Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Defying Logic

1. We have a blow up kiddie pool. I had the idea to blow it up and leave it on the deck, (oh yeah, we got a deck and a fence- it was a nightmare, but it’s all over now) so Pman could go swimming whenever the mood strikes him. We came home today and the pool was....melted? The sides were all caved in and the water was trickling out. I searched and there are no holes. Melting is the only thing I can think of.


2. When Josh and I were picking out everything for our house we opted for standard carpet with upgraded padding. What we got was standard carpet and sub-par padding. The flooring people said they would replace all the padding. Meaning, they would pull up all the carpet- in our basement and all 4 upstairs bedrooms (and closets) and replace the padding.

Is it just me or does that NOT sound like a solution?

I told them I was ok with changing the padding in the basement because it is still fairly empty and their being in my basement will not disrupt my life as much and them being in our bedrooms. My other thought was the basement will, over time, get more foot traffic than our bedrooms. I told them I wanted to be reimbursed for the poor bedroom padding.

Within the next few days I should be getting a reimbursement check. When the guy called to find out exactly who to address the check to and where to send it, he ended to conversation by saying, in a surly tone I might add, “Are you happy now, Mrs. Phillips?”

Yes. I am. So there.

3. I have been running a lot and while the numbers on the scale aren't changing all that much, my clothes tell a different story. Things that used to fit are a bit too baggy after a couple hours of wear. Pants that were too tight, are no longer. This makes me happy, but my Pham is on a budget which does not allow for a new wardrobe for mommy. Unless...mommy wants to push back baby #2 by about 4 or 5 years, which she doesn't want to do.

I'm not the thinnest I've ever been, but I'm happy with how healthy I am and how I look and that self-contentment feels good, especially after my body took a bit of a hiatus after having Pman.

4. I officially am the mother of a 2 year old boy who will be starting school very soon, 2 days a week 9a -4p. He is ready. I am (mostly) ready. He has a Batman backpack that lights up and a lunchbox. I have little Tupperware containers that I will fill with lunch-like food stuffs and place in his lunchbox. He will sit with his new friends, not me, and eat his lunch. He will learn and grow and develop a world outside of Josh and me. I am (mostly) ready.

Josh and I are activity discussing baby #2. But how can that be when baby #1 is still a baby?

A friend, a mother of 2 boys who are two and a half years apart, told me today she can see that I am ready, but nervous. I think she was being kind.