Twas Brillig

Hey, look! It’s me! Brillig! Posting on my own blog!

Today I woke up to the frenzy I usually wake up to, though today there was a little urchin in my bed with me, who had climbed in after he’d had a nightmare during the night. Meaning none of us got any sleep last night.

Then I got a phone call from my delicious sweety pie, calling to tell me that not only had one of the offers we’d made this week been accepted, but TWO of them had. Wow. Now, instead of being homeless, we have TWO options. (Please note that the house we’re “suing” over is NOT one of them… though we still like that one best of all. But we’re so ready to be done with the federal government that we have no qualms about walking away.) So, both homes that have accepted our offers were built by the same builder, have the same layout, and the same upgrades. The differences are that one has a fantastic backyard with a deck and the other has a third car garage. Wow. Which one to pick? I’d always sorta thought of myself as a three-car garage kinda gal, which is silly because we, um, only have two cars. (My father tells me that a third car garage is used to pretend that you have a boat— we’ve been plotting to build a boat facade out of styrofoam so that all the neighbors will be intimidated or something. See? I TOTALLY need a third car garage for that!) But now that I think about it, a nice yard and deck would probably suit our family a little better. It even has room for the dog that my husband has promised our children… Yeah…

But, it’s all very exciting. Brian will go check out both of these homes in the morning and search his gut to decide which one is the right one.  Then we will close on June 20 and we’ll move out there officially on the 23 or 24th, I guess! YAYAYAYAY! I’m SO ready for this limbo to end!
…Which means I really ought to do something besides sit around watching the filth accumulate in my house. Seriously. I’m reading a book that talks about a child who would find his mother passed out drunk and the house would be a complete disaster. As I read the disastrous state of the house, I looked around my house and realized that it was a near-perfect description… except that I’m not passed out, or drunk, or in trouble with DCFS or anything. That was kinda scary for me. So I did some laundry and actually threw some garbage into the garbage can. Hey, it’s not a lot, but it’s a start. Hahaha. Maybe they won’t lock me up now.

Then I took the kids to Wal-Mart this evening. I won’t elaborate. I’ll let you picture it on your own. One word: Insanity.

Tonight, after all the children were in bed, I’d thought that I would actually, like, CLEAN. Like, with CLEANER and stuff. But then Isaac started screaming. And screaming. And SCREAMING! I went to check on him, half expecting to find he’d severed a limb or something, but no. He was pulling at his ear, screaming his brains out, and had a raging fever. Well, um, normally I would say “ear infection,” but he has tubes in his ears now and shouldn’t be getting ear infections any more (we didn’t have any all winter, which means that it’s working).

But, as my mother would say, “you can should all over yourself.” (Oh, my poor mother would die I she knew I’d just told you that she says that!) Isaac doesn’t believe in should, and has likely found a way to have an ear infection anyway. In the meantime, I didn’t have any Tylenol— at least, not any that wasn’t packed at the bottom of some random box sitting out in my garage. It was 11:00, and all of my other children were sleeping. What to do? I debated for a bit, and then decided to take the Screaming Isaac to the store… leaving the three other kids in bed, unsupervised. I know, I’m a terrible mother and I guess I should be locked up. I think we’ve established that now.

But, really, what were my choices?

So, we got some Tylenol, and then I got to thinking about taking Isaac to the doctor in the morning. See, we are no longer insured here in Utah. I’m sure that hubby’s new Colorado insurance has some kind of coverage for out-of-state services, but they are likely limited AND we don’t know what they might be, AND I don’t have that insurance card, AND it will be a Saturday morning.

(Somewhere in here, I could interject something about how rotten the American health care system is. And then I would have to mourn aloud about my dear Hillary, and then this post would turn politically controversial and snippy, which would probably result in lots of comments, but fewer friends, so I guess I won’t say any of that…)

So now I’m just crossing my fingers that he wakes up in the morning and is magically cured and we don’t have to deal with doctors and insurance companies at all. If everyone could just hold off on getting sick until the end of June, that would be lovely!

Besides, tomorrow I have lots of fun plans! I’m going to be going with my dear friend Charrette to see our friend and neighbor Hailey perform as Jo in a local production of Little Women. I’m so excited— excited to get out of the house (sans children— Charrette has a teenage daughter who will be babysitting!), excited to see Hailey (who I have already proclaimed to be brilliant on this here blog) perform, and mostly excited to hang out with Charrette, who is approximately ten billion times cooler than I am, and yet she puts up with me anyway.

It’s the perfect combination for recharging the old batteries.

And who knows? I might even clean up before Babysitter Jordan arrives (and by “clean up” I of course mean “clear a path one-foot-wide through the junk”) and I might even shower! I KNOW!!!! Extreme, ain’t it?!

By the way, thanks to all my dear guest-bloggers who have thus far graced my little blog with their fantastic posts. If you haven’t read them, please do. Each one has been excellent so far. We will go back to the guest-blogging on Monday. I have lots more fantastic bloggers lined up. Oh! And Kateastrophe is taking over Soap Opera Sunday for “the duration.” So if you’ve been missing that, go check it out over there. (And thanks, Kate, for picking up my slack!)

And now? I’m going to bed. Because I can… Therefore, I should.

Loving and missing you all,

<3 Brilly-pants