Murphy's Law
We're moving tomorrow. Which of course means I'll be missing the live showing of the Emmy's, damnit. But what can I do? Mike consulted with his Chinese friends about the, I don't know, luckiest date that we can move to the new house, and it's on September 21. Which works out, I guess, since it's a holiday, the workers finished just last Friday. We can let the paint and varnish breathe over the weekend, and hopefully by tomorrow there will be no more paint smell. Sigh. I just really wanted to see Neil Patrick Harris host the Emmys. Oh well. Maybe we'll have cable by the time they run the replays.
Moving tomorrow also means I don't know when I get to log on to the internet again, after today. We don't have internet in the new house yet. I'm sure it's something Mike won't lose time rectifying, but I might as well update while I know I still can. So, let me tell you about this weekend.
The aircon in the kids' room was busted several days ago but last Friday was particularly hot so we decided to let them sleep in our room. Not 10 minutes after Desi was laid down beside me did she start coughing, and then vomiting undigested milk all over the bed, and herself, and her hair was caked in puke. Mike tried to get her out of bed in time, but she wasn't finished and continued to vomit, just narrowly missing her sleeping sister. For once I was thankful that I had a terrible cold so that I couldn't smell the vomit cause if I could smell, I know I would have vomited as well. Oh, did I mention I have a cold? We all have colds. And coughs. Seems we're bringing along our germs to the new house as well.
Anyway, we sent Desi downstairs to be bathed, and then Mike had to carry Lia, still sleeping, while Felma and I changed our sheets and mattress protector. That done, we put Lia down to sleep again. Desi, when she came back was awake. Eventually, we managed to let her sleep, me, Desi and Lia in the big bed, and Mike on one of the kids' mattresses on the floor. But Desi kept rolling around, and kicking Lia and then she got up and asked for a book, or food, or whining and crying, and I was just doing my best to keep her from waking her sister and her Dad. Finally, I gave her a cracker and we stayed on the beanbag (cause they're not allowed to eat on the bed) and Mike suddenly woke up to see us on the floor beside him. He took Desi, I was able to make some milk for her, and she slept beside her Daddy on the floor. When I returned to the bed, turns out, Lia was awake the whole time, just quietly lying there, occasionally shushing when Desi was too noisy. Anyway, some reason Mike enjoys having both kids "sleep" with us. I'm all, what sleep? You were able to sleep?
Yesterday, at around 5, Mike got a call that there's been an emergency in our chicken farm. Something broke, and if it isn't replaced within 6 hours, the chickens won't have any water to drink. So Mike and his partners had to scramble for a new part, and rush over to Batangas in the middle of the night. Fortunately, Lia fell asleep without issue. Desi on the other hand, seemed on a mission to undo this. Good think when Ate Fe came in to give Desi her milk, she was able to put Desi to sleep on the mattress on the floor. Desi woke up a couple of times last night, and both times I had to go down and lie beside her on the floor. Desi likes to stick her feet in between my legs and she grabs my arms so that I'm hugging her in her sleep. So cute! But so hard to fall asleep this way. Mike got home at 5 AM and found me on the floor with Desi. I told him to get in bed with Lia. The girls and I are now up and breakfasted. Mike is still asleep, poor thing hadn't slept all night.
Right now, our entire house is a MESS. One gigantic critical mess. Everything is either wrapped in newspaper, packed in boxes, or dumped in garbage bags. All the kids' clothes are in one piece of luggage or another, my bear collection is stowed in some plastic containers. Pots and pans, wedding presents we haven't used, just about everything is being yanked from their shelves and prepared for transport tomorrow. Everything except our bedroom because Mike is still asleep and this is the only place the kids can stay where there are no boxes to dismantle or toys to yank out of their garbage bags. We're supposed to have lunch in Michelle's condo, and then spend the day with my parents, but I don't know if we can do all that and finish packing everything too. We're just going to have to see.
PS. Everything is much better on the pregnancy yuckiness front, thank God. I don't feel quite as weak or gross as I used to. Except for the sniffling, and the vomiting, I'm ok. Managed to go out and run short errands everyday, even visit the house from time to time, checking on the progress, letting Mike impress me with his new TV room with surround sound. I'm very much at peace already with being pregnant. Once I stopped thinking of the things we won't be able to do, and focus on the fact that I'm going to have a baby, I know there's no better time to have a baby than now, unfulfilled plans notwithstanding. We have the rest of our lives to travel, to do anything and everything we want. But being a mommy is why I'm here. Even as a kid, I had no big dreams of being a doctor or lawyer, but I always know I'd be a mommy so, while pregnancy is still a hassle, I'm getting more and more excited about this child, whether it's a boy or a girl. :-) Thanks to everyone who responded with supportive comments. They really made me feel better when I read them.
