For the first time in at least 2 years, if not 3, I’m sick. Sick enough to go to the doctor’s office, and if you know me, that’s pretty major… But it turns out to be a minor earache and viral infection (not a cold or flu, but something like that) The doctor is hot - which sucks when you’re all sickly and could care less what he looks like - but he’d be what Dr. Jake Remoray (Joey’s soap opera character on friends) would look like if he was a real person instead of a fictional character on a fictional soap opera on a tv show played by an actor portraying an actor …. well you know what I mean.
Burning the candle at both ends isn’t helping … And it’s not like I’m partying like it’s 1999 or anything…. Just the new job and lots of deadlines and trying to be awake and alert for the kiddly and at least three sentences to my wonderful long-suffering husband. And Ryan just got over a fever/slimy sinus-y thing too so I’m sure that’s where this is all coming from.
But I’m trying to take it easy, popping into work later this morning, got some good down time last night thanks again to that boy Bob, who took care of the kid, made me easy mac, and put up with me when I got fussy that the house is buried in junk. After a long evening nap for me and Baby Ry, I cleared off the dining table from its two inch thick pile of whatever (including, but not limited to, the spoils from our Baby Expo expedition at Fort Mason on Sunday; various catalogs and coupons, our taxes that I need to mail, one lone shoe - mine, not Bobby’s, and the walgreen’s shopping basket I accidentally took home along with our prescriptions) and took a crack at ironing - yes kids, I IRON, thanks to the lovely and perfect birthday gift iron from Lu - ironing the table cloth. Uh, yeah this is what I do when I’m sick.
It soothes my heart when something is clean and organized. I’ll admit it, I have a touch (well, maybe a bit more) of OCD in that if things are out of place I get all “Monk” about it and it hurts my head because I keep coming back to it and how to fix it and what’s out of place and why it’s wrong, over and over and over again. Though it’s not as bad as it sounds. Well, people who have seen me in action, or in-action, as the case may be, feel free to chime in… Two examples of my minor OCD’ness - why did I spend 7 hours at my inlaws housesitting and ended up completely redoing their wall decor? In three rooms? Hmmmmm…. But let me tell you, every time I go over there and I see the symmetry of the grandchildren’s pics and the kid’s pics hanging in (almost) perfectly aligned splendor it literally makes my heart happy. This other one I just figured out …
Last Sunday (after Baby Expo - told you P it wouldn’t take that long!) we spent the day at our friends, Los Ramirezes, And we spent the entire Day - starting with an amazing Martha Stewart brunch (now that MS is behind bars, my gal pal P has decided to share her culinary talents with the rest of us)Brunch included: killer hawaiian bread french toast (soft and fluffy, complete with hand whipped cream and jelly in a blue footed compote dish (I told you Martha to the max) ), a Finnish mushroom/onion tart thing, rounded out by a yummy fruit bowl courtesy of K, some artisan bread from B (no Atkin’s lovers here) and Bellini’s (I buy things really well) After almost two bottles of champagne split between the four of us, a lolly gag on the couch, it was around 4 o’clock before we wondered where the boys where… Which they promptly showed up at 4:30 complete with all the fixin’s for the evening que. Bobby did a little veggie dish, P and B did everything else, and Bobby and G got their carne asada grillin on. A fun-to-watch little game of backyard football with the big boys and Baby Ry’s soft and fuzzy football rattle (uh, he won’t be chewing on that one anytime soon) and dinner was on. After watching the delights of trying to feed/tie down/eat/ignore the pleas of toddler dining, Bobby and I drape ourselves across the R’s couches until somewhere around 9 pm. Sigh. Good time had by all….
I kept trying to figure out why their house is so easy and comfy. First of all it’s not mine to clean (yay) so whenever I’m there it’s happy and clean and just right. Second of all, I feel like it’s totally got a place for everything and everything in it’s place. I’ll admit it on the blog and amongst cyberspace, I’m a bit jealous of people who can open a drawer to get exactly what they need when they need it. I can do that at work, but home ….. not so much. Hence circling back to the OCDness of it all. Not to say it won’t ever happen, but I guess I would have to spend some time is mi casa instead of rearranging or lounging in others ….
All in all a great couple of weeks, busy, challenging, fun. (Can you tell, that’s it, I’m all typed out …)
Here’s my shout out to all those interested in/have kids interested in Easter Egg Hunts….. Baby Ry is hosting one the Saturday before Easter up at the farm. More details soon…