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Poison Control
Well, we just survived our first Poison Control Center call (800-222-1222). And we now know that STINK FREE Urine Odor Remover
It was Katie. She was upstairs with Tom and Owen while I was making dinner. Our best guess is that she knocked it over and either got splashed or she then licked the bottle or carpet.
It was my fail because I left the flip-top lid open for some unknown reason, thinking that we wouldn’t be in the upstairs living room anytime soon. It was Tom’s fail because he was roughhousing with Owen and wasn’t playing close attention to what she was doing.
We first called the 800# on the bottle and they were less than helpful. The lady that answered the phone was obviously unprepared for URGENT calls of that magnitude and pretty much said “Well, um, we’ve had it happen before and nothing bad happened. But I’d still take her to the doctor.” Then said she’d transfer me to someone who knew more about the product, but that sent me to voicemail.
So then I remembered that I had the Poison Control number in my phone (and have ever since I was pregnant with Owen) but had just never had to use it before. The woman there was helpful—even though the bottle had zero ingredient information—and was able to tell us after about a minute that the stuff was non-toxic. WHICH MIGHT HAVE BEEN NICE TO PUT ON THE BOTTLE NEXT TO “KEEP AWAY FROM CHILDREN.”
So, it was a touch scary for about 10 minutes—I was pretty sure she hadn’t ingested much so didn’t want to freak out, but we couldn’t just ignore it completely. This weekend we’re going on a major cleaning and picking up spree (since she can now pull herself up and reach things she couldn’t before)…
Almost but not quite.
A true escape artist!
She went right through the pet door! I’m just glad Tom was up there when we realized it!
Counting to 100. Almost.
What I did all day.
It took me about five hours to bake four double layer cakes for Owen’s birthday cake.
Why so many?
Well, for starters, the theme was Legos, so I wanted to make a bunch of Lego blocks (squares and rectangles) and I knew one cake certainly wouldn’t be enough so planned on two from the start. Then as I was making the second cake, I realized I left out an egg…so called dad and Lin who were at the store and had them pick up two more, just in case the minus-one-egg cake didn’t turn out plus an extra in case I had a kitchen catastrophe. 🙂
I was exhausted by this time (about 5pm) but still had to make the frosting and get the first layer on. What a mess—and I was being careful!
Facebook post, 4:49pm: Someone slap me if I decide to make Owen’s birthday cake next year. I’m 5 hours in and not even close to done. And the *hard* part is next.
Unfortunately, it was a nightmare. I didn’t love the taste of the frosting (made with Crisco and powdered sugar) and it was an absolute mess to work with. And I can’t frost a cake to save my life— which I already kinda knew but thought I could certainly do some square cakes—so that didn’t help. And trying to frost the marshmallows (what was suggested for the Lego pieces) was the absolute worst. THE WORST. Betty Crocker can kiss my ass (though, to be fair, I didn’t use their pre-made frosting). But I still don’t think it would have helped.
Facebook post, 8:55p: WHY DO I EVEN TRY? Ugh. I can NOT frost a cake. These look nothing like Legos. And there’s no red. It’s dark pink. And I don’t think I like the Crisco frosting. Too much work and frustration. /cry
Yeah, I so didn’t get the true, vibrant Lego colors I had wanted—even with my special purchase of gel food dyes. (No, I don’t even have pictures of those monstrosities.) At that point, I was tempted to just toss everything in the trash and go buy a cake. Seriously. But then I was more logical and thought since I already had HOURS and MONEY and TIME invested, we’d eat these cakes.
And the kicker is that I know Owen won’t care at all so I really shouldn’t be putting myself through the stress of it…but I honestly thought making a Lego cake would be, well, a piece of cake.
LESSON LEARNED? From now on…I will never make a birthday cake for Katie or Owen again unless it’s a 9×13 in the pan or possibly a layer cake. Nothing fancy. No designs. No themes. Ever. EVER.
Chip fail.
