laundry, park-going and being wrong. That’s a heavy load for a woman in my delicate condition.
