One of the last things on my mind right now is pregnancy. Well, not really, but everything else clouds that by a lot. Like how am I going to fix my wife’s MP3 player because I think I broke it and all I really did was turn it on. It smells like burning plastic and that makes me nervous. Also, like how we just moved into a house and our room is the size of our roommates’ closet and our son shares a room with Big B, who is 5, did I mention that? How we might have to move out in a few weeks because Monster deserves his own bedroom and our roommates might think otherwise. Like how Monster is gonna be in the 4th grade and I don’t think I’m ready for him to grow up any more or how I am so not ready to jump into college or how our hamster stinks and how much I’d love to live with Nefi, have an available room for the baby and sleep in a room that’s bigger than our bed.
Suffice to say I’m pretty sure this journal shouldn’t be strictly ovulation charts and cervical mucosa (ew!) but about our journey, our lives and life together. About Monster and Big B and our future niece or nephew. All the crazy components that make up our existence are so vital in our TTC journey and everything that is us.
Onto the matchbox sized room.
We own so many things. Our room really is the smallest in the house. And that’s kind of messed up because we’ve been sleeping in a 5×5 space and we deserve to have space to stretch our legs in. But, then again, it’s freaking awesome to have a door and a bed off of the floor. But Monster is sharing his space with a 5 year old who takes everything and spills soda on the floor and that’s just not fair. Hopefully we’re wrong about our roommates and they plan on upgrading to the 4 bedroom at the end of August. Hopefully. We spent a good 12 hours building this entertainment centre we bought at IKEA (what a good place for a starting family to shop, right?). That f’er took forever to build. It fell apart twice, and in the end we were so glad to be DONE we left two pieces on the upper shelf out.
We finally got the stamina to clean out Billy’s cage, that’s our stinky hamster. I put together our desk and plugged Fil’s MP3 player into my iSoundSpa and it started to smell of burnt plastic from its charging bay. That can’t be good, right? I think I’ll just leave it on the air vent for the evening and check on it in the morning. Maybe it’ll be okay. Maybe I’ll have to take it to Best Buy and get a new one or get that one fixed. Something we don’t have the money for, but then we’re BOTH missing our MP3 players (I left mine on an airplane going to Paris).
Monster and I rented Antz and had dinner on our kitchen floor. With the water being cut off at noon today, I couldn’t function. I couldn’t make the kids Ramen, or make Kool-Aid or bathe Big B or take my own shower or do the laundry, dishes, anything. My whole daily routine was just off from the being in a new house thing and now the water thing just turned my brain to malfunctioning mush. I had to take the kids to the store and buy drinks and some stuff to make in the microwave/toaster because they were hungry but everything they wanted required water. So I bought cereal and pop-tarts. And there aren’t any bowls so I was going to wash some. Oh wait, no water. Crap.
I woke up Fil and we went into town and paid to have the water transfered. $125 that our roommates should’ve paid. That’s what summer day care was for. So we could afford to transfer all of our utilities before we moved. But this didn’t happen, and the water got cut off and we had to do it ourselves. We had dinner at Cracker Barrel and came home so Fil and I could shower and relax before she had to go to work.
So as Monster is about to die (again) in San Andreas and I’m getting sleepy, I think I’ll go off and worry about the MP3 player later.