Labor Day Weekend Recap

Two of my sisters, one with her baby in tow, came to visit over Labor Day weekend and help me celebrate my birthday.  Both showed up on Thursday evening, one (plus her mini) by plane and one by car.

Sweet thing in a swing

This sweet thing in a swing was apparently a dream on the plane

I drove straight to the airport from work to get one girl plus her baby girl, and then got home with them to a house that was smashingly decorated . . .

Happy Birthday to me!

Happy Birthday to me!

Though it was clearly done by a couple of short guys . . .

Decorations right at Jack/Liam height

Decorations right at Jack/Liam height

Not my most flattering pic, but Hannah looks perfect as always

Not my most flattering pic, but Hannah looks perfect as always.  I did as much of this as Ms. Mama’s Girl would allow, which was not much

The boys had bought me a chantilly berry cake from Whole Foods, plus a mason jar of late summer flowers, and a “cactus.”  It’s actually a Jade plant, just a succulent (no spines!), but Jack will not be convinced that it’s not a baby cactus that will develop spikes when it grows up.

My birthday "cactus"

My birthday “cactus”

The group

The group

Two faces that love to share . . .

Two faces that love to share toys  . . .

After cake and greetings, the second sister arrived late.  We shared a glass of wine and then all went to bed, long days for all three.

The next morning the spouse flew to Philly for a conference.  It was just the girls and the little boys, and we took them to the park Friday morning early, before it got blazing hot.

He asked me to take this one

He asked me to take this one

We always bring random stuff everywhere

We always bring random stuff everywhere

She got some grubby knees/shins after crawling all over the place - now she walks!

She got some grubby knees/shins after crawling all over the place – now she walks!

This one sweats like it's his job out there

This one sweats like it’s his job out there

We all got hot after an hour or so (even at 8 in the morning), and meandered back home for cold drinks and indoor play.  I had a lunchtime meeting, so got myself dressed and went into work for a few hours, but then I got out of the office and we all managed to wrangle the children into a fave Mexican place for Friday night dinner.

We braved dinner out

Behind me is a wall with a corner, and we trapped Craig in that corner all night, while my sister had to fish her baby from off the table and deposit her back in the high chair about 100 times.  Squirrely.

 

Avoiding sitting in the chair like it's made of fire

Avoiding sitting in the chair like it’s made of fire

Saturday morning we again decided to head out super early, before it got blazing hot, and took a bike ride around Audubon park.  Sadly, it was only after I had the kids with helmets in hand and getting loaded in the car that I realized that I have three sons, and two bikes.  Oh Lord.  There were tears.  However, we worked out a compromise that involved taking turns.

Even with ice water, everyone was boiling

Even with ice water, everyone was boiling

So we cooled down with some snoballs

So we cooled down with some snoballs

Jack's was king cake flavored

Jack’s was king cake flavored

Sweaty baby wanted "green kind!" so he ended up with a pretty tart lime

Sweaty baby wanted “green kind!” so he ended up with a pretty tart lime

After all the sweaty sticky outdoor time, some little imp needed a bath

After all the sweaty sticky outdoor time, some little imp needed a bath

Monkey see monkey do.  Porky Craig didn't fit quite as well in the sink, but he insisted after watching Hannah's bath

Monkey see monkey do. Porky Craig didn’t fit quite as well in the sink, but he insisted after watching Hannah’s bath

We had pork chops, asparagus, and baked potatoes for dinner that night, and got the kiddoes down before enjoying lots of wine and conversation among the girls.  Most of us couldn’t stay up too much later than the kids – even with three adults on four kids, it’s still pretty exhausting.

The next day we went swimming at our local gym, and when the indoor pool proved a bit chilly, we cut swimming short and went and played basketball a while instead.  I didn’t catch any pix of that, sadly, but it was good times, and we wore the turkeys out.  We had po boys for lunch and I want to say NOTHING for dinner, because we were still stuffed from the po boys (it’s possible we ordered a pizza or something, but I can’t remember).  Another evening of playing puzzles, drinking wine, and chatting, and then it was bedtime.

