MOAB

I’ve been reading over at Kate’s blog. She’s attempting to get organized having seen another blogger’s success. I wish her luck. I’ve just about given up at this late date. lol

In the past at my other blog, Explicitly Ambiguous, I have mentioned my closet from hell. The walk in closet in our bedroom. It’s the catch-all closet. If I want to hide it, need a place to shove it, or don’t want to see it… it goes in there. I’ve had bursts of doing something about it and have done something about it but damn the thing has a life of it’s own. Okay, I GIVE it a life of it’s own. The whole apartment is that way to some extent. I like order. I crave order. But once things get organized things start to slide and I throw up my hands. I guess I need to come to terms with the idea that it’s not ever going to stay organized unless I put my head down and do it everyday. There’s a depressing thought!

DH has declared recently that he will attempt to slay the dragons in the child’s room. I don’t want to walk into the kid’s room. It scares me. Seriously. DH is braver than I am.

After the reading I did tonight I do know one thing. I’ve read all the plans, organization schemes, etc and none of them are going to work for me. I need to come up with something of my own. Backing a garbage truck up to the windows and shoveling it all in might work… but it’s not plausible.

I’m going to try. I feel that I need to do something. But I’m going to try and remember something that happened to my Grandmother. She was a very young woman with five little kids. She tried so hard to do everything that she felt she needed to do that she nearly killed herself. She had a heart condition. Her Doctor told her to stop it. To do what she could… and be there to love her children.

Her homes didn’t mourn her loss when she died. Her children did.

It went off five times.

It wasn’t because of some electrical problem.

It was because some asshole was working in the apartment next door… and kept turning our electricity on and off.

Then he left without turning it back on. Good lord….

The office waiting room was filled with people who were coughing and hacking. Told Doc the kid woke up really early and he said because they were being overrun with people with the cold and because of the kid waking up early and me being a bit tired he wouldn’t do the pap smear. Oddly enough this time the man showed that he has a sense of humor. He told me not to cry because I wasn’t having the pap.. that he was sure it was going to be the highlight of my day and I was disappointed. lol He didn’t give me a problem about not wanting to take the Cymbalta and seemed pleased that I didn’t want to take every drug known to man. He made me laugh having said something and then he said “you’d have a sense of humor too if you’d done as many pap smears as I’ve done in my career”. lol I think it helped that when he asked me if I wanted a female Doctor to do the “female stuff”, as he put it lol, I said no I was fine with him doing it. He relaxed even more after I said that.

I have no problem with him doing it. Geez. After having had 20-25 people have their hands up inside me when I had the kid and having been on the operating table (buck naked) with the doors open for all to see as they wandered down the hall to the cafeteria for dinner…

Him doing a pap smear seems kind of tame in comparison.

Or as PithedOff would say.. “To a Doctor it’s just another face in the crowd”

I hate it when I’m doing something in a browser and have a full screen of tabs and the power flickers off and comes back on.

And that session saver that’s supposedly in Firefox… sucks. Didn’t save my session.

Grrr…..

I fell asleep around 9:30 last night and slept through until around 3:45. My sleep schedule is still thrown off because of that crapassin nasty cold we had. Came into the living room and PithedOff was still awake watching Blade Runner. I think the kid has the cold now. He’s really cranky and his nose is like a dripping faucet. He also complained of a headache the other day which comes before the cold from hell. He woke up at 6:30 feeling rotten and crying, poor kid. He’s rarely sick, thank god, so he doesn’t react well to it. I’m hoping the dumbasses at the Docs don’t screw around and get me in and out so I can get back. PithedOff’s taking a nap until I wake him up before I leave. He’ll definitely need to sleep after I get back. He’s in the end stages of the cold himself so he’s still feeling like crap.

I’ve got the kid settled on the couch watching a mammoth video and I’m sitting here doodling around waiting for time to pass. I did get my hair cut yesterday (short but with longer bangs) and bought some new makeup. Good god it was expensive and I bought it at freaking Walgreens. I don’t want to know what it would have cost somewhere else.