Well my first part is my initials dj for my name (my first and last name) and then I said this when I was describing my tattoo that I am a big Elvis fan so I use his logo with I love and that's TCB (taking care of business) and my favorite race car driver is #24.

So far my "fun" started last Friday at the dr and as you already may know began with tonsilitis and bronchitis.

We found out today that our new kitchen sink - I mean every single pipe replaced this summer - is leaking all over! Couldn't do dishes, run the dishwasher!

I've been in "manic" mode with trying to get stuff organized around the house because the little one is literally going to be crawling any day now. It's more stress on me to be worried about all the stuff in her path that shouldn't be there than literally killing myself trying to find a place for everything. (I was in the middle of cleaning out closets, etc when the worst pain hit in Aug, so let's just say it's been a project "in progress" for quite some time) And yes, my body is telling me that I am killing myself..because it yells at me every hour! (lol) I NEVER would have thought it could take over two weeks just to clean out old clothes, pack them to donate and then transition from summer to fall/winter clothing!! UGH!

This is what happens when you work for 10 min, sit for 15, run to the crying baby and entertain her for 20 min, then run back to the pile that you left in the hallway that the cat is trying to chew away, then the baby wants to eat, then it's 4pm and you realize you haven't eaten for the day, then the dogs have to go out, oh yeah, gotta get the rest of that pile out! Need more rest! Need more pain meds! Baby needs a bottle!AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!! THEY'RE COMING TO TAKE ME AWAY! HA HA!! THEY'RE COMING TO TAKE ME AWAY!!!!

Ok, I'm fine now. Like I was saying, this giggle time was very much needed and very appreciated. I think I'm going to finally breathe now and enjoy the quiet of the house since everyone else is in bed. It's all I can do considering it's midnight here.

This is what happens when you work for 10 min, sit for 15, run to the crying baby and entertain her for 20 min, then run back to the pile that you left in the hallway that the cat is trying to chew away, then the baby wants to eat, then it's 4pm and you realize you haven't eaten for the day, then the dogs have to go out, oh yeah, gotta get the rest of that pile out! Need more rest! Need more pain meds! Baby needs a bottle!AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!! THEY'RE COMING TO TAKE ME AWAY! HA HA!! THEY'RE COMING TO TAKE ME AWAY!!!!

Geez...I read this and thought for a minute that I had written it, til it got to the part about a baby and a bottle. My only crying baby is a 60lb lab/chow who somehow always gets his way.

Post edited by: Tuxy, at: 10/02/2008 01:05