The next morning I had to take Amanda and Hannah to the airport pretty darn early, and my car didn’t start.  Luckily my other sister’s car was working fine, so we got the luggage and car seat transferred to her car toot sweet and made it to the airport on time.  (We had to replace the battery, but that’s done and it was a minor repair).  My next sister hung around for the morning, and we had a good breakfast and some leftover po boys for lunch, and did lots of chatting in between that time.  She’s the one who just got married, so we had lots of fun talking about married life.  (She and her new hubs are on their honeymoon right now in France, floating on a boat down a narrow canal, I AM SO JELLY).

And that was my weekend – two weekends ago!  Last weekend we had some friends in town from my last law firm – they came by to watch football and chat.  This weekend another set of friends from the old law firm were in town, and we went out to dinner with them and had a great time.  Next weekend my brother might be here . . . and more of my old law firm friends are coming in October and November.  The nice thing about living in New Orleans is that everyone comes to visit at one time or another!

Have a great week – I’m off to enjoy the last bit of Sunday with my boys.

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Saturday Morning Meal Planning!

So!  Meal planning is back.  Allowing us to rely on a less elevated fare for a short while helped get us through the home purchase (very stressful) and move.  Now that we’re here and largely settled (still need our shed delivered and built so we can get the “garage stuff” out of our living room, but we’re close), planning meals and cooking feels less like “another thing on my plate I can’t get to,” and more like it used to . . . fun.  My abandonment of the meal planning for a few months was also an exercise in trying some new strategies for feeling less buffeted by responsibilities.  It worked, and I learned a lesson I keep having to re-learn again and again . . . it doesn’t have to be All In or All Out. Sometimes you can let things go without feeling like you’re letting things slip . . . As best I can, I’m trying to make smart choices about where I spend my time and energy.  Most weeks, this is a worthwhile place for my precious efforts.  (Although I’ve been so busy at work these days, we’ve been eating at 7:30 pm most nights!)

(A new thing I’ve started is meditation.  There’s an eight week program sponsored by Seyfarth Shaw and the National Association of Women Lawyers, and I’m participating in it and actually trying to meditate daily, for a minimum of two minutes and sometimes up to ten.  It’s helped a ton with stress and happiness.  I’ve got weeks to go before real lasting change begins to happen, but I can already see it’s worth the time!)

I have a post started all about my sisters’ weekend here in town, plus some lilypads we have to look forward to in the coming year.  I will probably even be able to take a bit of vacation next year!  I billed a 200 hour month last month (even though we moved!), and I’m on track for the same now, which is only really tolerable for two reasons: (1) the people I work for are just hired someone new so we have help, aka this won’t last forever, and (2) I’m going to over-bill and get myself set up for some time off in the future . . . (and (2.5) – although I’m busy I have a lot of control over when I do things and I get amazing amounts of billing done at 4am, I have a great team of partners who work with each other to make sure I prioritize things in the way that’s best for the group instead of fighting with each other over who gets my attention, they’re starting to trust me and be really hands-off, and the work is substantive, interesting, and diverse – I think working in a law firm as a fifth year is ten million times better than as a third year).

The move, the settling in, the meditation, the fall – it’s all working together to make life a lot more pleasant, on a day to day basis, than it has been for a while.  I’m tired, but largely happy.  It’s been a while since I could say that.

For now, Craig is bee bopping around and the boys are vegging on video games, which we shouldn’t allow to last all day, so I’ve got to wrap it up and pay attention to the kids.  I’m planning the week’s meals, writing up a grocery list, and then may see if the spouse wants to take turns going to the gym.  Happy Saturday to all.

Beef with snow peas

Easy crockpot baked ziti

Turkey tetrazzini (looks good Lag Liv!  Giving it a try.)

Chili lime chicken kabobs (a friend dropped off a bag of about fifty limes from his lime tree, and I’ve been putting lime slices in my water pitcher at work and trying to make lime flavored things, just to use them all up.)