I tried to make sweet potato chips today…but apparently there is a very thin line between not-quite-done and blackened/smoke alarm going off.
Letters to Santa? Backfired.
Prompting Owen to write an actual letter to Santa is backfiring, as he now wants stuff he’s not getting.
For the past few weeks we’ve been saying “Owen, would you maybe like ABC for Christmas?” Knowing full well it was already bought and wrapped. And of course he’d say yes because we know he’d like it. Now after a trip to Costco he’s asking for something completely new that he saw (which, on Costco trips before now, he’s NEVER wanted anything!)—and the specific color he asked for I found on ebay for pretty cheap so we added it to his pile.
So today when we’re actually writing the letter, he doesn’t want that color anymore, but a new color. Which he’s definitely not getting because Santa is DONE shopping. Sigh. I think we’re done with the whole “asking for what you want from Santa” thing…Santa will bring what Santa has already planned to bring. 🙂
Two quick hours.
So I was NOT tired last night at bedtime. I tossed and turned for awhile (listening to Tom snore then not snore then snore then not snore) then finally just gave up and was catching up on email and whatnot on my phone. Until 2am. 😐 But, I figured, at least I’d REALLY be tired once I finally fell asleep and I’d sleep really well and get up at my normal-ish 7 or 7:30.
Except a loud BEEP woke us up at…4am. One of the fire detectors was apparently dying—even though Tom somewhat recently changed all the batteries. And it wasn’t on a quick beep cycle like it usually is (like once every two minutes) so it took like 15-20 minutes of waiting and listening to figure out which one it was. 😐 So by now it’s almost 4:30 so Tom just starts getting ready for work—and of course I’m wide awake from the BEEP so I hear the shower and him shaving and getting dressed and all that I normally sleep through (or wake up and hear but just roll over and fall back to sleep). At 5 I just gave up and got up, showered, and started my day.
So I get to face the day with a toddler and a baby on two hours of sleep.
Camera placement FAIL
After dinner I held Katie next to Owen and she kept grabbing at his head and his hair and he was laughing hysterically. I tempted fate by grabbing my phone and quickly trying to set it up to record (I needed two hands to hold Katie) while Owen was still in the mood, so-to-speak. Unfortunately, you can’t see much of Katie, but you can hear Owen’s hysterical laughing.
What a night. And morning.
I went to bed at midnight. Owen was up at 3 (for no real reason that I could tell). Then Tom was snoring, Owen got up again at 3:30 and 4, Tom was still snoring so when Owen got up again at 4:30, I went in to sleep with him (not good sleep, but at least it was quiet). Then Tom got up about 5a and STARTED RIPPING OUT THE KITCHEN SINK. But I didn’t know that’s what he was doing until I went down at 6 to ask what the hell he was doing that was so noisy. I finally got back to sleep in my own bed about 6:30. Then I got up at 8…so I’ve basically had four hours of sleep. 😐 But I had a nice new sink and faucet installed by 8am.
I’m not voting this year.
Well, turns out I’m not voting this year. 😡
I swear I filled out the necessary stuff online to get the packet because Tom specifically sent me the link. And I didn’t think about it—yes, even with all the political crap and election coverage and primaries—until Tom said he had to mail his ballot in. Wait, what? I didn’t get mine.
So I went back to look to see what exactly I did…and his email was in May, and I went to the website and it looked familiar…except now I see a spot that says “You still need to contact your local voting precinct to register as an absentee voter.” Huh? I definitely don’t remember seeing that. And then I looked at the PDF that I had likely printed—which looked familiar as well—and apparently that had to be sent in somewhere else? Or to my own voting precinct? But then why would I still have to contact them if I mailed this form in? Needless to say I’m still confused.
So the short of it is I didn’t request the ballot and now it’s too late. I should have just called the damn office instead of using the link Tom sent me, because that messed me up. And then Katie came along and my mommy brain got even worse…
I’m bummed.
It’s just underwear.
