I’m having a day, and it started yesterday

So the boys and I were out getting the garden set up yesterday and it’s so fricken hot that I not only getting sweat dripping off my forehead onto my sunglasses, cause I’m bent over, I’m also getting a river of sweat between my boobages.  Gross.  I go and put on this really cute nursing tank top I got at Target the other week so I’m not so hot.  It’s one of those things I can wear at home and around VERY good friends, but not in public really, that’s what my Motherwear tops are for.  This tank just has too much showing when I unclip.  Not that I care, but on occasion I like to not make everyone around me uncomfortable.  (Note to self – save this top to wear in public when I’m in a mood to make most people around me feel uncomfortable, like perhaps at one of those stupid political things or something.  Now that’d be fun…)

Ahhh, much better.  We finish the garden, I bust the cheap cooler that I planted my seeds in, and I get out the hose to give everyone’s dirt a good drink cause it’s not supposed to rain until way later on.  The boys want to play in the hose, so I let them get their trunks on and play for like 20 minutes, cause they don’t have sunscreen on and I don’t really want to mess with it.

We go inside, I fix lunch and everyone but me and Chris take a nap cause somehow time totally got away from us the night before and it was like 10:30 before we were tucking them all in.  Oops.  Chris finally falls asleep around 4, so I’m thinking maybe I can get in an hour or so.  Nope.  Couldn’t fall asleep for some reason.

I get up, hear thunder, and we start putting away the dirt bags we didn’t use and the other stuff, and then Patrick notices there’s still clothes hung up outside, so we get those down, and all put away before the deluge starts.  We get an enormous amount of rain for like 20 or 30 minutes, then clear and sunny.  I go outside cause I’ve never seen our backyard that flooded before.  The boys see me outside and they want to come out too, and you can’t resist walking around in that for a minute.  And there’s an amazing rainbow.

I start supper (nachos), the boys eat, and I let them put their trunks on again and go out there and run around in the grass and water.  Someone (I’m betting on Russ) thought it’d be a good idea to have a grass fight, using the huge clumps of grass that have been marinating in the standing water by the playset for about a week now.  Double gross.  I hose most of it off them, but they still need to go wash out their uh, let’s say backsides afterwards.  Fun times.  I had everyone in bed by around 9 or so, after I had David help me put aloe on my back.

Yep.  I got burned.  Drank plenty yesterday though, so at least that wasn’t a problem.  And I’m just wearing the same tank top today, cause I think it’ll hurt to shower and I’m lazy.  So last night I’m working on the socks I’m thinking about for the fair, the ones I’ve told myself I should finish before I start the nagini ones.  I’m almost done with the leg on the first one.  It’s a great cabley pattern.  So, I’m knitting away, and I stop to admire my work and noticed there, right at the top of the heel on the backside is a cable crossed the wrong way.  (insert crying here)

Remember the great fair sock debaucle of 2009?  Short version – I picked out a cabley sock pattern and jojoland yarn to knit it up.  Started top down and when I was almost to the toe I noticed a miscrossed cable waaaaaaaaaaaaay up near the top.  Decided I really liked toe up’s anyway, and started a new pair leaving the bad sock to sit in time out.  Don’t know how far I got with the new sock, and noticed another miscrossed cable.  Chalked it up to being pregnant, frogged it and crocheted a diagonal potholder.  And gave up on the fair.

I think I may be cursed.  I love the pattern, love the yarn, but obviously these are not for the fair.  Perhaps Nagini will like the fair.

Oh, and this morning, David comes to me with a rash like thing on his back and upper arms.  I think it’s hives from that marinating grass fight they had yesterday.  I give him benadryl to drink and rub gold bond itch cream on his back.  We’ll try baking soda or oatmeal baths later on if it’s bothering him real bad.  Patrick has a little on his back too, and it’s on Russ’s legs.

And Chris must have translated my typing, figured out I wanted to wear this shirt again today, and when I stopped somewhere during the typing out of the fair thing to pick him up cause he was fussing, he spit up down my left boob.

Did I mention I don’t get to go to knitnight cause Steve has a rehearsal dinner?  And I’ll be herding the boys at the wedding on Sat at 4?  And that Sat is WWKIP day and I sort of want to try to do this sock knitting picture scavenger hunt?  Oh, and it’s gonna be like 92 on Sat?  Oh, and Steve’s tux for the wedding was, gulp, $150?

I’m trying to focus on the positive here.  I did finish knitting up my Amaizing tank , and although it fits, it’s rather tight in the boobage area.  I’m hoping that’s just cause I’m nursing and it’ll fit when I’m not.  No one’s sick right now, aside from allergies, and we’re getting ready to go up to visit my dad for his 70th birthday.  The boys and I will be dyeing some more yarn up there for Christopher’s baby blanket, and I’m going to try to convince Steve to do one hank.  I’m really looking forward to dyeing with my sister, and she’s ordering some yarn to have up there.  I’m ordering some as well, and just having it shipped directly to her so I don’t have to pack it.  Steve actually is going to get to go with us this trip, which means he’ll drive and I can possibly sit and knit!  Maybe I can even start some new socks for the fair!  Yeah, and maybe monkey’s will fly out of my butt!

I think I may lock myself in my bedroom today with Christopher and watch Cats and Goonies.

Right after I put in that knitpicks order…

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1 Response to “I’m having a day, and it started yesterday”


  1. 1 Patti June 17, 2010 at 4:57 pm

    What a couple of days. Whew, just sweated reading about you and the boys in the sun! Itched, too.

    You won’t be at BCWS? Bummer, I was going to tell you about planning on going to the yarn shop you told me about and surprising you with a crochet hook. Only problem, we were on the bus for over 2 1/2 hours trying to get from the Field Museum to our hotel (usually a 15-20 minute drive)that afternoon. Didn’t make it. But, what a fun time being in Chicago while they were celebrating the Blackhawk win, and the blues festival was going on, too.

    You have fun. I do like your hometown!


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