I am too tired for any sort of narrative thought. Go Wings!

So the Red Wings won the Stanley Cup. I’m good with that — I was more excited about Barack Obama finally securing the Dem nomination (and holy cow, what a speech he gave!) — but the rest of my family is extremely geeked about it. Boo now throws up her arms and yells “SCORE!” on cue. As well as saying. “Dude. Hockey.” and “GO WINGS!!” Mark tried to go to the parade yesterday but scheduling just did not work out. Considering it was NINETY TWO out and sunny, it’s probably just as well.

Between me and the two girls, we were at FIVE doctor appointments yesterday. No wonder I rarely seem to find time to blog when I’m home. When I’m at work, doesn’t seem to be a problem. When I’m home, I am busy EVERY SINGLE SECOND.

Mimi had checkups with the ENT, a hearing test, and her seriously overdue five-year physical. All is well on those fronts. She’s on the growth charts! Woo! She had three shots, and afterwards we went to Target and I told her she could pick a treat for being so brave. She picked new underwear. Really. Disney Princess underwear, of course, but still.

Boo has this lovely thumb-sucking technique which has created a nice rash all around her mouth from the constant damp. I’m glad that was all it was, but geez, I was seriously embarrassed when the doctor told me that was it. Because I’d called the office all “she has this rash that keeps coming back!” and they were all “bring her in right away!” and then the doc is like, “yeah, it’s from sucking her thumb.”

So this part may be TMI, but I have to share why I love my doc. Yesterday morning I went in to get an IUD (finally — the Pill has just never been my favorite thing). First, she totally bonks her head on the spotlight thingie and starts laughing. Then afterwards she says “wow, I wish they all were that easy.” And then she says “Oh, I mean, it went in easily, but not too easily. It’s not going to fall out or anything. It’s not like I could have pea-shot it from across the room.” I was totally cracking up.

Packing continues apace. We had an impromptu yard sale today — well, several of our neighbors were having sales so we dragged some stuff out to the end of the driveway to catch the traffic through the neighborhood. I sat out in the 90-degree heat with my foot propped up, got a lovely sunburn, and made a few bucks off of baby clothes and baby gear. And we have less to pack, so it wasn’t a total loss. I seriously put SPF 50-something sunscreen on and still burned. It’s ridiculous.

Mark took Kev up today spend the week with his grandparents (and honestly, not a minute too soon, but more on that later) and took Boo with him. Mimi and I have spent the entire afternoon and evening watching movies while I listed stuff on eBay. Sad but true. We just finished up “Enchanted” for the umpteenth time. I freaking love that movie and I don’t care who knows it. is coming around.

So Kev. He has been horrid this week. Sneaking out, lying, doing just dumb things like going home with one of his friends from school yesterday (the last day of school) and not bothering to call or let us know where he was for over two hours. And then treating me like I’m insane for being worried and angry. And telling me to “geez, calm down” and that it’s not as bad as it could be because at least he isn’t sneaking girls in or growing pot in the corner of his room. I’m so reassured. Yeah. And we discovered his grandparents (mom’s parents) are completely undermining our authority on several important points, which is not surprising, but really frustrating and crazy-making. It’s been a long week where that stuff is concerned.

Foot is still achy and sore but not having to drive anywhere for most of the week has helped a lot. I was definitely up and around too much yesterday and was limping this morning, but it’s ok.

I have next week off as well. Doing a bit of work-work at home, bu the goal is mostly to pack. And pack some more. And try not to go crazy, or let anyone else go crazy.

I don’t even have a good end to this post, I’m so not up for any sort of coherent thought. I want ice cream. I think we’re all out of ice cream. Damnit.