PW perfect potato soup

And this (smothered baked chicken burritos) is a thing I made last week which I highly, highly recommend.  I used the cheese sauce on the burritos, but we had leftovers and I drizzled it over some leftover boiled red potatoes, mixed in some frozen mixed veg, and had a nice veggie/cheese/potato dish that was great for lunches the rest of the week.

 

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Live from the City of Angels

I’m writing this from a giant fluffy nest of pillows and futon in my room on the eleventh floor of a hotel in downtown Los Angeles.  I’m here for a couple of days, celebrating the marriage of one of my favorite people, a law school bestie.  I flew out yesterday morning, billing time on the plane.  I’m writing an appellate brief right now, and flying up over the clouds is actually a kind of great place for thinking more broadly and creatively about complicated legal issues, so I made really good progress on the brief.  Although since airplane seats are seriously so miniscule these days, and the dude in front of me laid his seat back to take a looooong nap, it was a  bit of a challenge to type with my laptop shoved up into my abdomen.

The past couple of weeks have been good ones, busy ones.  The boys started school, and we’ve been slowly but steadily chipping away at the moving-in tasks, before and after work and on weekends.  We sold some furniture and purchased some other furniture and curtains – for the first two weeks in the house we had no curtains in the master bedroom, which faces the street, and so we had to tiptoe around in the dark at night and change clothes in the closet.  We still need a couple of rugs.  The upstairs bedrooms have wall to wall carpet, but the carpet is a sisal style that is rough on your tootses.  Jack came out the other morning and said “Mom – we gotta do something about this carpet.  It hurts my feet!”  I can’t kneel on it to get Craig dressed – I have to put a pillow down.  There are a few other items on the “want” list, including bar stools for the giant kitchen island, a large couch, area rugs for downstairs, bookshelves . . . but we’ve got the basics for now, so that we can get largely unpacked and functional.

We love our neighbors.  Across the street is a little boy who falls (in age) right between Jack and Liam, and the three of them are already inseparable.  When I come home from work he’s either at our house or the boys are at his house.  We’re making friends with his parents, too.  There’s a 12 year old girl across the street who will be babysitting for us at some point – she seems very sweet.  I have not yet met the blind man who owns all the lime trees next door, but I look forward to befriending him, not just for the potential limeade and key lime pie and lime-cilantro chicken I’m gonna get to make. . . but that does factor into my enthusiasm.

The boys started school, and it’s going well.

Three backpacks

Three backpacks

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So it’s a week later . . . my radio silence is largely due to being in a real crush at work.  All of us are drowning right now – aaaaah, litigation and its unpredictable ebbs and flows.

The wedding weekend was amazing.  The flight from New Orleans to Los Angeles is direct, and takes about three and a half hours. My flight was uneventful, though I learned that on the same day I’d left, a flight out of New Orleans had been diverted and made an emergency landing because one of the engines essentially fell off. No such shenanigans for my flight, phew.

I arrived in Los Angeles and downloaded Lyft, the West coast competitor to Uber. I learned that most drivers actually drive for both, and once I “price-checked” a Lyft, decided on an Uber instead due to cost, and ended up with the same driver anyway.   On this occasion, my driver was an older man who had been laid off after twenty or so years in the business of mastering movie trailers, and while he looked for something else he drove for Lyft. He had two daughters who his wife stayed home to raise – “we weren’t going to let our children be raised by wolves in some daycare” – he volunteered this after I told him I was a lawyer with three kids. Eh, but truly he was a pleasant man, a bit anxious, and we had plenty of time to get to know one another as we sat parked in L.A. traffic for ages.