I might have just turned most of Owen’s underwear a nice shade of off white by washing a pair of his new orange underwear in the same load.
It’s a good thing he won’t notice, let alone mind.
Swaddle fail…again.
I’m getting really frustrated with the 4am swaddle fails. We aren’t doing anything differently…so the swaddle is either too small (?), she’s just more active and able to escape (moreso than when she was a newborn), or she isn’t sleeping through the night anymore and is waking up on her own and THEN getting out of the swaddle.
It’s just frustrating because the mornings she sleeps through until 6:30-7, she’s still completely secure in her swaddle. Every time she’s up in the middle of the night (always around 4-4:30) she’s out of the swaddle…
We have a Miracle Blanket (swaddle) we can try, but it didn’t work for Owen (or we just couldn’t ever get it on tight enough) so I don’t have high hopes for using it on Katie. We have a brand new type ordered and it will be here next week…
I know I should still be thankful for five straight hours of sleep at this age (especially compared to Owen)…but it’s hard since I KNOW the little bugger CAN sleep longer.
Target practice almost worked
Tonight, Tom asked Owen if he wanted to try target practice in the potty, and Owen was immediately excited. So of course we BOTH got excited, since this was really the first interest he’s shown in trying to use the potty. So we threw in some Cheerios, Tom showed him how to do it, flushed, let Owen throw in his own Cheerios…and then he just stood there. Nothing. We left the Cheerios in there and let Owen go bottomless, telling him to tell us when he had to pee and we’d go in there.
Well, it didn’t work, but there was a tiny bit of progress. I was downstairs while Tom had the eagle eye on him, and apparently at one point, Owen reached down and grabbed himself, Tom asked if he had to pee, Owen said yes and they tried to get to the potty, but Owen peed (well, dribbled) in the bedroom. But at least he knew the feeling.
So it looks like one of these weekends, we’re going to just bite the bullet, leave him naked all day, and keep trying to get him into the bathroom.
Day 1 Mini Fail
I finally got no-nap Katie to sleep (on my chest) and we both slept…way past Owen’s wake up time. It’s a good thing he’s SUCH a good boy and stays in his room until we come get him.
Trying to get a sibling picture
Owen is interested in Katie, but not enough to want to hold her or barely get near her to take a picture. As it was, to even get these attempted shots, we had to bribe him with the promise of chocolate cake…and you can see, I STILL didn’t get a decent one. |-|
Sesame Street USO Experience
Since its debut in July 2008, the Sesame Street/USO Experience for Military Families has taken its message to more than 248,000 troops and military families and performed 433 shows on 131 military bases in 33 states and eleven countries.
We learned tonight that Owen really doesn’t do LOUD. (We know he doesn’t like sudden loud noises and in general he doesn’t like loud areas…but I was holding out hope.) So, yep, the Sesame Street thing was a fail. But let me start at the beginning…
We were in the third row on the end of the aisle. I was excited because it meant I could get good pics of the stage and Owen would be close enough to see. The mom next to me said “You know they come down the aisles right?” obviously warning me. I said no I didn’t know, but we’d see what happened (if Owen liked it or was freaked out). I loved the Sesame Street sign.
He loved seeing all the kids waiting in line and in the auditorium (“Look at all the kids!”).
He didn’t seem to mind the noise level of the auditorium (the first big challenge).
He loved that he got an Elmo spinny light toy (he LOVES those type of toys).
He let me take a picture (that turned out awesome).
He did awesome waiting the half hour—playing with the spinny toy and my phone (and the mom next to us even commented on how awesome his behavior was, compared to her 2yo monkey who wouldn’t stop climbing and moving).
But…he started saying DONE before the show even started. But it was a calm DONE, like a polite suggestion. I figured once he saw Elmo, maybe he would change his mind. Well, the first thing that happened was a guy came out to welcome everyone and give thanks to certain people…and Owen was okay with that…and I learned he apparently really likes clapping when everyone else is:
Then there was a video of the First Lady and Elmo, welcoming everyone and setting up the premise of the show. And he was okay with that. (This is one of the videos we saw.)
