Exhaustipated
Whew! What a day! It was go go go go from the minute the grocery delivery guy knocked on the door at 7:30. Luckily I was still in bed at that point, though the knock woke me up. Mike took care of the delivery and when I came out of the bedroom three minutes later he was wearing nothing but his underwear. I know Swedes are lax about the clothing (I saw both my sister-in-law and brother-in-law in their underwear on our Christmas trip), but I was still shocked. Luckily, it seems he took his clothes off after the delivery because he was hot. I’d hate to get banned from the delivery list for skimpy attire. I wonder if they have clothing requirements.
My friend called at 8 and wanted to meet up, so off we headed to the park. By the time we got there at 9 the day was already humid and gross–too humid and gross to allow the kids to play much. They were turning red and droopy pretty fast. We headed over to my friend’s house with the intent of letting them play in the water and sand table on the shady deck, but the shady deck was still stifling, so we played in the house instead. She has a giant pile of old sofa pillows in middle of her living room and the kids just l-o-v-e it.
Home for lunch, into the shower, and off to the dentist. Guess who has another cavity! That’s right! I can’t go more than three weeks without visiting my darling doctor dentist. I still have no idea how to say his name.
He had yet another new receptionist. He’s had a different one every single time I’ve been and I’ve been at least 10 times this year. This one was the worst so far. I told her repeatedly that I can go in anytime on Tuesdays or any evening or weekend. “So, how about Friday morning?” Ummmm. No. That’s not a Tuesday or an evening or weekend. “Oh, I have an appointment on Thursday afternoon at 2.” And so on and so forth. The dentist was also exasperated with her. I have a feeling she won’t be there at my next appointment, a Tuesday evening.
I hit the gym directly after the appointment, but had failed to pack my socks. No socks! YUCK! I grit my teeth and decided that if the people of Mexico can run 56 miles in bare feet, I can do a cushy, air conditioned work out with no socks, even if the last time I wore tennies with no socks my feet were so scalded I had to go to the doctor. Not that he actually did anything other than tell me to wear Birkenstocks and always wear socks even if they weren’t cool at the time.
I made it through my cardio warm up and my full body weight routine, but by the end of the routine my feet felt so gross I couldn’t stand the thought of 35 minutes of cardio with the sweat having a free and easy time in my grubby shoes so I made an executive decision and got home early.
I quickly did up a big pot of Mexican soup, threw it in the crockpot to keep it warm, then headed out to a play date with Erik in tow. I was kind of worried about the heat, but there was a little swimming pool and a closed in sun room with a fan so it wasn’t too bad. Plus, Erik is no fool, so he kept running into the house and hanging out in the air conditioned comfort of the kitchen. It was a little awkward because he won’t play with the other kids in this group but I figure if I keep making the effort to go to these things it will eventually pay off.
He finally had a grand time when the host released the three dogs (two older golden retrievers, one golden lab puppy) into the backyard. Oh. My. God. Erik was beside himself with joy and couldn’t contain his excitement. The puppy was wild and bouncy and BIG and knocked the boy over, but the boy didn’t care. He just loved the puppy. He chased the oldest dog out to a shady spot under the tree and spent a good half hour blabbering away to the dog. I really wish we could get him his own dog, but it ain’t goin’ happen while we live in an apartment. I like dogs, but am not enthused about taking care of one even if we had a house with a giant backyard. I don’t need the extra mess. We’ve already established I’m lazy and slothful. Lazy, slothful people don’t need pets that don’t clean up after themselves. Maybe I can get him a couple of guinea pigs some day.
Of course he wanted nothing to do with the swimming pool until I had him dressed to go home, then he jumped in and got wet and we had no dry clothes. How do they always know?
My allergies are in high gear and I’ve had an ice pick sticking out the side of my head all day. I’ve OD’d on advil, but it hasn’t touched the pain. I hope whatever is blooming stops blooming soon.
Mike has to go in at 3 am in the morning, so he’ll be home most of tomorrow. That means he can babysit while I go get a haircut! Whoo-hoo! This weather is killing me and my hair makes it ten times worse. I am going to get shorn. I almost feel like going up and getting my good quilting scissors and taking a hack at it myself, but I’m not quite that desperate. Everyone cross your fingers that I get a good cut! I can either look very cute or VERY ugly with short hair, so I’m hoping that spending lots of money will give me the cute style. If I had the time, I’d call up Tora and try to get into her hairdresser. Her hair is always so cute, but I don’t have the time to drive down there for a cut, even if I could get in tomorrow. Instead, I’ll have to rely on my luck at the fancy salon. Oh how I miss Norma, my stylist from college. Her shop wasn’t too fancy. In fact, it wasn’t a shop at all. It was her bathroom. We’d go over as a group and some of us would babysit her two kids, while she worked her magic. And it was always magic.
I think I better skedaddle and get my butt in bed. I may have had a wee bit of heat stroke this afternoon. I don’t know how I am going to survive the summer.