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Packing

by Veronica on February 21, 2008

I contemplate the boxes in front of me. Amy runs riot around the house, content in her own company. I take the time to pack some things up.

I start with Amy’s books. I have about 90% packed when Amy discovers what I am doing. Suddenly it is like Christmas and she gleefully starts removing books from the box.

I stand up and remove her from her discovering. She gets plonked on the couch with 2 of her favourite books, they won’t be packed until the day before the move.

She tosses the books aside and returns to helping me. I wonder if sitting on her would be a bad thing. At least then she wouldn’t be undoing everything I have done already?

No, she squirms too much to be sat on. Plus, I think I am probably a little heavy for her. It is still tempting me though.

I put it out of my mind.

I repack all the books that Amy has removed from the box and try to convince her to help.

‘Sweetie? Put the book back in the box. No, Amy, put it IN the box. Don’t take another one out! Look, okay, now you have 2, surely that is enough? HEY! No no no! You can’t climb into the box as well! Get back out of there! Help Mummy put the books into this box.’

She looks at me as if I am daft and keeps removing books from the box. I end up with a vision of my daughters head poking out of a sea of books, unable to move, but happy because the box hasn’t defeated her.

I shake my head and try to move on.

Amy runs away and looks back at me inviting me to chase her. How can I resist? We spend 10 minutesrunning around the house giggling before I sit back down to pack.

I get all the books done and start to pack DVD’s. Amy decides that it is great fun to open all the DVD cases and hand me the discs and covers separately. Unfortunately I can’t seem to teach her how to match them back together.

Amy runs away again and I resume the packing of the DVD’s.

I close the box up and lug it out to the sunroom, where it joins the boxes of computer stuff that Nathan packed.

I wander around the house, wondering what else I can pack before I completely lose motivation. Maybe my novels? No, they will be going in plastic bags.

The kitchen? Great thought, but we still need to eat for the next 8 days.

Maybe the linen.

Maybe the non-essential clothes.

I pondder these, but I come to the conclusion that as soon as I pack all the linen, Amy will guaranteed get sick and vomit over everything.

I resolve to not tempt Murphy. I leave the linen in the cupboard and the clothes where they are. I will pack them the night before the move.

I start on Amy’s non-essential toys. Funnily enough, everytime I put something in the box it becomes the NEWEST! FAVOURITEST! toy and god forbid I should dare take it away from her.

Finally after I pack the box eleventy hundred times, I am able to close the flaps.

I find myself wondering is packing the toddler is a bad idea….

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I did a pregnancy test this morning and got a negative. The spotting changed to bright bright red before I went to bed, but by this morning had gone back to brown.

No idea what is going on, but it certainly isn’t a period. (yeah, my periods have never been that shade of bright red)

I probably need to see a doctor, but I won’t be able to get near one until Wednesday and by then I would imagine that whatever is going on will have stopped.

Ah well. Onwards and upwards. I still have an entire kitchen/bathroom/loungeroom to pack.

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File This Under TMI

by Veronica on February 20, 2008

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I got my period on time, even though we know we nailed the timing. However, my period only lasted 3 days (normally 7) before fading off into some on again/off again spotting before finishing.

I also normally have terrible period pain and this time I didn’t have a single cramp or ache.

Then on Sunday I had a little more spotting (4 days after my period finished), very unusual for me because I never spot mid cycle. Ever. Once my period has stopped, that it is.

So after a little spotting Monday (not even enough to warrant a panty liner) a bit yesterday and a bit this morning, I am now feeling crampy and yucky and the spotting is getting a touch heavier and is more pinky that brown.

Nathan is going to buy me a preg test tonight before he goes to work, but I won’t be able to do it until the morning (it is late Wednesday night at the moment).

So my internets what do you think?

Is a pregnancy possible or not?

Ah also, we haven’t been having sex (too many other things going on since my period finished) so I can’t even blame it on sex.

Ideas?

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WTH?

by Veronica on February 19, 2008

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How the hell did it get this late without me actually getting hardly anything done? Dude, I need an extra few hours in my day. You know, those ones that don’t actually count towards anything.

Now I could have a whine about my dialup and how it keeps dropping out on me. With no warning, just BOOM! Please reconnect!

And then? Once I have redialled to connect? My ISP’s computer thingy won’t connect to me.

Dodgy bloody thing. Ah well, what can I expect for nothing.

We got the very final bits of paperwork for the house in today.

10 days people, 10 days!

Then! We can move!

And we can get a puppy!

And put in a vegie garden!

Anyway, would you like to see what I have been doing all evening?

Food!

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No No NO!

by Veronica on February 18, 2008

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There are some things I swear I will never do again if I can help it. Most of these are work related but some aren’t.

I will never crumb scallops. Time in the kitchen crumbing 8kg scallops 2 times a week has ruined scallops for me.

I don’t want to work with fillo pastry. I will however, eat it and complement whoever made it, because damn that stuff is fiddly.

I HATE mopping. With a vengance. Nathan mops our house, unless Amy spills something really sticky and it can’t be fixed with a cloth. Yes, that does mean I would rather get down on my hands and knees and scrub the floor with a cloth rather than mop it. I’m difficult like that.

I will never sleep with someone twice my age. EVER. AGAIN.

I will never spend time in a walk in freezer without wearing a jacket. Brrrrr. Also? I hate packing away groceries.

I will never run, slip in oil and land under the dishwasher. Not if I can help it baby, that one hurt!

I will never work until 1am alone. Motherhood is different.

I will never jullienne enough vegetables to fill a 20 litre bucket. Nope, no way, no how.

I will never make mayonaise from scratch by hand. My arm ached for days!

I will never share house.

I will never let anyone smoke cones in my (and my boyfriends) bedroom at 1am. NEVER. EVER. AGAIN.

I will not tolerate kitty litter. Especially uncleaned litter boxes. *shudder* That one is so bad, I don’t want to think about it.

I don’t want to ever have to lock a dog inside for any amount of time. Again? So bad I don’t want to think about it.

I won’t eat mussels cooked in a restaurant.

I won’t drink Woodstock Bourbon and Coke. Even the smell makes me sick now. Or vodka and coke. *shudder*