And then Elmo came out and it was LOUD and they started LOUD music and dancing.
And that’s when he became more emphatic with his HOME, DONE, and pointing. He would be excited momentarily when each new character came out, but it was still LOUD songs and he was not a fan. I kept trying to talk to him to hopefully calm him a little and get him through the music to where there would (hopefully) just be talking…but he alternated between putting his head in my lap (trying to hide) and pointing and saying HOME. I thought we might make it, but then he started whining and almost crying, so I knew we were done.
So about five minutes in (before the thing really got started—they were still in the warm up songs) I decided it was time to go and moved to get out of my seat—and he was off like a shot up the aisle, weaving through all the little kids in the aisle who were dancing, not even looking back for me. As soon as we got outside, he was completely fine, playing with his spinny toy and having a ball.
On the way to the car he started saying “Great job, mama, great job.” ❓ He’s been saying that lately and I assume he’s just parroting me saying it (I say it A LOT) but sometimes it’s appropriate for the situation. So I just thanked him, and eventually he said “Great job, mama, seeing Sesame Street.” So to him, he saw Sesame Street and he was just fine. 🙂
So in once sense I was disappointed (I kinda wanted to see the show—it wasn’t just for him!) but he was apparently happy AND we were out of there before it ended so we didn’t have to deal with the crazy traffic AND we got home in time for his bedtime AND at least we learned the lesson a cheap way (free tickets to something local), instead of traveling and spending $$$ on tickets for something in, say, Raleigh.
I’m guessing this is one of the areas we’ll be working on when we eventually start therapy. 🙂
First couch nap!
Well, kinda.
Today was the first time ever he’s fallen asleep on the couch before his nap! He was watching Cars and I was in the office. I kept looking out every 5-10 minutes…but this still happened.
My first thought? OH CRAP.
My second thought? OH MY GOD HE’S SO CUTE.
My third thought? I HAVE TO GET A PICTURE!
Then I made the mistake of going out to show Tom (who was working on the shed) how cute he was…and Tom wanted to move him to his bed. I really didn’t want to because Owen does NOT transfer well (and never has—I think twice in his lifetime he actually went back to sleep after we moved him) but against my better judgment I let Tom move him.
And at first it seemed okay. For the first two minutes anyway. Until we were watching on the monitor and he was chattering. Then sitting up. Then playing. Then reading his books.
Yeah…no nap today.
But at least I got a super cute few pictures. :**:
Social Security Card Mommy Fail
Yes, it’s my fault for not keeping better track of Owen’s SS card, but seriously, the list of Identity Documents to get a new card? Owen has none of them:
We can accept only certain documents as proof of your child’s identity. An acceptable document must show your child’s name, date of birth and preferably a recent photograph. A birth certificate is not a form of ID it is only used to establish a Social Security number. Your child must be present unless the picture ID also shows your child’s biographical information (i.e., age, date of birth, or parents’ names). As proof of identity, Social Security must see one of the following:
Health Insurance or Medicaid card (issued within the last four years)
School identification card (current year)
Certified school record or transcript (current year)
Certified copy of a medical record
U.S. passport (not expired)
U.S. military dependent identification card (not expired)
Certificate of Naturalization
Certificate of U.S. Citizenship
Final adoption decree issued by the court
Certified child care facility or pre-school record (current year)
Religious record (cradle roll, naming certificate, bris certificate, baptismal record, Amish or Mennonite bishop’s letter)
Life insurance policy
U.S. driver’s license
State-issued non-driver identification card
U.S. Indian Tribal card (Social Security has to approve as an acceptable ID)
He uses OUR ID card for anything military (they don’t need one until they’re 10). He has a medical card, but it doesn’t list his birthday or a picture (do ANY medical cards have pictures?). I guess the only thing on that list is a certified copy of a medical record…and I don’t even really know what that means (though I eventually got what I hope passes for that).
