I am too tired for any sort of narrative thought.

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.

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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.

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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.”

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

Yeah, so I broke my foot.

Yes, again.

More later.

Bwah hah hah! I always feel like this is one of those sites that maybe I shouldn’t laugh at, but I totally can’t help it, because dude, they are funny:

When asking someone about their biggest annoyances in life, you might expect responses like “hunger,” “being poor,” or “getting shot.” If you ask a white person, the most common response will likely be “people who use ‘their’ when they mean ‘there.’ Maybe comma splices, I’m not sure but it’s definitely one of the two.”

Also, Mortimer’s Mom and about 17 other people sent me links relating to these guys, who are my new heroes. BR left a link on my Grammar Girl post to a Chicago Trib article about them, and I knew I loved them as soon as one of them used the word “fisticuffs.” I don’t think I could be that in-your-face about it, however. I’m all about stealth apostrophes.

In other news, I offically have the evening off Mommy duty, and I’m thinking about going to see a movie. Because I have not done that in, um, a long time. I will have to sneak cheap food in because I cannot afford both a movie ticket and expensive movie-theater popcorn, but I don’t even care. I want to see “Prince Caspian” but I also want to see the new Indiana Jones, even if it isn’t that good, because I still lurrrrve Harrison Ford. Even if he’s older than my dad (which he is). I bet you didn’t know I have a major Indiana Jones thing, didya? I have all three movies on DVD. In the collector’s set. And the “dum-da-DUM-dum” bit of the theme song is my ringtone. Shut up.

So should I go see Indiana Jones, even if I’m by myself with no one to squee and clutch with, or Prince Caspian? Any other suggestions? I honestly have no idea what to do with myself. Heh.

Holy cow, what a weekend. I didn’t have time to work on the site at all, or do much else for myself. Took Mimi to her first ballet class, looked at five houses, went to two different parks and a Dairy Queen, finally started packing away winter clothes, got out Mimi’s old 18-24 month clothes for Boo, spent at least an hour and maybe more trying to open the bedroom door Mimi decided to lock in a fit of pique, came close to smacking Kev when he told me to “calm down, geez,” tried to remove a splinter from Mimi’s knee, nearly took Boo to the emergency room after a head-first fall onto concrete (she’s fine), and killed at least half a tank of gas with all the driving around looking at houses and retrieving Kev.

Whew.

So yeah, Boo fell out of the car after she managed to extricate herself from her carseat on her own, and landed headfirst on the driveway. I only heard about this after the fact, thank goodness, but apparently Mark was getting Mimi out the other side and had left his door open, and before he could catch her Boo was up and over the seat and pitching headlong out the door. He said she was stunned for a minute and just lay there, which scared the hell out of him, but soon enough she started screaming. She seems to have landed on the back of her head, not the top, and she’s got a good lump there but otherwise is perfectly fine. Mark, on the other hand, nearly had a nervous breakdown.

Yesterday morning I took Mimi to her first ballet class at the Y in what I hope is going to be our new neighborhood soon. She’s been so excited about ballet she could barely stand it, right up until we got to the door of the studio and she saw the little girls lined up at the barre. Then she froze and refused to go in, and started whining that it was TOOOO HARRRRRRD and her FOOOOT HUUURRRRRT and she COULDNNNNN’T DOOOOO ITTTTT. Gah. I gave her a couple of minutes, and she started in once and then turned around and came back to me. I admit to being frustrated and snappish, and told her that fine, we’d just go home then, because I wasn’t going to sit around and watch six other little girls having fun while she pouted. At that opportune moment, they started skipping across the floor, and Mimi decided maybe she was capable of ballet after all. She dashed in and was fine. I felt a little schizoid.

So then we met up with Mark and Boo and toured a couple of houses, got some lunch, and I took the girls to a park while Mark went on to work. We were on the swings maybe ten minutes when the skies opened up, so we dashed back to the car, whereupon I promptly took a wrong turn out of the unfamiliar neighborhood and drove us half-an-hour in the wrong direction. So an hour later, we finally got home, and Boo fortunately deigned to take a nap while Mimi whined at me for two more hours. After Boo woke up late in the afternoon I tried to get some dinner in the girls, and at some point — I honestly don’t totally remember what triggered it now, except that Mimi was grabbing things away from Boo and pushing her, but I don’t know what it was — I picked Mimi up and plonked her down on her bed in the girls’ room, and told her to sit there for five minutes while we all calmed down.

Now, the girls’ room opens off of the living room, so she had a fine view of me and Boo from her bed. She sat and pouted for a minute, then started throwing things at us. So I closed the door on her. She opened it and came out, saying it had been five minutes. I informed her that indeed, it had not, and I would tell her when she could come out. She promptly ran into the room, locked the door, and ran back out, slamming the door behind her, all before I could get off the floor where I was playing with Boo and grab her.

We have stupid doors, which have the tiny hole on the outside, not an actual keyhole or any sort of thing that can be manipulated from the outside. Somewhere in this house, we have a little thing that looks like an Allen wrench that unlocks the doors. Could I find it? No. Did a hairpin work? No. Did unscrewing the entire door knob work? No. I managed to somehow jam it when I was doing that, and couldn’t get it open at all. I was So Very Angry. I think that is possibly the angriest I have ever been at Mimi. It was like 7 pm, Boo was nearly ready to go to sleep, and I couldn’t access pajamas, diapers, or Boo’s crib, for that matter. At one point I was fiddling with the door and Mimi came over and asked what I was doing.

“Trying to get into your room, of course.”

“Why?”

Deep breath. “Because you LOCKED THE DOOR, remember?”

“Oh. Right. I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry too.”

“I’m tired. I want my pajamas and my blanket.”

“Well, I can’t get those things for you because they are in your room, and you locked the door. What do you think we should do about that?”

“Hmmm… I think we should get a new house.”

Yeah, me too, kid. Oy.

Mark did finally get home from work, after midnight, and break in somehow. Not sure what he did because by that point I was asleep with both girls in a heap on our bed. Boo did not appreciate having to go to sleep in my bed, and took forever to settle down, and nearly threw herself off the bed several times. At that point, I was about ready to let her. Mimi started whining because Boo was kicking her, and I informed her that if she hadn’t LOCKED THE DOOR Boo would be in her crib and it wouldn’t be an issue. It was a lovely evening.

Looked at two more houses today, got ice cream, and picked up Kev. And now am by myself in my bed, for a change, and am GOING TO SLEEP.

Sigh.