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My Life Thus Far
2008-05-30 06:21:45 (UTC)

A Potentially Bad Situation

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My level of productivity over these past few weeks has
been astonishing. Today was no different. The only thing
I'm going to miss about the 3rd trimester of this
pregnancy is the nesting instinct. The irrational level of
energy and drive I've had to get things done. I know after
the baby is born (and the postpartum depression sets in.
I'm not dumb. I know it's coming) I'm going to crash and
burn like a paper airplane. Things will cease to get done.
It's not what I ideally want to happen, but I've been here
before. I know what to expect. Maybe this time, seeing it
coming will help me avoid it. I don't know, I guess I'll
cross that bridge when I get to it (very soon).

My primary accomplishment today was beds. I put the new
sheets I bought yesterday on Kiki's bed. I stripped and
washed my bed and also Annie's. Turns out one (or possibly
both) of the cats got locked in Annie's room and peed on
her bed. She never said anything to me about it. I just
went to strip it, bent down and got a face full of cat
pee. Her room has been smelling pretty ripe lately and I
couldn't figure out why. Now I know. So, problem solved.
I'm just glad it wasn't the carpet. The girls have vinyl
covers to protect their mattresses, but the carpet would
be really hard to get that smell out of.

I've washed the dishes, scrubbed the walls, cleaned the
bathrooms, swept up the front walk, finished all but one
load of our weekly laundry and still I'm looking for
something to do. It feels good to clean, though. I'm so
relieved to have my house the way I want it. Finally this
place is starting to feel like my home. Only now, there's
nothing left to be done. Keenan needs to come soon. I
think I'm sufficiently ready now.

I saved my neighbor's son's life today. Okay, maybe not,
but I averted a potentially bad situation. Now they know
their 1 year old can work the front door. Around 8pm
(after my children were safely tucked in their beds), I
went to check the mail, because I hadn't set foot outside
today and thought maybe a little walk would do me good. I
swept up the front walk, then proceeded to waddle down to
the mailbox. There, in the middle of the street, was my
neighbors little boy. Just riding his tricycle down the
center line. I looked at his parent's house and the door
was standing wide open, the screen door ajar. No one
noticed he was gone. I walked the rest of the way to the
mailboxes and wondered what I should do. As much as I
didn't want to ring their door bell to tell them their son
was in the street, I couldn't just leave a baby in the
middle of the road! Right at that moment, a Suburban
turned the corner and made the decision for me. I ran into
the street, scooped up the kid (and his tricycle) and took
him home. I rang the doorbell and both his mom and dad
came to the door. Mom from the kitchen, dad from the
couch. His mom looked at me like "were'd you get him
from"? His dad said thank you and I handed him to his
mother and explained where he'd been. I hope tonight's
little episode convinces them they need to put child locks
on the doors. I don't even want to think about what could
have happened if he'd made it to the water or if a driver
hadn't seen him.

I need to go check on that last load of laundry. My plans
for the evening include crocheting and a shower, then
night-night. I've got a busy day planned tomorrow. I need
to tie up some loose ends at work, do some grocery
shopping and at some point figure out when exactly Helena
will be getting here. Her plane landed a couple hours ago.
Ciao until tomorrow.




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