So much to say!
Oh, my! I’ve got a lot to share; where do I start?
Should I talk about how my doctor moved my due date up a week at my weekly appointment Friday? (can I get a whooo-hoooo!!)
Should I talk about how pissed I am that I tried to take one of the 2 bouncy seats back to Tar*get Saturday night to exchange one for a jump-up thingie, only to find out that those dern bouncy seats (if they were still in the store) are now marked down to $9.99? I have to track down a receipt from one of the 2 people who gave it to me (which is kindof embarrassing… “hey, thanks for the gift, I’m returning it though”) because I know they spent almost thirty dollars on it.
Should I talk about how my son’s 4th birthday party is Saturday, and my house is such a wreck in some places that my dad has offered to have someone come clean it for me, which is GREAT except for all the cleaning I have to do for her to be able to come clean. Why hasn’t this so-called “nesting phase” hit me? All I’ve been hit with is uncontrollable bladder and lower back pain phase.
Should I talk about how I have 3 weeks worth of papers to grade and post because parent*teacher conference is next week…and I have NO interest in doing it. I can’t help but wonder what would happen if I went in labor without getting this done, but that still hasn’t motivated me to do it.
Should I talk about how I don’t have a bag packed for the hospital yet, because I don’t know what to put in it. Somehow I packed a bag the first time I had a child, yet it seems I can’t get my shit together enough to put more than a gown and a robe in the bag. ANY SUGGESTIONS?
I think what I’m really going to talk about is my scary moment Friday evening.
You see, I had my doctor appointment at 3:00 that afternoon (my clinic is about an hour away in a bigger town than mine), so we were out by 4:15ish. The hubs, the boy and I were headed to the local mall because the boy really needed new shoes (pre-school is hell on kids clothes). Now, you need to know that this mall is not my first pick of malls by far – it has that uneasy atmosphere, you know? I hate going there, but not too long ago new “rules” were put into effect that set age limits, loitering policies, etc., and Hubs was with me, too. Anyway…we go in Macy*s, but the boy wants to play on the escalators, so Hubs takes him and leaves me in the kid’s section. I finish up my business, and go to find my guys. They aren’t downstairs, so I think they might have walked out in the mall area. I get out there (truthfully I was headed to Gymboree), and they aren’t around SO I call Hubs’s cell, and he says he’s looking at something and will be there in a minute. I decided to sit down on one of the Mall benches to wait because the Gymboree has apparently gone out of business. Suddenly I hear this scream! In an instant there are two large black men rolling on the floor about 10 feet in front of me having it out! I know that my family is in Macy*s, and I. NEED. MY. FAMILY. RIGHT. NOW! but I can’t get to them without going through the fight – and they can’t get me because of the fight. In these few seconds that my brain is in overdrive, every “thug” in the mall had magically appeared at the entrance to Macy*s to watch this fight, except for any mall security people. Plus, NONE of the employees of the businesses seemed to care one bit. I finally (after about 30 seconds) decided to high-tail it in the other direction. I call Hubs and tell him to get out of Macy*s and to the car NOW! I was headed to another department store and I wanted him to pick me up at their outside entrance NOW! Did I mention NOW??? He did, but I was already so shaken that I could not control the tears as I was getting back in the car. I don’t know if it was fear or shock…but I vowed right then that I would NEVER set foot in that place again.
So, how was your weekend?
