Michele Minehart

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Month: June 2011 (page 1 of 4)

timing is everything?

4:30am on Tuesday, June 28, 2011. That’s when H started sleeping without a binky. Well, for last night, anyway.
Apparently he had sucked on it to the point where it’s gaping holes made it no longer suitable for the designated task. He woke up and requested a “different binky” but we didn’t have any. Well, if it weren’t 4:30am, I might’ve been able to come up with where another one was. But at the time, which was early, nothing popped into my head. I told him it was broken and to go back to bed with buckeye (see, child? Your world isn’t completely torn upside down. That’ll come in another month or so after you get a new sibling and then we uproot you and move to a new house and town).
So he returned to bed only to get up about 20 minutes later to go potty. He actually went (I was impressed. Not so impressed that I didn’t put a new diaper on him. Come one, one challenge per middle-of-the-night period, please). Then at 5:30 he came wondering in, upset and apparently “unable” to sleep binkyless. He got into bed with me and as soon as he rolled to the tummy and I could tell that he was going to fall asleep, I knew that I, on the other hand, would not. So I was banished to the couch while he continues to snooze in my bed at 8:30am. He’s going to stay there until he’s satisfied on the sleeping end because who knows what nap time could look like today.
For those of you thinking, why not just buy a new binky… I. Just. Can’t. We’ve been patiently waiting for the law of nature to take it’s course on this stupid piece of plastic and allow H boy to just live through the natural ramifications of being 2 with a paci. He’s known/been warned that this is his last bink. I can’t go back now. 
So, as if we don’t have enough going on… add a new regime of sleep training. Oh, and the hard drive on our new computer crashed. Beautiful. I’d love to spend an hour on the phone this morning with customer support. Watch out, inbound call support technician. It’ll be best for everyone if you just promise to send me a new hard drive. Really, let’s save us some time.
Well, the other child is requesting a new diaper as the current one emanates an odor. They really are under the impression that I’m superwoman.

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you learn something new every day

Yesterday I hit the quota and made up for lost time. A brief listing.

1. 6 or 7 large boxes from the Speedway dumpster will only get one small room sorted into yard sale/moving piles. 
2. When doing the sorting thing, it’s going to look worse before it gets better. 
3. The educational system will keep the paper industry in business; it’s amazing what we find to make a ditto sheet out of.
4. When sorting the powerpoints and handouts, sometimes there are differing opinions on “I’ll use that again someday.” 
5. The same can be said about objects such as passport holders. 
6. When your son tends toward the OCD side of the scale, you can use it to your advantage. As he refuses to put on his jammies, a threat that he’ll just go to bed with nudie buns results in immediate acquiescence. Going to bed in anything other than his normal jammies would not be satisfactory in his eyes. Win. 
7. Having the chicken thawed does not guarantee it will be ready at the appointed dinner time. 
8. Dietsch’s is closed on Mondays. 
9. No matter how exhausted you are, it’s difficult to sleep once you start pondering mortgage numbers. 
10. People are good. Whether supplying large boxes (see number one, sometimes we need backup), telling me not to bother sending lunch with the kiddos or sending a list of things to look forward to in the new community, people want to help. And it’s okay to take them up on it. 
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perhaps if it’s public, I’ll follow through

I took the week off of work to be productive for our upcoming life change events (ie, having a baby, selling a house, buying a house, uprooting, starting a job…). But all I really want to do is plan a trip to the zoo. Or start a new book. But husband convinced me today that some of this will be easier with only 2 kids instead of 3, one of which won’t be able to spend the whole day at the sittter’s quite yet. So here’s the to do list thus far:

1. Wash windows
2. Plant annuals to make the house prettier
3. Power wash the back deck. 
4. Re top the driveway (this is husband’s responsibility, not mine, but needs to be on the list). 
5. Sort books to keep and sell/giveway
6. Sort fancy glassware to sell
7. Sort kitchen utensils that I’ve never used to sell
8. Mulch (again, requires husband)
I’m not sure if you know this about me, but I HATE packing. So the next few months might just be attempts to avoid the inevitable. 
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