Now I have to send off all his info plus our passports and wait 10-14 days to get a replacement card.
Ugh.
A day of fails…with fun.
The local farmer’s market was having a big shindig today—reptiles, animals, hay rides, tractors, etc…so we were excited to take Owen. Yeah, he wasn’t thrilled. He wouldn’t even get close to the alpaca, let alone feed it (or even lean over and touch it when Tom was holding him). He liked the small snakes and geckos for about 30 seconds…until he got to the BIG snakes and was “done” (I was done way before that—I HATE SNAKES). He liked seeing the tractor, but didn’t want to sit on it. He had the most fun with the sidewalk chalk—and even that didn’t last more than a few minutes. So that was that. FAIL. But he was still a really good kid the whole time so overall it was still fun.
Then we went to Walmart and offered to buy him a pint-sized football…and he didn’t want it. I tried to get him a Cars-themed bath scrubbie, but he didn’t want that because he wanted the plastic Lightning McQueen Bath Bubbles next to it. FAIL. But he was still a really good kid the whole time so overall it was still fun.
Then we decided to go to Chick-Fil-A to let him try out the play area (one of those enclosed things) since we’ve been meaning to do it since we got here—and he wanted no part of that, either. He sat on the bench and played with his cars on the window ledge. FAIL. But he was still a really good kid the whole time so overall it was still fun. (And on a sidenote, he liked dipping his fries in the Polynesian sauce! SCORE!)
Handprint, schmandprint.
Well, so much for Owen’s 2-year handprint…
- We were actually four months late.
- His hand was too big for the tin (his on-time 1-year print was too big, too).
- He hates getting his hands messy, so by the time we got him to do it…
- The plaster was already set up (man, it was quick).
Parenting FAIL
Homemade Hooters Wings
So when we were cleaning out/reorganizing the pantry last weekend, we saw we had three jars of Hooters-branded buffalo wing sauce. We thought “Hey, we should have a wing night over at Roger and Ursulas!” So we called them and made the plans!
Of course, we didn’t have wings in the freezer, so went to buy some at Sam’s Club. They come in bags of like 10# so we figured with the number of people that usually show up at their house “for a little get together,” we’d better get two bags.
Fast forward to today, the day of the wing night, and I decide “You know what? I am going to mix all the sauces together and maybe add some more spice” so I opened the first jar and it was the consistency of, oh, peanut butter. We hadn’t had Hooters sauce in a loooong time, and I couldn’t remember if that was how it was supposed to be, so I tasted it and it tasted off. I thought maybe it just needed to be stirred, and that was when I noticed the “SHAKE WELL” on the side. Hmmm, not a good sign, as peanut butter never shakes well. :-/
So I looked at the expiration date. Wow—it wasn’t just expired, it was hideously expired. Like March 2005 expired. >:XX
I should have known better, because our pantry often contains items of such age (especially after throwing away brown sweetened condensed milk from 2002 last weekend!), but I was kicking myself for not checking any sooner than the afternoon of the dinner! Yep, at this point it was about 12:30 and dinner was at 6:30 and we had no sauce and people were expecting Hooters wings.
So, I immediately googled for a recipe and the ones I found were extremely different. So I headed off to Top Secret Recipes and ended up paying 79¢ for the Hooters Buffalo Chicken Wings recipe.
Of course by then I was flustered because our plan was thrown for a loop—now I had to run to town to get ingredients, and now we were going to bread the wings (originally we were only going to use the sauce), and the breaded wings had to be refrigerated for 90 minutes, and the wings were still half frozen, and Tom was napping! 88|
So I woke him up, told him the new plan, ran to town, and when I came back we started breading the wings and making the sauce. Phew! (At this point I was VERY thankful that I had already finished making the double batch of tuna salad!)
Fast forward to the conclusion of this saga…
It was only us four for dinner, so we had entirely too many wings (four trays, or about 140 wings) but we put a serious dent in them because they were absolutely amazing—a grand slam hit—and everyone said they were sooooooooooo much better than real Hooters wings. YAY ME!
