Posted on 06/09/2015 5:58:35 PM PDT by nickcarraway
I put something in the mail to you today, too! LOL!
I just took a nap for an hour. I hate when I do that. It just snuck up on me and I had to sleep. Period.
Kathleen is getting attention by messing in her diapers. Not the kind of attention she needs, but it is how she gets it. I dunno, but I think if it were me, I would just not fuss and not insist. But maybe that’s what my mother did with my son.
Yes, it’s true. However, it’s not as if we have the choice not to change the diaper when she goes.
At least I’m getting a lot of cleaning done. Maybe I’ll get the schoolroom sufficiently squared away that we could get Ramon our Tile Installer in to redo the floor, followed by the Epic Fail Painting Service to paint the walls.
I’m going to go over that letter to the agent, and also the list of chores, and see if I can make the grand transition to printing it all out and getting it sent.
Let’s hope my brain is up to it.
I suggest you emphasize specifically what you need to have done, and downplay anything about the value of his employees. Maybe, “Perhaps another agency would have employees who already live in my area.”
I don’t remember how we did what we did (and I think Mrs. ArGee probably was the brains of the outfit) but maybe you could bring home some toy that gets her really excited, then tell her she can play with it when she’s a big girl and goes on the potty. Take it away when she goes in her diaper until she goes on the potty again.
It might work, it might not. It’s just a thought.
Buy one, get one free sale
If you buy a pregnant one the deal is much better.
(Or worse, depending...)
Well, phooey. Two minutes before the timer went off to put her on the toilet again, she went in her underwear. She’s been given a cold wash and clean clothes and sent to bed.
At least she didn’t get to go in a diaper.
Make the wash cold enough and THAT might be the deterrent you need.
Just out of the cold tap, which isn’t that cold in July, but she didn’t like it.
Now I could go pay Tom’s tuition and go to Walmart, but I can’t, because Bill’s at work and Sally has taken off. I’m feeling a little cranky.
If a mama of a toddler isn’t entitled to a little cranky now and then I don’t know who is.
I included a list of chores that I had given to the contract agency to give to whoever was supposed to be my aide. I did that when they first came to do an assessment but this time I added the CFIDS protocol as well as a chart of the symptoms in the order of severity/frequency, and have prepared a separate envelope with a copy of everything to the contractor.
I think I took out two sentences and modified one, but my brain was trying to explode, so I had to quit. The bottom line is: They can read this and make adjustments for me, or they can write me off.
If they choose the latter option, which they very well may, I will go to the church and see if I can get some of the girls to do a “service project” periodically.
If that doesn’t happen, I will continue to do what I need to do to make the place liveable, and break my neck cleaning when it comes time for an inspection. Soon, Precious, soon.
Why do I suddenly have this picture of little Michael Banks trying desparately to snap his fingers while things fly around the nursery putting themselves away?
On the plus side, we found Jake’s catnip mouse, and I filled it full of fresh catnip.
If I should ever take up trucking and head West, I’m sure I will remember that Puckerbrush, NV has a truck stop... ;-)
However, being curious, I looked it up. Seems it’s about 100 miles West on I 80 from the exit I would need to take if I were to visit my Father’s birthplace. Assuming, of course that out there in NV the exit numbers correspond to mileage...
The aerial view looks the same in both places - kinda dryish looking... ;-)
There’s some part of long-haul trucking that’s always appealed to me. Maybe it’s driving something big (when I was young I wanted to be a pilot of the biggest plane in the sky) or just looking at America roll by.
I love Nevada and have traveled all around the state, though not in recent history. I love the Sierras, but they have snow... So I’m in the desert, and the mountains around Hoover Dam remind me of Mordor.
But I was born in Washoe County (Sparks) and this is probably where I will end my life. MANY years from now!
You have FReepmail.
Would you like to know what is the most annoying thing about this toilet fail and all-day cleaning blitz? Of course you would: you’re totally fascinated by the minutiae of my ideal suburban existence.
The most annoying thing is that even though I have been at this nonstop since 8:00 a.m. and have thrown away three tall kitchen bags of trash, there is almost no visible improvement. It’s enough to drive a middle-aged woman to drink, except I don’t have any, and I can’t go to Walmart because nobody competent is at home.
Unnngh.
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