After I checked into my hotel, I worked out in the hotel gym for a couple of hours and then got ready for an evening out. My Lyft driver picked me up, and fiddled with her broken phone while driving, until I asked her to quit. She was young and a little bit dumb, and the small talk was pretty painful, but the ride didn’t take long. All out-of-town guests had been invited to the rehearsal dinner, at an Argentine steak house on Melrose. They had rented out a back room and waiters just kept bringing giant plates of food – empanadas, mashed potatoes, hot salted fries, a bubbling cast iron pan of seasoned button mushrooms, a salad with onions and vinaigrette dressing with olives and tomatoes, skirt steak and mounds of rice. The wine flowed, and I sat with friends who had also traveled from New Orleans for the wedding – another law school friend. The bride sat with us most of the night – such good fortune for us, given all of the people pressing for her attention. She couldn’t eat due to nerves, but chatted and introduced us to her betrothed, who we all instantly liked deeply. He hugged us and kissed our cheeks, told us about his heritage – Israeli Jews on one side, and Italian Jersey Catholics on the other (his mother converted). The bride’s parents are Russian Jews who fled the Soviet Union in the 80s and settled in California. Her tiny grandmothers were there, hollering in Russian and fretting over lighting the Shabbat candles while the bride rolled her eyes and petted them lovingly, telling them in Russian that the Shabbat candles were the least of her worries and to please, darling, just hush.

Rehearsal dinner - hearing speeches

Rehearsal dinner – hearing speeches

After the dinner/speeches/being stuffed, I caught a Lyft home – a somewhat sketchy old guy whose car smelled strongly of weed, but who turned out to be quite a character, some sort of performer who drives for extra cash to support his band. He was obnoxious and theatrical, and we had great conversations as we wound our way through L.A. traffic. I arrived in the hotel and proceeded to not sleep all night, due to my terrible insomnia.

The wedding was beautiful.  Traditional Jewish wedding, with a Ketubah (intricate cut paper designs, all in Hebrew, flown in from Israel); beautiful chuppah draped in flowers; the glass stomping; an amazing cantor who sang the whole wedding and charmed our socks off; the hora (that thing where they put the bride and groom up on chairs and dance around them in a circle, and I totally got in that circle, goy though I am!); bedeken di kallah (the veiling of the bride – she wore two veils, one in back for style and one in front for tradition, and her groom checked that it was her underneath – pretty cute);  the seven blessings (she did not walk around him in a circle seven times, though – there wasn’t enough space).  She also had some cute things that I don’t think were “Jewish” – though I’m not sure – including having no attendants and just their entire families stood up under the chuppah next to them, and when her niece and nephew walked up the aisle with their mother, they carried giant pink balloons.

Lovely chuppah, charming cantor

Lovely chuppah, charming cantor

I love the little details at weddings

I love the little details at weddings

Flowers for days

Flowers for days

The wedding was in Laurel Canyon, which is beautiful and also made me a tiny bit claustrophobic

The wedding was in Laurel Canyon, which is beautiful and also made me a tiny bit claustrophobic

The guest book was a slice of tree . . . cool

The guest book was a slice of tree . . . cool

My kids' interest was piqued when they saw these balloons.  Now they want to go to LA, which is apparently the land of giant balloons.

My kids’ interest was piqued when they saw these balloons. Now they want to go to LA, which is apparently the land of giant balloons.

Speeches.  The bride's parents gave the cutest speech - each taking a turn giving advice to the bride and groom.

Speeches. The bride’s parents gave the cutest speech – each taking a turn giving advice to the bride and groom.

I've always wondered why we think giving a bunch of drunk people sparklers at the end of a party is a good idea . . . ;)

I’ve always wondered why we think giving a bunch of drunk people sparklers at the end of a party is a good idea . . . ;)

I love this girl, I loved being invited to her wedding, and I love that I got to go (shout out to the hubs for manning up and taking a weekend solo with the kids, not either of our favorite things to do!)

Law school besties

Law school besties

On Saturday before the wedding, I went to the Santa Monica pier with friends who had also flown in from New Orleans.  The plan was to rent bikes and ride along an asphalt strip designed for bikes (but also populated by a lot of dippy pedestrians who were not paying attention, I almost plowed into several people and not to be mean, but they mighta had it comin’).

A ‘marine layer’ cloud cover made for a chilly start to the morning. I caught a Lyft from my downtown hotel to a coffee place called Toast, on West Third. I met my fellow law school friends at their table outside, already on their second cappuccino and ready to order. I myself had a drip coffee and sourdough egg-and-avocado sandwich, with a side of browned and salted potatoes. I did not pay for many meals in Los Angeles – this was one, and it was glorious. We were fueling up for our excursion.  These friends had rented a car, and I hopped in back as we headed in the direction of Santa Monica, Venice Beach, Muscle Beach, and the other funky little communities along the beach that marks the Santa Monica Channel.