Inside Out
So I get home from work and go to change my clothes, and I sense something “off” so I take a closer look…and yes, my sweater was on inside out. 88| Luckily it wasn’t completely obvious—so I didn’t feel stupid. But then again, it obviously wasn’t completely obvious because no one said anything to me all day (and I know my coworker would have said something)!
Disappearing camera!
No matter what I seem to do, I am constantly misplacing my camera. I usually leave it on my desk, on the dresser, on my nightstand, or on the counter downstairs…but half the time it ends up somewhere else and I spend 20 minutes looking for it. I know I had it last night upstairs because I took a picture of my dinner (long story :)) ) but this morning? Gone. It’s nowhere to be found. I looked for it, but only had so much time before I had to leave for work—I am hoping it just appears by the time I get home. :))
Guess who leaned against a wet wall?
One of the living room walls. Eagle eyes will notice something odd towards the bottom left…
ARGH! Someone leaned against the wall while it was wet! LOL! We later learned it was Charlie. I told Tom we had to leave it there for awhile because it’s hilarious.
The driveway saga continues!
So when we last visited the driveway saga on Thursday, the concrete guys (while tearing everything up) had completely ripped out the cable line under the driveway. (Luckily, the cable company was able to come out that night and reconnect it.) Tom was told the guys would be back “first thing Monday morning” to pour the new driveway. Well, as luck would have it, Tom was (finally) going back to work Monday, so he really couldn’t take that day off…so I had to take it off. (We normally wouldn’t have to be there for them to pour the driveway, but the garage doors had to be open to get close enough, and we just weren’t comfortable leaving them open with all the workers there.) Of course it rained off and on all weekend, so we had a huge mud pit…and since we were missing our “step” up onto the porch, it was interesting gymnastics to get into the house bypassing the front porch steps (which were no longer there).
Monday morning about 7:30, I see a van of guys arrive and start walking around. I think “Great, things are on schedule.” Then they got back in their van and parked at the house next door. Okay, I thought, they are moving their vehicle so the cement truck can get in. And I wait. And wait. And don’t see the guys anymore. Come to find out, they are working on the house next door—they are NOT there to work on my driveway. Well, I had hoped to just take the morning off, but come 9:30 NOTHING had been done and no one was there so there was NO WAY the driveway was going to be poured in the next two hours. I called the builder’s office and she said maybe they were waiting on the weather (it was overcast). I explained that I was missing work waiting for them, and if she could find out what was going on, it would be appreciated. She called back about 10 minutes later to say they were waiting for a load of dirt, but of course she had no idea how long it would take. Well, amazingly, the dirt arrived about 10am…
followed by….nothing. No one showed up. ARGH! So I wait. And wait. And wait. At about 11:30 some guys show up to start spreading the dirt. I went out to ask if they knew when/if the driveway was going to be poured since I really had to get to work…and of course they barely speak English so all I got out of them was “uh, maybe…don’t know.” So I made sure they knew my phone number was on a note (I had taped to the door) and that someone would call me if they were going to pour the driveway and they needed the garage doors open. Fine. So off to work I went.
Now, about work. You wouldn’t think it would be a big deal for me to take a day off now and again. Yes, I’m taking a ton of time for our upcoming honeymoon, but I’m not the type of person to call in sick all the time or ask for days off out of nowhere or abuse my boss’ good nature—it’s RARE that I need an unplanned day off. So I didn’t think anything of it when I told my boss I’d need the morning off (and possibly the whole day). I had to leave a message on Sunday, but she called Monday morning after I told her I would be out all day…and it was the grand inquisition! She had a litany of questions for me—she wasn’t pissed, per se, but you could tell she was not happy. Of course, she had a project that she wanted me to do (I can count on one hand the number of “projects” I’ve had in the last few months, but of course the day I need off last-minute is the day she has one for me).