Moving tomorrow also means I don't know when I get to log on to the internet again, after today. We don't have internet in the new house yet. I'm sure it's something Mike won't lose time rectifying, but I might as well update while I know I still can. So, let me tell you about this weekend.
The aircon in the kids' room was busted several days ago but last Friday was particularly hot so we decided to let them sleep in our room. Not 10 minutes after Desi was laid down beside me did she start coughing, and then vomiting undigested milk all over the bed, and herself, and her hair was caked in puke. Mike tried to get her out of bed in time, but she wasn't finished and continued to vomit, just narrowly missing her sleeping sister. For once I was thankful that I had a terrible cold so that I couldn't smell the vomit cause if I could smell, I know I would have vomited as well. Oh, did I mention I have a cold? We all have colds. And coughs. Seems we're bringing along our germs to the new house as well.
Anyway, we sent Desi downstairs to be bathed, and then Mike had to carry Lia, still sleeping, while Felma and I changed our sheets and mattress protector. That done, we put Lia down to sleep again. Desi, when she came back was awake. Eventually, we managed to let her sleep, me, Desi and Lia in the big bed, and Mike on one of the kids' mattresses on the floor. But Desi kept rolling around, and kicking Lia and then she got up and asked for a book, or food, or whining and crying, and I was just doing my best to keep her from waking her sister and her Dad. Finally, I gave her a cracker and we stayed on the beanbag (cause they're not allowed to eat on the bed) and Mike suddenly woke up to see us on the floor beside him. He took Desi, I was able to make some milk for her, and she slept beside her Daddy on the floor. When I returned to the bed, turns out, Lia was awake the whole time, just quietly lying there, occasionally shushing when Desi was too noisy. Anyway, some reason Mike enjoys having both kids "sleep" with us. I'm all, what sleep? You were able to sleep?
Yesterday, at around 5, Mike got a call that there's been an emergency in our chicken farm. Something broke, and if it isn't replaced within 6 hours, the chickens won't have any water to drink. So Mike and his partners had to scramble for a new part, and rush over to Batangas in the middle of the night. Fortunately, Lia fell asleep without issue. Desi on the other hand, seemed on a mission to undo this. Good think when Ate Fe came in to give Desi her milk, she was able to put Desi to sleep on the mattress on the floor. Desi woke up a couple of times last night, and both times I had to go down and lie beside her on the floor. Desi likes to stick her feet in between my legs and she grabs my arms so that I'm hugging her in her sleep. So cute! But so hard to fall asleep this way. Mike got home at 5 AM and found me on the floor with Desi. I told him to get in bed with Lia. The girls and I are now up and breakfasted. Mike is still asleep, poor thing hadn't slept all night.
Right now, our entire house is a MESS. One gigantic critical mess. Everything is either wrapped in newspaper, packed in boxes, or dumped in garbage bags. All the kids' clothes are in one piece of luggage or another, my bear collection is stowed in some plastic containers. Pots and pans, wedding presents we haven't used, just about everything is being yanked from their shelves and prepared for transport tomorrow. Everything except our bedroom because Mike is still asleep and this is the only place the kids can stay where there are no boxes to dismantle or toys to yank out of their garbage bags. We're supposed to have lunch in Michelle's condo, and then spend the day with my parents, but I don't know if we can do all that and finish packing everything too. We're just going to have to see.
PS. Everything is much better on the pregnancy yuckiness front, thank God. I don't feel quite as weak or gross as I used to. Except for the sniffling, and the vomiting, I'm ok. Managed to go out and run short errands everyday, even visit the house from time to time, checking on the progress, letting Mike impress me with his new TV room with surround sound. I'm very much at peace already with being pregnant. Once I stopped thinking of the things we won't be able to do, and focus on the fact that I'm going to have a baby, I know there's no better time to have a baby than now, unfulfilled plans notwithstanding. We have the rest of our lives to travel, to do anything and everything we want. But being a mommy is why I'm here. Even as a kid, I had no big dreams of being a doctor or lawyer, but I always know I'd be a mommy so, while pregnancy is still a hassle, I'm getting more and more excited about this child, whether it's a boy or a girl. :-) Thanks to everyone who responded with supportive comments. They really made me feel better when I read them.