We paid too much for parking and then wandered down to the pier to find the bike rental place. The pier was full of street vendors, carnival rides, small shacks serving hot and greasy food. An aggressive and unfriendly preacher hollered angrily at one end of the pier, and a much kinder and gentler preacher occupied the other end, telling all of Santa Monica to repent their sinning ways. There were dancers, musicians, people who would airbrush your name in Chinese lettering, or do a quick caricature. One girl was bounding around as joyful as a puppy, dressed in a full astronaut getup and holding a rainbow umbrella – her purpose we could not determine, as she had no sign or tip jar and we kept our distance, lest she corner us and be as crazy as she appeared. Behind us was the bustling city, the busy Santa Monica Boulevard. To the north, mountains loomed in the distance, and long and lanky palm trees loped sullenly along the mountain road. Straight ahead, dozens of people fished off the pier. My friend and I strained our eyes in vain for a shark, but just saw a few surfers and brave swimmers – the Pacific is cold, and that marine layer was hanging in there making it pretty chilly at first, but eventually it warmed up to the absolute most pleasant weather you could imagine.  We three swampy overheated New Orleanians all openly pondered moving to this amazing place where you don’t melt the instant you go outside.

We spent two hours cycling through 70 degree, zero percent humidity glorious weather, sea breeze riffling our hair, looking at all the weird and wonderful sights that Venice Beach has to offer.  We stopped for a beer in an open air bar and devoured some chicken nachos, then waited twenty minutes while the befuddled bartender searched for our tab (three beers buddy – just let me pay it please).  It was a really nice, much-needed day.

 

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Santa Monica Pier

The pier.  This is a skort, but I still got some scandalized looks while riding my bike in it.

The pier. This is a skort, but I still got some scandalized looks while riding my bike in it.

View from the pier

View from the pier – it reminded me of Rio de Janeiro, buildings right up to the sand.

Panorama

Panorama

Venice Beach

Venice Beach

Surf

Surf

And now it’s the following weekend, and my sisters are visiting for my birthday.   And they all just woke up, so that’s a post for another day – I’m going to go enjoy them!

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A Beautiful Mess – Part Two

I woke up Tuesday and went to work.  (I worked Tuesday-Wednesday-Thursday, with some major, major briefing going on – thank heavens I’d done that 13 days working in a row and gotten most of it done ahead of time.   I did manage, even with Crazy Brief Times, to get home before 6 each day, and I woke at 5 each day, and I got through an enormous number of boxes in the mornings and nights.)

On Tuesday evening, I was unpacking the kitchen and the big boys were upstairs in the playroom, watching tv.  Craig was running around us with this push-toy he has and loves, even though it’s sorta for littler babies.  He was winding in and out of my legs, running between boxes, all over the place, and then the running stopped and I heard his tiny feet slap-slap-slap up the steps.  He went to join the big boys in the playroom, and I let him go for a few minutes, while I continued to pull things out of boxes and find space for them.

And then . . . CRASH.

The crash was loud.  The yelling was louder.  Jack was panicked, screaming “CRAIG! CRAIG! CRAIG!” which scared me more than anything, even though I know Jack tends to overreact.  I didn’t hear Craig at first and I thought some terrible things as I flew up the stairs, but then I heard him cry.  Turns out he’d scaled an empty bookshelf and pulled it on himself – it’s a pretty heavy bookshelf even without books in it.  It apparently got him right on the bridge of his nose and forehead, pinning his head between the shelf and the futon frame, as he had a giant purply blue goose egg that was sprinkled with bright red streaks and dots.  (Later, I checked the back of his head, and he had a goose egg there, too.)

