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You’re Cut Off

The bad news…we’re still waiting for Duende to make her entrance.  We’re all trying to take naps whenever we can, and Rachael spent some time in the tub.  She’s now on an IV to get her some fluids because she has had some trouble keeping stuff down.  Actually, that’s an understatement.  She seems to be sleeping between contractions.  At this point our goal is to get her rested and then do whatever we need to do to keep the contractions going.  We’ll see how it goes.

The good news…there’s a new episode of “You’re Cut Off” available for online viewing while we’re waiting.  This show is so bad, it’s SO GOOD.  I just can’t believe that this is reality for some people.  The show is about these 9 women who are disgustingly rich, and their families cut them off.  They’re on this reality show and they have to live together in a regular house (which they think is totally ghetto).  In the current episode they have to go shopping for clothes at a thrift store.  I don’t know if they’ll be able to be rehabilitated by the end of the series, but it’s pretty comical, especially when the alternative is to watch an IV drip.

Click the photo to watch the trailer for the show.


ZZZZZZZZ…..

I am in Indianapolis at our corporate office.  I arrived at a meeting this morning at 7:30, and we didn’t stop until after 6:30 tonight.  We then went to dinner where we talked more about doors and hardware, and got back to the hotel at 9:30.  Since then I have answered my email and posted some photos on my other blog.

Tomorrow we’re starting at 7:30 and ending at 5, I have a 6:40 flight and I arrive in Providence at 10:30 with an hour drive to get home.  I’m exhausted and I’m going to need all available resources to make it through tomorrow, so I am going to leave you with this laughing baby video and go to bed. Farts are funny at any age.

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“When he left here, he had an eye.”

Sometimes I just don’t know whether to laugh or cry.  In the old days I used to cry a lot more.  Now, most of the time I don’t care enough to cry, and the WTF-moments are so ridiculous that I’m beyond crying.

Tonight was supposed to be a double-sleepover, with Adlani at Shane’s house and Victoria here with Aliya.  Adlani has literally been counting the days since we picked the date a month ago.  Every morning when he wakes up, he asks how many more days until the sleepover.

So we got everything packed and went over to the Funsecas’ to drop off Adlani and pick up Vic.  Karen and I needed wine after a long, hard week, so we ordered pizza and let the kids run around the yard while we chatted.  Norah was home with Ben, so it was a little more relaxing than it would have been otherwise.

There were several altercations during the running-around-the-yard period, with various kids coming to us crying that so-and-so had hit her with the swing, somebody stepped on his hand, etc.  Just as it started to get dark, Adlani started shrieking and walking across the yard with his eyes closed.  Ever since the pencil-in-the-eye, Adlani has been really sensitive about his eyes, and the sound that he makes when he gets poked in the eye makes me want to pierce my own eardrums.

The shrieking went on, and on, and on, and finally I decided that the boys’ half of the sleepover would have to be postponed, at which point both boys were crying.  Ugh!  I thought this was supposed to be fun!  What a blast!

I drove home with Aliya, Vic, and the shrieker, gave him some Motrin and put him to bed.  After he woke up crying for the 8 zillionth time, I told Ben it was his turn to comfort him.  It is now 12:41 a.m.  The eye-poke occurred at 8:30.  Ben just came downstairs and told me that the eye-poke was my fault, I was supposed to be watching them, I let it happen, so he was washing his hands of the problem and going to bed, leaving Adlani crying again/still.  I was incredulous!
Me: “You’re saying that it’s my fault that the kid got poked in the eye?!?!”
Ben: “When he left here, he had an eye.  Now he doesn’t.  You deal with it.”

A little part of me wanted to cry at the unfairness of the accusation.  A big part of me wanted to scream, “BITE ME, DINGLEBERRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

The girls tried to make the best of it and have fun despite the shrieking.  Here’s their rendition of the Taylor Swift hit, You Belong With Me:

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