Apr 11, 2018


Today is just one of those when I can't get it together.  I woke up early to work so I could get to jazz, but I was still late.  Then some lady had taken over my spot (and in fact, all the surrounding spots), yet was completely off and didn't move around the floor much, causing me to constantly trip over fear of running her over.


Then, I called the pediatrician because T has been fussy and not eating much, plus had white poops.  This is day 3, and I made the tremendous mistake of googling it.  So off to the pediatrician we go this afternoon.  BUT, they asked me to get a diaper with some of stool in question.  I emptied the diaper pail, so I had to go digging through the trash (and mountains of DISGUSTING diapers) to find one with the said white poop.  It was awesome.

It's a good thing that he is a precious doll baby.

In positive news, yesterday I worked early and late in order to work in my yard during the day.  It was sunny, and I had new loppers.  It was time to go to town on the privet that invades everything, my rosebushes, and my yew.

 It's hard to tell but this pile comes up past my waist.

I finally came to a stopping point, scratched, sweaty and exhausted.  Just then, the BRUSH TRUCK pulled up!
I was just thrilled to pieces.  Especially, since I managed to get a photo to show Morgan (and the world), how much I had accomplished before it was swept away!

Also, I am reading a fun read from the library.  "The Windfall"  by Diksha Basu

Here's the blurb-

"For the past thirty years, Mr. and Mrs. Jha’s lives have been defined by cramped spaces, cut corners, gossipy neighbors, and the small dramas of stolen yoga pants and stale marriages. They thought they’d settled comfortably into their golden years, pleased with their son’s acceptance into an American business school. But then Mr. Jha comes into an enormous and unexpected sum of money, and moves his wife from their housing complex in East Delhi to the super-rich side of town, where he becomes eager to fit in as a man of status: skinny ties, hired guards, shoe-polishing machines, and all.

The move sets off a chain of events that rock their neighbors, their marriage, and their son, who is struggling to keep a lid on his romantic dilemmas and slipping grades, and brings unintended consequences, ultimately forcing the Jha family to reckon with what really matters."

I just want to go back to bed or take a hot bath and read my book.  Instead I'm off to the doctor with 3 kids in tow and some dirty diapers.