I took him to the E.R.  It was scary as hell.  He was getting really sleepy – it was 8pm, of course he was sleepy – and I had to do all this paperwork before they would let us in the back.  We finally got back there, and the doctor came and checked his ears and pupils and such, and said everything looked fine but we’d do a CAT scan and skull x-ray to be sure.  Hours later, those things had been accomplished and it was confirmed that the bruising/bleeding/swelling was all on the outside of the skull and that precious baby’s brain was just fine inside.  My hard headed beast.

Waiting to be seen in the hospital, refused to wear his hospital bracelet but clutched it

Waiting to be seen in the hospital, refused to wear his hospital bracelet but clutched it

This picture does not do justice to how terrible this looked

This picture does not do justice to how terrible this looked

Still all smiles after the CAT scan - stickers everywhere

Still all smiles after the CAT scan – stickers everywhere

We made it through a rough night

We made it through a rough night

We got home just before midnight and I put him to bed, nervous but remembering the doctor telling me to let him sleep and not freak out, there was no concussion and sleep was safe and needed.  Then I downed a giant glass of wine and went to sleep myself, and went to work the next day as normal.

The unpacking continued. We had a garage plus two giant attic eaves at our old house, and we have neither of those things here plus we lost a couple of closets, so it’s turned into closet Tetris over here.  We’re getting a backyard shed, and right now the shed stuff is on our back deck, covered in a tarp.  There will be some reduction eventually, but right now I just want it all roughed into where it’s going to permanently live, and then I’ll slim it down.  We also have an extraneous dining table, fridge, mattress, and dryer that are just hanging out in here.  I do miss having a garage for stuff like this.

My one room of Zen

My one room of Zen – the pantry, where I will go and close myself in when I need to just breathe

Friday, we have moving day Phase Two – the long term storage POD was delivered, and I was reunited with my piano at last!  (And many other things, including the boys’ summer clothes . . .)  A friend came over and took most of our empty boxes and packing paper, as she is about to move herself.  Then we got working on getting the POD emptied and integrated – and of course, this happened to be Day 7 of the rabies vaccine adventure, meaning I had to, once again, leave midday to pick up all three kids and get Craig to the clinic before 3pm.  Murphy’s law that these lined up right with the days we had to move, but anyway I didn’t have to be in the house when the guys we hired moved our piano upstairs and our fridge into place (we’re selling the one that came with the house), and my nerves couldn’t have taken that anyhow so it all worked out.

We hired our former nanny, who Craig misses a ton, to come watch the boys in the afternoon yesterday, so we could unpack with no more toddler mishaps.  I bought some clever storage things to maximize under-the-bed and closet spaces, and also bought groceries.  No rest for the wicked.  It’s a mess, I’ll take more pictures once it’s all put together, but here it is for now:

Kitchen - we brought our fridge from Alabama and I love it

Kitchen – we brought our fridge from Alabama and I love it

Other end of the kitchen.  Really, these pics are not amazing but you get the idea.  The pantry is there, with its big barn door

Other end of the kitchen. Really, these pics are not amazing but you get the idea. The pantry is there, with its big barn door on a track – a cool feature

Super messy living room

Super messy living room

Craig at his new favorite play place - the top of the stairs

Craig at his new favorite play place – the top of the stairs

He likes the light

He likes the light

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Much improved – two black eyes, but the swelling has gone way down

Boys' room - we have put up their bunk beds since this pic was taken

Boys’ room – we have put up their bunk beds since this pic was taken

A beautiful mess

A beautiful mess

Now we’re in.  There is much work to be done, but here are some photos.

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A Beautiful Mess – Part One

We.  Are.  In!

And boy was it a Herculean effort to get here.  It involved a bat bite and ill-timed rabies vaccinations, an ER trip after a household accident plus an urgent care trip for my hypochondriac 8 year old, two different move days, and *of course* three major briefs due.  But we’re in the house, totally out of the other house, all three boys (mostly) whole and healthy, and 90% of the boxes unpacked.  The ones that remain are either books (we need to buy a bookshelf, since we lost our four built-in bookshelves in the Alabama house and those suckers were full), or those really annoying miscellaneous type boxes with the most random crap in them.  I’m tempted to just tip them all in the trash, but I know our checkbooks are in one!

