Wednesday, August 22, 2007

I got the fever...

Seven birthdays down... two more to go. At least they are on the same day!!

I always thought twins were pretty cool. NEVER in a million years thought I would have my very own. In fact, when The Good Doc did the untra-sound and said there she is... OH and theres "The Other One..." I thought he was teasing.

NOPE. It was a two-fer. No history on either side, so SURPRISE!! And I have no idea if they are identical. They look alike, and are often called by each others names- but as for identical? I don't know. Don't really care. They look like sisters. But then again ALL of the little blonde monkees look like they are related. Or something. I wonder why? :)

Any way... Their Birthday isn't for a few more weeks. So I have plenty of time to sit and wait and do nothing in the way of planning until like the day (or the hour) before the cake hits the table.

But I feel like I am doing the military "hurry up and wait" thing all over again. I didn't like it so much before- and now that I am military-spouse free... (Even if the Navy wants me!) the ole Hurry Up and Wait is more than a little tired.

Hurry Up and sign up for classes, and then Wait so long for them to start you can barely remember what you signed up for in the first place.

Hurry Up and pick out what light fixture you want in the bathroom... just so you can order it and Wait for 6 weeks. Or more. Probably more.

RUN, dragging a herd of children behind you, to the nearest possible bathroom (which is on the OTHER side of the super Wally World) because the kid HAS TO PEE NOW!!!! just to get there, drop trou and wait. FOR NOTHING. 'Cause he can't go with everyone waiting for him.

Other than the Hurry and Wait Syndrome that has taken over my life... there is also the To-Do List Infection. It just keeps spreading. Like a really awful rash. I bet I am not the only one either. Its an epidemic. Mark something off your list... and before you can even feel like you accomplished anything- you realize that your list has some how gotten LONGER rather than shorter. Damn, now I am itchy too.

And there is no cure.

With the Syndrome, and the Infection- everything else seems even worse. You try and take things one step at a time- but to get THERE you have to GO HERE first, and then if you are going to GO HERE, you might as well just DO THAT too.

The But First Virus. I think this one could be the end of me. At least the tiny bit of sanity I have left. I want to paint the bathroom. BUT FIRST...
-AND when I say I, I do me HE- as in the Super-Hubby- that does most, if not ALL of this stuff. I "assist." I can fetch soda, and run to the store LIKE A PRO!

BUT FIRST I need to replace the toilet. BUT FIRST I should pull up the crappy linoleum and put down tile. BUT FIRST that sink should come out, the cabinet replaced, the ceiling leak repaired, the window swapped out... and then WHAT KIND OF LIGHT FIXTURE should I choose, and then have to wait on?

So I pick out (and order and wait) on the fixture... but now I have to add all this other crap to do to The List. Putty for the wall, paint, tape a wax ring thing, a whosit and a thingee or 3. And Beer.

Feels like I have been busy all day and it feels like nothing got done...and I have an even bigger list for tomorrow.

All of this has got me feeling a little woozy~ maybe I'll just lay down for a bit. Work on The List a little more. I AM out of coffee... and since I am just going to have to wait til morning to go back to town anyway...

Oh, But First I should go start the washer...and the laundry needs to be folded, and the kids' shoes are still in the middle of the floor, and I forgot to make lunches for tomorrow....

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