So I’m at work for literally one hour when I get the call that they’re pouring the cement. The guy who called (Kevin) was very nice and I said I would be home within a half hour. I quick finished my stack of work and headed home. I get there, open the doors, and busy myself with stuff around the house.
I go up to send Tom an email update and…no internet. Hmmm. Reboot. Nothing. Check the TV. No cable. At this point, I have an idea and look out the window and—yep—the cable was just laying there. THEY HAD RIPPED IT APART A SECOND TIME! Needless to say I called Tom immediately and we were both just livid. There was absolutely NO reason it should have happened. The cable was simply laying on top of the driveway—all they had to do was dig a little trench and bury it, then pour the driveway! We couldn’t tell what happened and no one spoke good english, so it was extremely frustrating. As the cement is being poured closer and closer to where the cable line is supposed to go, I finally got through to one of the workers and he understood that the cable needed to be buried and he told me it would be. Okay. So as I’m watching from the second floor, I see the cable in the grass and I see them pouring cement completely past the area. WHAT!?!?! I call Tom again, totally freaking out. In the meantime, he has called the cable company and they say they can come our tomorrow, but if we’re not there, it will be a week or two. A WEEK OR TWO?! I wanted to scream. There was no way either of us could be there for the cable guy. So I went outside again, and Kevin just happened to be pulling up.
Okay, Kevin was NOT what I was expecting. He looked like a total backwoods redneck and smelled like he’d been drinking all day. And you know what his first words to me were after saying hello? He told me how he’d been drinking for the past hour or so and how that probably wasn’t a good idea and that he had to meet someone soon but he didn’t think he should be driving. OH. MY. GOD. So, trying to get any usable information out of him was impossible. He tried to explain about the cable…he said they accidentally ripped it up again. (Okay, I wanted to ask, just HOW could you do this? It was laying across the driveway in plain view!!) So they had installed some plastic tubing so the cables could be strung underneath. Whatever. I could barely stand to talk to him since the alcohol on his breath was bowling me over. But the interesting thing he told me was that his crew had poured the driveway to begin with and when they saw how it turned out, they were going to redo it BUT THE BUILDER TOLD THEM NOT TO! So apparently the builder was hoping whoever bought the house wouldn’t notice it or ask to have it fixed! So, we think even less of our builder at this point.
So I went back inside and tried to keep my mind off everything. When Tom came home and heard the full story and saw what had been done, he was furious. He called Kevin and let him know we were NOT happy. When he got off the phone, he said he could barely understand him because he was totally plastered and I said he’d probably continued to drink all afternoon! The only upside is that when we called the cable company again, they said we wouldn’t have to be there…so hopefully we will have cable when we get home tonight.
Stay tuned.
Living Room Pictures
So the living room is done. THANK GOD. This room has been a nightmare, including the original flat paint not covering in two coats, having to buy an additional two gallons of eggshell, my initial paint spill, Tom’s multiple paint drips (by the end of painting, I think we had gotten equal amounts on the carpet)…and this morning, right after I said “This does NOT feel like a day to paint…” Tom’s mini paint can slipped out of his hands and got paint all over the tarp (which bled through onto the carpet), on the white entertainment center (which had to be repainted in spots), on the carpet, and on the audio equipment! FUN FUN FUN!! The good news is that coat #3 was the lucky one, and that was all she wrote.
There was one upside—we learned that eggshell is MUCH easier to get out of carpet, so we will NEVER be painting with flat again.
Talk about frustration!
I’m trying to grow my eyebrows out. EEEEK do I look scary! 😯 It started innocently enough when I had to send in my tweezers to be resharpened and then I thought “Well, I might as well just try to grow them out.” I’ve been wanting to do this for years, but I am TOTALLY ADDICTED to tweezing, so it wasn’t something I really wanted to do. The only problem now is that all the hair isn’t growing back (since I’ve been tweezing for so long). So I may end up just tweezing all the same hair out again. We’ll see. Stay tuned. 🙂