On Sunday a week ago (Lawd, just a week?), I took a very long walk, packed all the rest of the boxes I was going to pack, and then lounged pool-side for a while.  Except the actual outdoor pool at our gym was drained and closed for repairs.  I swam several laps in the indoor pool (Oh, Olympic swimmers, you are so much faster than me!), and then sat by the drained outdoor pool and listened to music and deep-breathed, getting ready for the kids to return and the week ahead.  PS I bought this swimsuit in 2013 . . . Popina swimwear makes good solid suits!  Although it’s time for me to get a new one . . .

Relaxing

Relaxing

Closed

Closed

The kids got home that evening and were troopers about sleeping in the apartment full of boxes, although it threw Craig for a loop.  The next morning, we got them up and shuffled off to their various caregiving situations, and then we started loading up a rented Penske truck.  Final walk-through was set for 10:30, closing for 11:00, and we did manage to get a truck and both cars filled up by then.

Closing was largely uneventful, although it lasted two hours.  I did get a call in the middle from our eldest’s day camp – he was whining and crying about sore ears.  OF COURSE HE WAS.  They wanted me to come get him, and I said – you have to wait til I’ve finished this up.  He isn’t contagious and he isn’t going to die, and he’s just gotta suck it up for a couple of hours.

We got through closing and headed to the house, where the unloading began.  And continued, and continued, and continued. . .

So much of this

So much of this

I had to leave at 1:30 or so, and did not get back til dinner time.  In a spectacularly ill-timed move, Craig managed to get himself possibly bitten by a bat while visiting his grandparents last week, and we’ve had to do the rabies vaccination series as a precaution.  (It was the middle of the night, he was sleeping, then he was screaming, the Prof ran up to check on him and a tiny, cute little bastard of a bat was flapping around his room.  And since bat teeth are tiny enough that you can’t always see a bite, and something like 5% of bats have rabies, and rabies is 100% fatal –  we are treating Craig for rabies, even though there’s likely less than a 1% chance that he was exposed to it.)  Anyway, the rabies vaccine used to be this terrible thing involving shots in the stomach, I understand, as every single person I’ve told this story to has asked in a hushed tone if he had to suffer that.  It is no longer so unpleasant – now it’s a shot of rabies and immunoglobin within 24 hours of exposure, and then another shot on day 3, day 7, day 14, and day 21 (? I think it’s 21 – our pediatrician knows).  Just like a normal vaccination, right in the thigh, bandaid and sticker and off you go.  Day 3 was closing/moving day.  The clinic where he gets these shots is open from 9-3 – right square in the middle of the day.  Siiiiiigh.

Plus I got another call from school – Jack was inconsolable, and needed to go to urgent care for his ears.  I had to go get both big boys (whose camp ended at 3pm anyway, although we could have left Craig at daycare til 6pm if not for the rabies thing), then go get Craig from daycare, then take them all to the hospital clinic with the rabies vaccine.  I called ahead and that clinic does not check for ear infections, though I could take him to the Emergency Room at eleventy million bucks per visit.  I pinched the bridge of my nose, whistled air through my teeth, and called our pediatrician to make a separate appointment across town for Jack that afternoon – Jack, who was more or less constantly whining about his ears at this point.  Meanwhile, I really wanted to be home directing the move, having boxes put in the right place and getting the boys’ beds together, etc.

We spent 1.5 hours at the hospital.  The boys lost their minds with boredom, and I nearly lost mine with frustration at why this all had to happen TODAY OF ALL DAYS, and then I called the Prof and said “You must take one of these children as a helper.”  I brought Liam to the old apartment, where he “helped” clean up, then swung by Walgreen’s to get Jack some ibuprofen and treats for him and Craig, then we headed to the pediatrician for the ear appointment, which took another hour.  (He had – in the words of the ped – the “tiniest touch of swimmer’s ear” – just barely there.  Though, being Jack, if you’d asked him, he was certainly dying.)  We swung back by Walgreen’s to drop of the prescription, then came home to the new house.  At.  Last.

Feet up.

Feet up.

 

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