I look around my house today, and I see: so much laundry I don't even want to think about it. Most of it is clean and just needs put away...however, it has sat in baskets and will need tossed back in the dryer to unwrinkle it. Then I see that sink full of dishes hubby has promised to wash for the last few days. I honestly hate running out of paper/plastic plates/cups/forks/spoons because THAT is what happens. Then I see all the medicines that I need to find a "home" for...because the back of the counter just isn't cutting it anymore. It's either getting too cramped, or just looks redneck, I don't know which. Then there's 5 different plates of food I have heated up and made for Elijah since we got home at 4 pm. He ate a few of the sausages, then decided he didn't want them. He decided after I got the hotdogs out of the microwave that he didn't want them after all, at all. The french fries that I took a total of almost 30 minutes (heating up the oven, putting in, and baking) are still sitting in the tray because he didn't want them either. The chicken nuggets have the same story as the french fries...they have both been left in the dust.
I don't even want to go any farther than my kitchen. The living room got cleaned this weekend, so it's all good. Elijah's room isn't that bad, really. I just cleaned it top to bottom a few days ago. RaeLynne's room on the other hand...well! I did take over 20 bags of stuff that hadn't got unpacked from our move in DECEMBER taken to the Special Olympics bin. Some was picked up by friends, but most went to the bin. Now, I really just need to weed out the toys that she doesn't play with or want anymore, clean up a little more, and sweep and do the final touches. I really would love to have a cabinet/shelf of some sort in her room that all her asthma supplies could go in. Anyways, moving on. The kid's bathroom could use a good scrub, but it's not dirty. Take a few more steps into my room, and you'd swear there was just a tornado. It's the go-to room when someone is coming over and I have a lot of stuff that needs to GO somewhere. I need to organize, get rid of, and just weed out the crap that I don't need or want. Hubby did tell me that if I got rid of all the clothes/stuff I don't wear/use in my closet, I could go to the thrift stores 50% off sales at the end of the month and re-buy! You don't know what that means to a mom that literally wears the same 5 outfits because I have grown to hate the same stuff I've had since pre-kids. I am taking him up on that offer. It's not often I get "permission" to buy anything. But hey, I work full time+ hours and I can honestly buy whatever I want to with my money...however, I do know that we have priorities and I don't. It's nice to hear that I *CAN* if I want! Then on to our bathroom, and it really could just be cleaned real good. It's not bad, it's not good, it just needs cleaned.
I am overwhelmed just thinking about what I need to do. Elijah is watching tv in his room (don't even think about saying a thing to me about him having a tv in his room!! Both of the kids do, and sometimes, it's my only sanity!) When I am busy with Elijah, RaeLynne knows how to turn her tv on and entertain herself for x amount of time while Bubby needs help.
Just a few minutes ago, after starting this post, I heard Rae say "Mommy, Mommy...I KNOW all MY letters!!! The IPad says so!!!" She loves to work with Elijah's IPad when he's not, and honestly, it has been a great thing for her! We have lots of letter/number learning apps as well as phonics, reading, and writing apps. She has really blossomed since he got it! She can read along with Super Why! and can always answer questions that Dora or Diego ask on their show. Then I flash back to November 13th, the night before she was born, and the NICU pediatrician had came into my room to tell me her "odds" of making it if she were born in the next few days. She was born at 26 weeks and I was in the hospital for weeks before having her. Every few days a dr. like this one would come in my room and let me know how her chances were looking. At this particular visit, they weren't good. I think we were up to about 10 percent chance of survival. Her weight was under 2 lbs, she was very small, and we knew she'd be fragile. We decided to do my glucose testing that night/the next day...but I NEVER had to drink the nasty sugar stuff...we never got that far. She came that morning at 8:30am! So, as soon as I knew we were headed to the OR (I had a placental abruption) I KNEW she was going to die. I knew we'd be leaving without her, and I knew I may not make it myself. Low and behold, she was a freaking fighter, and she extubated herself just a few days after being born. Why is this relevant you ask? Well, because just a few years ago I was told she wouldn't even survive. Now, I hear that she knows all of her letters and numbers to 30. Overwhelming?
Well, yes. I'm on the verge of tears right now. But, little man has decided that he wants something else to eat, and since we have went through the 4 things he will eat, I need to figure out what that thing is! :)
E.
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