mondays

monday is my 'day off'.  iow, that's the day i'm home, alone, with the boys.  i try to get a little work done....marketing stuff, checking search engine placement, replying to emails, etc but little actual work gets done b/c most of the day is spent looking for enzo's blue ball or matisse's bunny fuzzy.  or dealing with some fashion drama.   or wiping a snotty nose.  or wondering why it's so quiet and discovering the boys taking turns sucking all the toothpaste out of the tube and wondering how much flouride they can consume before they get truly poisoned (you'd think i'd know).

then every half hour or so, luc calls to 'check in' and make sure all is well.  like he's helping out in some way.  he always manages to call when i'm pulling a kid out of the oven or something.

the boys are finally getting tubes in their ears a week from today.  i had to plunk down $1000 to hold the appointment.  i hear hair salons are taking credit cards numbers to make appointments too.  we get a fair number of no-shows and last-minute cancellations, despite reminder calls and cards.  my obgyn doesn't even call to remind me about a pap smear appt i made a year ago and yet people manage to forget appointments made a week prior, even after getting a call the day before.  we go back and forth about whether to get a 'deposit' to make an appointment and never manage to bring ourselves to do it.

sigh.  certainly i'd rather get my haircut than have dental work done.  but come on!  a cleaning is not nearly as humbling as an ob check.  well--as long as you've been flossing.