I Am Go For Launch

Enough I say! Enough with the wheezy lungs and the palely loitering. Enough with displaying all the volition of brown winter slush. I informed my husband that, starting fresh after March Break I had big plans to...have big plans.

Sunday was bright and sunny and spring-like. Eve went to play at her friend's house and I went through her clothes to make the spring stuff more accessible and get rid of the outgrown things.

I buy my kids' clothes too big. Not stupidly big, and not things like shoes, but if I can reasonably go a size up and have something fit a little longer, I will. The problem is, then once it's in their drawers or closets, I forget that just because it's too big now doesn't mean it will be forever. Because kids -- they keep on growing, the little buggers. So here I am going through Eve's underwear drawer, the underwear that I put out for her to wear every morning, which she happily wears. And I find that the biggest pairs in there, the ones I thought were the exact right size, are size SIX -- and she just turned EIGHT. And there's only a few of those pairs -- and the rest are even SMALLER.

I'm not sure what to be first -- disgusted with my cluelessness, or impressed with how my daughter maintains her sunny disposition even wearing underwear that's four sizes too small.

After tossing out a bunch of tiny adorable undies, I walked over to Eve's friend's house to have tea with the friend's Mom and then walk home with Eve. The girls had been playing outside for hours and she didn't even know I was there for an hour and then I had to call Matt to come pick us up because she couldn't walk another STEP (her underwear was probably too tight).

Monday was snowing. I forced myself out to the gym anyway (big plans will not be derailed by snow. Or really bad hair). I went to three different grocery stores for the right yeast and Eve's coconut yogurt, went home and made a honey-curry marinade for pork tenderloin for dinner, carried Eve's cast-off clothes downstairs and sorted them, took the kids to piano, went to the library and paid off my fines (I think of it as a donation), brought the kids home, made dinner, helped Eve with her science project, read Still Alice, felt absolutely certain I was in the beginning stages of Alzheimer's, went to sleep. I know -- it's a slow day for most people, but it's more than I did for most of the last six weeks. And I did it all without crying. Or coughing. Much.

Today...wow, me not obsessing about being slothful and despairing is almost as boring as me obsessing about being slothful and despairing. Among the normal Tuesday stuff, today I am finally at the point where getting my hair cut, as horrible as it is, is still better than NOT getting my hair cut. In other words, I can't live like this any more. I also FINALLY called the dishwasher guy, which is HUGE -- I'm finally over thinking that it's quaint to have half your dishes come out covered with multi-coloured glued-on crap, AND somehow at the exact moment when I decided I was ready to dial the number and use my words like a big girl, the tiny purple scrap of paper I wrote the phone number on was magically available -- isn't it great when Me and The Universe suck less concurrently? Tomorrow I might do something crazy like make appointments with the eye doctor. Stand back, folks. I'm unstoppable.

Comments

Alicia said…
Sounds like a productive day to me! You go girl!
Coconut yogurt as in coconut flavoured or made from coconut milk? I've been on a search for the latter.
Nicole said…
Coconut yogurt? That sounds yummy. You went to three grocery stores in one day? Sometimes I have to go to three grocery stores in a week and I think that's exhausting. The thing is, there are some brands that are only available at a particular store and sometimes I run out of everything at the same time. So what I'm saying is, I totally understand. Today I made two appointments for my kids that I have been putting off weirdly for two weeks. Why is it so hard to pick up the phone sometimes? I don't know, but it IS.
Anonymous said…
I've one upped you with the eye doctor as I made an appt. last week after wearing my 1 month disposable contacts for 5 months (my eyes are hardly even oozy) but there is still the dentist...
Bridget said…
Wow, girl, you got a lot done!!
Sandra said…
Woah, slow down Nelly! One thing at a time. First get the girl some fitting underwear, then maybe the eyedoctor. Don't want to burn out :)...ok, I totally laughed at the comment that Eve couldn't want because her underwear was too tight!
Shan said…
I am impressed.
Magpie said…
My daughter's underwear is all too small too.
Ms. G said…
Oh God! Not the eye doctor! You know I'm serious. Did you go through with it? That's a lot of phone calls for one week. My dishwasher has been broken for a year.
Amber said…
I do the same thing with clothes for the kids. My son was wearing a shirt a while back in an 18 months size. He is FOUR. Silly, especially since I have an actual 18 month old who should be wearing said shirt.
Wrath Of Mom said…
Please send the dishwasher repair guy to my house. I'm getting so desperate I may be forced to HAND WASH the dishes!
Anonymous said…
I have had plans to call the vet to make my cat's annual appointment for 2 months now. But you've inspired me. I'll totally do it. Soon. Ish.
Wow. It's like you and I have the same dishwasher and head of hair. Last weekend my husband carefully suggested that I might want to get my hair cut. I knew it must be a bad scene when he did that since he is of the clueless variety. To be fair it had been 11 months, and I totally survived the ordeal.

The glued on crap from the dishwasher is still continuing though.
Ernie said…
Not sure if I should leave my comment here or over at my blog, expanding at my blog but . . . either way, this is so funny and YES, been there. Why must these youngsters cling to the itty bitty under graments of their toddler years?

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