I HATE SATURDAY. No, seriously, the day that a large percentage of the working world LIVES for *I* despise. We'll start this story at 3:30 this morning. Only 3 and a half hours into a Saturday and I already despise it. Those of you with children will understand this next statement. Oak was half up all night. He was the kind of "sleeping" that required me to be patting and holding in a binky all night long. If I stopped patting his bottom he fussed. At 3:30 I gave up and came downstairs. I did the whole diaper change, onesie change, wrap in a blanket ritual and nursed him while watching something on television (not sure even what, I must have slept through that part, lol). At 5-something I heard dh's alarm go off. He came clomping down the stairs and appeared in the doorway to the living room. He wasn't alone though. Zella was up. OMG! Please no. I lost it, started crying, making dh feel like a real jerk because there was nothing he could do. He had to get ready for work. To my astonishment there were cartoons on television already. Oak had just fallen into a good sleep and I told Zella I was going to bed. She was downstairs until about 6 when she came tromping up the stairs. She cried herself to sleep in my bed because I wouldn't nurse her. Finn got up at quarter to 7 and immediately began his impatient begging for breakfast. He woke Oak again at 7:30 so I got up again and took him downstairs so he wouldn't wake Zella. So, Finn has a gloppy nose and quite a cough. Winnie came down next and is sneezing and coughing with the nose-glop as well. Zella woke around 9 and immediately smeared herself with the glop coming from HER nose. Oiy. Oak has slept in fits for much of the morning but it's not a good, hard sleep, it's that fuss, fuss, wiggle with the eyes closed sleep.
To make the day extra special, I have a UTI. At least, I'm thinking so. A conversation with the midwife yesterday included warnings of needing to take it easy. The next person who says that is getting slimed with nose glop because every time somebody says that things get WORSE and more chaotic. It's possible I could talk my MIL into helping me today but she worked the last 2 days and is likely exhausted. I don't wanna do that to her.
Oh, did I mention that we have $17 in the bank. This is for the entire month of May. Well, there's a paycheck dh will pick up today but it's only 20 hours of work since it included the weekend Oak was born. With gas at $3/gallon we're hurting. Our IRS refund is being held because I didn't include a W-2. How I managed that I don't know but we have to wait for the letter from them, mail the W-2 in, wait who knows how long for them to cut the check, etc... . We're hoping to recover our deductible from the accident in November but the mediation isn't until the 17th so I'm not counting on that money helping us out this month. Don't tell the kids, but I'm emptying their piggy banks and cashing them in for groceries, lol.
Speaking of, I've challenged myself to make a pantry-blasting menu. Since we visit the food pantry we end up with piles of random stuff with which to create meals. I'd like to use up a good amount of that random stuff but do it so I don't feel like we're being deprived of real food. Pinto beans, rice, instant potatoes, pasta... . We've got food, I just need to use it up. That $17 will be to supplement the menu with things like eggs, which we're out of, and other staples.
On a positive note, we couldn't have found a better time to apply for Y assistance, lol. Having basically no income means the kids can actually qualify to go to summer camp, take swim lessons, etc... . I'm so excited for them. Plus, them being in camp means *I* can start back up with caring for Granny once/week and bring in a little bit of spending cash. Woo-hoo! It's stopped raining so I expect at least Finn to be out most of the day. After calling the midwife due to increased bleeding and a weird feeling in my gut, the bleeding and clot passing (TMI, sorry) essentially disappeared again. I'm wearing a bandanna on my head, this gives me pleasure, not sure why, but I do feel good. The sheets on the beds need changed but there are clean ones to put on so that's nifty. Zella drew on herself with Sharpie marker last night but it mostly came off with baby soap and a washcloth. So there's some happiness to end this blog. Keep thinking sunshine and rainbows for me, will ya?
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