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My Life Thus Far
2008-05-25 05:50:37 (UTC)

Simple Childhood Pleasures

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My mind is telling my body "you shouldn't do anymore", but
my body is ignoring my mind and keeps on going despite
great fatigue, exhaustion, overexersion. I just keep
going. I didn't think the three little tasks I'd planned
for myself today sounded at all daunting, but my body begs
to differ.

I managed to get the car done. Inside and out. In all
actuality, it wasn't too bad. I haven't been spending as
much of my time in the car (like I used to), so the
remnants of all my meals wasn't scattered across the
floor. Just the odd Starbucks cup and popcorn strewn
across the back seat (compliments of Kiki and all of my
trips to Target. Which is were she gets the popcorn from).
The girls and I took the car for a ride through the Shur
kleen car wash on Kitsap Way. Not only because I'm in no
shape to be hand-washing it, but also because it's more
ecologically friendly. It's not good to have dirty car
water going back into the water table. I think this way,
because I've spent the past 3 years living waterfront.
Oyster Bay is beautiful from our living room window, but
walk 20 feet out our back door to the water's edge and you
can see the environmental impact humans have had on it.
It's called Oyster Bay, but you can't eat the oysters. How
sad. I did my part. I didn't wash my car in the
driveway :)

Vacuuming didn't work out so well. I figured out why my
vacuum hasn't been doing such a good job. At some point,
the tube that connects the cyclone to the floor brushes
has suffered some trauma and is broken in half. Therefore.
No suction. No rotating brushes. Nothing. I've been
pushing that damn thing across the carpet, wondering what
the hell is going on with it for weeks. Now I know. I
don't know who to blame, but I do know one thing. I want
to KICK myself for not buying that Kirby. $80 not due
until August and I wouldn't be in this situation. The hand
attachment still works, so I had to vacuum every inch of
the floor with the hand attachment. It took me over an
hour to vacuum! Bent over at the waist! It was like
cutting the back yard all over again! Minus the sunburn.

The laundry is still a work in progress. I didn't start it
until an hour ago, because I was so engrossed in the car
and the vacuuming. I can't just throw myself into my work
like I used to. I have to stop for many breaks. I don't
have the energy to multi-task (besides, pregnancy brain
makes me forget what I was doing in the other room,
anyway). It's frustrating. Slowly but surely I will get
things done. I'm pleased with the progress I've made
today. I'm keeping myself busy and I'm getting my home the
way I want it. That's whats important. Not how quickly I
accomplish it.

I snuck in a few other tasks today, too. I swept up the
cat room, double-checked my hospital bag, packed my
toiletries bag (again. A revised packing) and then I moved
all the bags (my bag, Keenan's bag and the breast pump) to
the trunk of the car. When I go into labor, I just need to
grab my toiletries bag and purse and head for the car. I
need to have my hairbrush and make-up until the day comes,
so that's the reasoning behind that plan.

I need to go check my laundry, but before I do I'll close
with a happy thought: Imagine Kiki, running down the
street in just a diaper and a pair of sandals, clutching a
$5 bill, yelling "Eye keem man, Eye keem man"! Today was
the first day the ice cream truck came through our
neighborhood. I was surprised Annie remembered, because
she hasn't seen him since she was 4 years old and we lived
in West Family Housing on Bangor (with my dysfunctional
family). She heard him long before she saw him and
exploded out the screen door with no money, just the
instinct every kid has to flag down that truck! I gave
Kiki the money and she had no problem catching up. Even
though Kiki has never experienced an ice cream truck
before, she seemed to understand the concept just fine and
bought herself a Spongebob pop. The girls sat in the sun
on the back balcony and ate their Spongebobs. Covering
themselves in yellow sherbet. It was one of those simple
childhood pleasures I hope they remember when they're
adults.

Okay, back to work until I pass out some time around 3am!
Ciao.




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