This week is nuts and getting nuttier by the day.
And I'm hoping that by taking a moment and writing it all down, I'll prevent the anxiety attack that I feel trying to creep it's way to full force panic mode. Considering I almost had David take me to the hospital Sunday when I couldn't breathe with a panic attack over my FLOORS BEING DIRTY I think it's legit to say I'm bordering on CRAZY in a big way.
And crazy certainly wouldn't describe why my ass thought it would be a good idea to climb down an embankment at nearby Shelley Lake yesterday after I accidentally tossed Lila's little Buster dog figure (Buster - he's friends with Darby, the know-it-all human friend of Tigger and Piglet and Whinnie the Pooh) over the boardwalk and into the water while the kids - Jack and Lila - were feeding the ducks. Maybe they were Geese. Are Geese ducks? Little did I know that Lila had also stuffed Buster along with her Angelina Ballerina doll behind Andy's back in the stroller, so when I pull Angelina out so Andy can sit up right, Buster took a nose dive for the water. And she didn't even notice. I should have just left it at that and when she asked where he was a million times I could just tell her we left him at home and let David come with some story about where he was hiding. But no, I was going to be super mom and rescue that stupid dog before she even knew he was gone. GO ME.
But instead of finding that dog when I stuck my hands in the freezing cold water I got wet leaves and the water was too muddy to see to the bottom. Nicole's all, GET BACK HERE ALREADY. So I turn to climb UP the embankment, slip and my ass ends up in the water. The water that is freezing cold. Wet jeans. The best part - the kids didn't notice me but did notice that something scarred the geese away. Not until I'm back on the boardwalk laughing hysterically, Nicole looking like she doesn't want to be seen with me and really, who could blame her, does Lila say, "Mommy, why you all wet?"
Fast forward to today when the plumber shows up to replace parts and wow, does it turn into a bigger mess than I thought. And it seemed like a pretty big mess yesterday when he's drilling two-foot sized holes in the drywall and ceiling to access pipes. But now those pipes can't come out the way we thought and they are going to have REMOVE my kitchen cabinets along with TWO walls to get it all done. Oh and hi my house was built like a decade before 1978 when people STOPPED using lead paint so if it does test positive for lead paint there are all these special ways that have to remove the walls and my butt isn't going to stick around and watch. Not with my kids' brains to save and all. So maybe we'll have a little vacation in Ramseur for the week. I can have a panic attack ANYWHERE!