Here’s How You Know You’re An Adult…

So what else can we do to our house? We already painted it, put a new roof on, replaced not only the furnace but also the water heater, remodeled the main floor, oh and completely re-landscaped the back yard. So here we are thinking that these costly (Hey let’s upgrade everything that breaks!) repairs are at the tail end. Laugh with me peeps, it’s about to get ugly.

Friday – Have electrician come out to check out why the power stopped working on one wall and why the radon mitigation fan (don’t know why we have it, no one else in the area does) doesn’t work, plus check out putting in some outlets and lights in the garage for J’s workbench. Electrician notices that the box that is on the house is grossly undersized and that he usually sees them on one bedroom apartments.

Not a One Bedroom Apartment

So I’m all “Let’s upgrade” and J’s all “That’s a lot of money” and then the electrician finds the problem. The outlet behind the couch shorted out, burned, managed not to catch the house on fire, and NEVER tripped the breaker. J told the nice electrician “See that face? I just lost my choice in this matter.”

Saturday – Wake up. O is coughing like crazy and it is apparent after a night of having to get up with him that he’s sick enough to go to the doc. Go to said doc. Get steroids. Joke that said steroids are causing our child to be huge and have “The ‘Roid Rage”. Explain to doc that we are joking and know that this type doesn’t cause it. Spend next day trying to help poor O sleep, eat, keep the snot off of everything and generally comfort him. He doesn’t want Daddy. He wants Mommy. Now. J cooks dinner (Would you like a fried egg, sloppy joes, waffles, or pancakes?). O attempts to sleep after the steroid and meds, it’s a little better. J sleeps in O’s room while I sleep in our room. He gives up at 3 AM and we switch. I try sleeping on the floor in the sleeping bag J had set out, then realize after 45 uncomfortable minutes two things: We have an awesome leather recliner in that room and I’m sleeping in it and I am not as young as I used to be. I make it through the rest of the night in the recliner.

Sunday – Begin day two of total hell trying to get O rested and feeling a little better. Alternate between PMS and exhaustion from bouncing a 20lb 7 month old who doesn’t want to be held by anyone other than me. Make it to early evening and send J out for food for today and tomorrow. While J is at the store feed O and try to give him the next steroid (It’s as needed). Now these pills are bitter so I’m trying to hide them in his food. I made the food too watery and they dissolved in his mouth. He proceeds to vomit all over. I honestly had no idea that one child could have that much in his tummy. I then did the only thing I could. I cleaned him up and snuggled him as much as he would let me and then gave him a bottle. He ate and seemed to feel better (WIN!) so I put him to bed with the humidifier running. J came home with the goods and we ate, then decided to take a shower. J got in. I got in. J stepped back to the far side of the tub and CRACK!. He looked at me and I asked what had hit him. He just told me to turn the water off because his foot had gone through the tub. We begin the remodel of the master bath and master bedroom soon.

Being an adult and all that jazz just isn’t what I imagined when I was 15 shopping through the JC Penney catalog picking out stuff for my house when I was older. I think then I thought everything would be about $10K. Ha ha.

On the flip side I did get quite a laugh out of telling my fit husband “Oh nice one tubby.” Which I thought was very clever considering he broke the tub. Also we’ve been meaning to get to that room and hadn’t yet so it’s a good excuse to dive in. I’ll post pictures as we go.

In News of Supreme Cuteness known as O he is now crawling everywhere and babbling consonant strings. We’ve heard a Dada and a Mama and even a Hi Dada! I know he doesn’t know what he’s saying yet but it’s cute. The other day I was wrestling him trying to change him and all of a sudden he shouted “H I J K!” to which I responded “L M N O”. He looked at me really weird but it gave me enough time to get that diaper back on. He’s feeling better and looking better today and is back to his bubbly self. That kid is pure sunshine.