Drowning

I used to be a really good multi-tasker. In fact, I'd go so far as to say I was nearing phenomenal.

Now, I can hardly breathe and blink without having to realllllly think about it.

I need a vacation. I need a nap. I need for my whole entire house to be clean all at once. I need organization. I need money. I need to quit whining.

I need to never watch The Biggest Loser again. That show should inspire me, but all it does is remind me that I will never be that muscular and thin and healthy because I don't have the money to have a personal trainer or even a gym membership. I applied for the show once - Tater and I sent an audition tape together when they were asking for siblings. We sang a really corny song to the tune of "Summer Nights" from Grease. It rocked. They totally missed out on putting us on the show.

Oh holy night I'm rambling.

Man, it stinks to be this tired and know that there is still so much more to be done before you can even think about resting. #3 party of 4 goes down tomorrow night. Girl Scouts - I have no cookies made, no craft ready, house is a mess even though it was clean Saturday. I am really not doing a good job with Girl Scouts this year. The last two years I kicked serious leader butt, but this year, not so much. Paul had pity on me tonight after my SU leader called to tell me that the money for our fall fundraiser was due today and I had forgotten that small fact and he helped me sort some stuff and organize my paperwork. I really hope that after Christmas break I have my act together. If not, I doubt I'm a leader next year. I just can't keep doing this - it's not fair to the girls.

I got my financial aid award notification for school today - all is a go for the spring semester. Now to enroll. That should happen Monday. I looked online today and was very disappointed at the amount of available online classes. I had hoped there would be more. I just need to talk to an advisor because I'm feeling very discouraged tonight.

Today I made an appointment for a dental checkup. I haven't seen a dentist since I was 5 months pregnant with Sam. Yeah. I know. That's unexcusable. I have one filling in my mouth and I've had it since I was 7. Lately it's started bothering me. I would say that since it's perilously close to being 30 years old that it's starting to go bad. Mom was going to her dentist today so I asked her to get some prices for me. For a checkup/x-rays/video/cleaning and ONE filling it was going to be anywhere from $350-$400. No way. I have no insurance whatsoever. I was whining about it to Tater and she said she'd seen at the indian clinic last week that they were now taking adults for regular dental appointments. Halleluiah!! You have to jump through a few hoops and it takes awhile to get in and they break everything up into multiple appointments, but it's free and I can get that tooth re-filled. Plus, I think I have another small cavity, too. The earliest appointment they had was February 9th. I'm just glad it wasn't an emergency.

I also made a followup appointment with my regular doctor at the indian clinic while I was at it. The followup appointment that was supposed to have been in October is now in January. It's just to re-check my blood to make sure it's still flowing smoothly and not thick like grape jelly. Thank God for baby aspirin, which I try to take every day. I'm not real good at taking my daily aspirin, but I try. So far I haven't had a blood clot, so I guess I'm doing alright.

Tomorrow is my next-to-the-last day of Diva Daycare. I've shed a few tears already. Friday I'll be a wreck. Trying not to dwell on it. I've spent extra time loving on my babies this week. Of course, today when I was in baby poo up to my elbows because the prunes that I gave Li'l Divinity kicked in and broke the dam and the kid pooed into his socks, I proclaimed, "I don't get paid enough to do this!" A phrase that Kady promptly told Irish Divinity the minute she walked in the door tonight. Love that kid. Thankfully Divinity just laughed. Gosh, I'm gonna miss seeing her every day. Okay, must stop thinking about this. Really.

I think I'll go make my little bed on the couch. No way am I sleeping with Mr. Coughypants tonight. I refuse to endure another night with his knees poking me in the back of the legs while he coughs on my neck. The dude just doesn't understand why that bothers me. Warm germy air on my skin....................ICK!