Oh Saturday, How I Love Thee

Friday was a decent ending to my work week. Thank God.

After I got off yesterday morning I had to take Abbi to update her immunizations. While we were there I found that she had 2 extra immunizations given 2 years ago and since she's 4 now we were able to get her 1 away from being ready for Kindergarten in 2 years. They didn't have any flu shots at the time but she still ended up getting poked twice in each arm. She's never cried a day in her life while getting shots, not one single time in the 4 years of her life. Yesterday, however, she was SCREAMING bloody murder before the lady even had the needle an inch from her arm. They show you how to hold them so they don't squirm but it took every muscle in my body to hold her still. We kept telling her that if she was still it would be ok but she continued to wriggle. I was NOT happy about her behavior. I know she's 4 and she was scared, but she was acting ridiculous. She talked about her shots the rest of the day.

Abigail bugged me most of the day yesterday to go over to PaPa's house so when I got off I called to be sure that was ok. I took her to my dad's then came home to work on some at-home lesson plans for when she's done with day care (which I still haven't told her about). When I had worked on them long enough I went to get her and ended up staying for a couple of hours because, as usual, she wasn't ready to go. My dad and I both ended up dozing on and off while she cuddled and watched Dora and Diego and finally it was time for us to come home and Dad to get ready for work. I stopped by McDonald's to pick up something for me to eat and ended up burning my tongue on some very hot french fries. It hurt all night long. Scott came home not long after we got back and Abbi was ready for bed. We watched an episode of Survivor and I talked to my friend Katie on the phone and finally passed out for a decent nights sleep.

This morning I woke up and made cinnamon rolls. They cooked perfectly and were DELICIOUS. I burned my hand on the pan while putting the icing on, but it's ok. I showered and went to pay rent, where I was thouroughly irritated with the stupidity of the leasing agent that runs the office. When I got back Scott was on the computer so I went to watch my recorded episode of So You Think You Can Dance where I was shortly interrupted by him asking me to watch it later so that he could finish his Championship game on the PS3 before he goes to work (at 230 pm). At that point I figured it was time for me to come in here and blog.

Our friend Kristine had her baby, Macee, on Tuesday and it's gotten me so ready for Emmalie to be here. 9 more weeks, give or take, and I just can't wait. Even though Abigail was not even close to ready at a week before the due date, I am still worried that she could come early and I'm not going to be prepared. Thankfully, my friends are throwing me a baby shower and that will enable me to feel a bit better. We have to work on how to save some money and figure out when we can start purchasing things ourselves, plus moving furniture in the house to make room for baby. Not to mention that some reorganizing MUST be done around here because this place is a disaster. Today I really want to go thru Abbi's room and get rid of some stuff. There's just too much in there and it's hard to keep it clean. The closets need to be cleaned out, my dresser needs to be cleaned out, the desk needs to be cleaned, that bathroom needs to be gone through...there is just a lot that needs to be done. Problem is, I'm usually too lazy, tired or busy to do it. My biggest concern is the co-sleeper we're wanting for Emmalie to sleep in until we move out and by a crib. We have a play yard at Dad's house but I'd really like to have the co-sleeper. I'm trying this "worry about it later" thing. Thing about the later is that's a lot of stuff that is built up for later!

Abbi is still not aware that Mom and Dad are split up and that Grams no longer lives there. I'm hoping to hold off on that for a while. I'm still freakin' out about the holidays. It's so far away yet so close. Adding to the normal holiday stresses is the fact that we're going to have a newborn. Ahhh!

Thankfully, I have this great daughter who likes to play by herself a lot and entertain herself with her vivid imagination. She goes off and plays dress-up for hours. She'll sit and watch a movie, or 2, or 3 for a long time too if I let her. I'm thinking this will be very helpful when Emmalie is here and needs our attention or we need to rest. I know she's going to be a very good helper as well. She's SUPER excited to be a big sister!

Next week I'm working a split-shift again, even though that was supposed to end this week. But the week after I go to 630-330 (or so) each day. It will be so nice to leave that building and not have to come back. Also, I am hoping to get more hours with this set shift and therefore have a better paycheck. Paying bills is slightly important! And so is saving money. As long as Scott's raise comes into effect before Emmaile is born, we should be ok. I only get 3 weeks paid leave.

Wow, my tummy is growling! I think it's time for some lunch. What to have...what to have...