Ramblings of a mad woman

I've had some stuff pent up inside of me and stuff has been going on that I haven't expected. It's getting to me. Almost enough to up my meds... again.

I hurt my back just days after my weekend getaway with the girls and it still hasn't healed. It's killing me and I find myself going slower at work, thus causing Popeye to be distempered by the time I get home. I'm getting tired of cleaning up after slobs. A majority of my clients have become accustomed to having me come clean for them and they think they don't have to clean up after themselves (especially ones with teenage boys - yuck). So that just bites.

I screwed up the finances for the second month in a row. Popeye doesn't know yet, but he will soon enough because Wells Fargo sends emails when you run out of money. I could go into his email and erase the message, but that's not honest and I need to fess up. Tonight I'll be giving him all my debit cards and tell him that I am done trying to do it. So life gets that much harder when finances don't go right. He's going to be so upset about it.

This weekend is a community activity that our ward participates in. We set up a little pioneer village and let the community members sample homemade bread, butter and candy, tie quilts, do family history, candle dipping and washing laundry by hand. This year we're not going to be so elaborate just because it's stake temple day also and we won't have the man-power for both. But since I'm activities person, I have to make sure it all gets put together and we have coverage for the booths and people to make things... I'm a little stressed about that.

Popeye is working the day shift for the rest of the week and I had to find childcare for Friday. I called in a favor to one of my visiting teachers. She didn't seem too thrilled about it (because I'm not paying her) but she promised me that since I did a favor for her, she would watch the kids for me one day. And I'm cashing in on that. I don't like having to find childcare for all the kids. Part of me thinks I should rethink some of my schedule to leave all Fridays open so I don't run into this problem anymore.

Popeye wants to move. The house is nowhere NEAR being ready for the market. There's still so much to do - finish the bathroom (still), scrape ceilings, paint the basement, paint the exterior, finish the flooring, replace doors and windows, landscape... Yeah, we won't be selling anytime soon. Even if we don't sell it, and he finds he wants to move, maybe we could rent it if we get most of the stuff done.

Oh yeah. We got a dog. As if 5 children isn't enough, right? She's UBER cute!!! Her name is Princess Polka Dot. We call her Dot. Our dear friends are moving away at the end of the month and couldn't take her with them. She's an 8 month old wiener dog. We all just love her and she is learning the dynamics of the house and the kids. She's left a couple of surprises here and there, usually when she can't get someone to open the back door for her. There's a problem, though. She doesn't like going outside to potty when it's raining. And it's been raining a LOT over the last few days. Needless to say, getting her to pee has been a chore.

Speaking of rain. Yesterday we had a tornado warning and I was forced to get up close and personal with some locals in the library restroom. After promising that I would take the kids straight home and into the basement, they let us go. The kids were all excited about it. Luckily the tornado never touched down and we're all safe and sound.

See? Lots going on. I'm sure there's more, but Popeye just got home from work, so I'm going to go visit with him and hit the sack.