Rough Couple of Weeks

Yeah, so I haven't been posting.
Why?
Well, I've been reeeeaaaallllly busy.
I've been subbing in Pre-K:

Yes, they're totally cute and busy.
These are busy people.
Well, Pre-K ends at 3:00.
I see them off then run to the camp office:

I was asked to work in the camp office until the end of school.
I LOVE camp so I was glad to help out.
I get to give tours, interview counselors, sign people up.
It's a busy place.
The next day, back to Pre-K:

Did I mention these are busy little people?
How can 13 little people go in 144 directions??
Well, then back to the camp office:

So I'm back and forth for a week and a half
and now something on my back hurts:

Odd, nothing there, but it really hurts, like a bite or something.
So yeah we have Pre-K and camp and don't forget
baseball. Dylan had a school game, away and I'm chaperone:

Dylan is having a catch. The other kid throws him the ball, and just
as he does, Dylan sneezes. Now who can sneeze with their eyes open?

Yup, hits him right smack in the eye.

His eye is ok and his nose is not broken. Thank God.

Ok, back to Pre-K:

Man, they are busy and they never stop, how can 4 year olds
move around and yell so much and why does my back still feel like
someone is poking me with matches! It hurts!

Get home, now my back itches, let me take a look:

What the heck is THAT?
Go to doctor.
Guess what:

I thought only old people get shingles. I won't be old until August.
Doc asks me if I've been under any stress lately.
HA!

Ow. It's really painful.

4 Year Olds

This was the conversation at
my lunch table yesterday, between
me and three 4 year olds.

ME: I have a son here at school.
AMY: What's his name?
ME: Why don't you guess.
ALL: Yeah!!!!
ME: His name starts with the letter D.
AMY: Dinosaur?
ME: Close, but no.
SUSIE: Steve?
ME: No.
JIMMY: Dylan?
ME: Yup.

In three tries they went from Dinosaur to Dylan.
Not bad.

Hectic

I originally called this post "Crazy", but
hectic is more like it.

I've been subbing in Pre-K.
4 year olds.
13 of them.
Love them.
EXHAUSTING!
...and they don't listen.
They just don't seem to hear me.
I hear me.
The other teachers hear me yelling on
the playground, but the kids -
they don't hear me.
Maybe it's a language thing?
Maybe I need to brush up on my
4 year old speak.
"You're not my friend anymore."
"You can't come to my party."
"That's MINE."
"He hit me."
"He hit me first!"
"Gimme!"
"I didn't do it."
"She's lying!"
"It's MY turn!"
"I'm line leader!"


Yeah, I'll practice today.
("She's lying!")

Little League

Curly Girl vs. The Duvet

My mother decided to change the colors in her bedroom
and gave us her beautiful duvet.
It's gorgeous crisp cotton with tiny embroidered
flowers and leaves. Love it.



We have a fab, king size down comforter.
It's huge.


So, here I am surrounded by
tons of fabric and down.

So first I try to spread out the comforter:

Then I try to lay out the duvet:

.....and I try.....

.....and I try!

Then I fight with both, working up quite a sweat.

Finally.....SUCCESS (after about 45 minutes!)

.....then I passed out.

The Lady's Doctor

So, yesterday I had a doctor's appt.

There were 2 doctors in the practice, mine retired.
For some reason, I decided to go to a new practice.
Then decided to return to this practice which I had been
going to for close to 20 years.
So in I walk.

Hmmmm........

At first I thought, "wow, look at all those
supportive husbands".
Then I decided to go up to that frosted glass sliding window.
You know the one...where the office workers think they're hiding
but we can see them, but they still refuse to slide open the window
for at least 5 minutes.
So I take one of the business cards

....and this is what it said:


Yikes! I'm in the wrong place.
Wait a minute.
I'M IN THE WRONG PLACE!

So I call the office - wherever it is - on my orange iPhone.
(I love my phone)

I very politely explained that I am an "old returning" patient and
I'm at the old office.
The ding dong on the other end starts berating me:
"Why didn't you ask if we moved??"
What?!
She went on and on that if I hadn't been there in a while, I should
have asked where they were located.
I told her I never thought to because the phone number was the same.
She goes on to say I still should have asked.

Well.......
I may have raised my voice a bit

and said: "Look, I should have been there 5 minutes ago.
Just tell me where you are."
She tried to go on but I cut her off,
"JUST TELL ME WHERE YOU ARE!"
Jeez!
(I knew better than to ask her to tell me where to go)

Ikea

So yesterday Dylan and I went to



I am not a big fan.
Yes, I guess they have some cool stuff
but you must admit, they also have some
..........crap.

However, we did purchase this for Dylan
a couple of months ago:


I REALLY like it.
It's made of REAL wood.
I like the homey country look.
I like it so much that I wanted one.
I need a new dresser.
I thought it came in yellow.
No.
but THIS comes in yellow:

I like it a lot,but do I want my clothes on display??
So I decided to get the chest of drawers in white.
HOWEVER...
I did not see the white until we went to pick up the boxes.

Not what I expected.
I think it looks like laminate.
Do you think I could make it work with cute drawer pulls?

Anyway, I have to think about it.
Since we didn't buy anything but had a cart with us,
I let Dylan race around:



Usually, I would NEVER let him do that, but no one
was around, he wouldn't get into trouble and I was standing
right there......and so was some Ikea guy, whom I had failed to notice.
The rides came to a quick end.

...but he had fun.

Vacation at Home

No, we didn't go away for spring break.
We're home.
I'm cleaning and running errands.
Dylan is putting up with me.
Today we're going shopping and
tomorrow is a visit to the OBGYN.
Needless to say - he's thrilled.
"I have to sit in the waiting room
at the LADY'S DOCTOR??!!!!!"
"UGH!!!"
"I'll love you a thousand times more
than you love me if you don't make me
go to the Lady's Doctor."

Ok.
Maybe I'll call Grandpa and see if he
wants some company tomorrow.

Anyway, here are some pics of my boy and
a giant icicle he found this winter.
This is what I have to deal with.