End of the rope

Someone I know online is fond of saying, "When you're at the end of your rope, you really are," which I have always taken to mean that when you think you absolutely cannot go any lower, not even a little tiny bit, you're as low as you can go and it won't get any worse.

I really hope both she and I are right about this.

Mother's Day and Spring Cleaning

My first Mother's Day as a mama on the outside was good. Punk got me one of those cards that plays music and apparently the only one that says "mama" in it was this Boyz II Men song that is pretty awful, but the fact that Punk laughs and dances every time I open the card was enough to make me open it eleventy billion times. Now that song is in my head permanently. "Mamaaaaaa..." I also got cards from the cats, Jen, and my mom. Nice!

Punk and I went to visit my grandparents and had a great time. They are really enjoying her more now that she has quite a bit of personality and does fun things like wave, clap, and dance. I think it's easier for them to get into her when they're not worried about breaking her. My grandfather made lunch for us and even though it was just reheating some chicken and making some pasta to go with it, I am in awe that my 90 year old grandfather can still whip up a meal like nothing. I am really REALLY lucky that they are doing so well and I am spoiled by it. I don't ever want anything to happen to them and I don't EVER want to take them for granted. I love them so much, and I hope Punk does, too. I really want her to have a relationship with her great-grandparents even if for only a few years (though hopefully more!).

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Because my mom is going to be staying with us this coming weekend for Punk's baptism, I am a cleaning fool. A (my ex) is also coming over tonight for dinner so the push is on for the house to be at LEAST presentable today and CLEEEEEEAN by the end of Wednesday. (Thursday I have Punk at home.) Jen cleaned a good part of the bathroom yesterday and I am hoping to finish it today. I have completely annihilated our bedroom and Punk's room, except for the fact that Punk's carpet needs to be steam cleaned. That's a project for another day and a steamer rental.

But our bedroom has clean sheets and the lighter bedspread, all of the furniture has been polished and dusted, Punk's books are all picked up, the rug is vacuumed, and everything is picked up. And Punk's room has a clean sheet as well, and has been vacuumed, the changing table is all cleaned, the bedtime books are cleaned up, the wipes are all made fresh, and I pulled out the humidifier because it is NASTY and is likely the reason I have woken up coughing for the last month. It needs to be bleached like woah.

Dishes are done, stove is clean, sinks are clean. Whee! Yesterday I also cleaned out the barbecue and swept the back deck.

Up next: eating, and then finish the kitchen, throw out the garbage, clean the bathroom sink, vacuum the guest room (which I cleaned last week) and the living room, and maybe organize the living room shelves if I get the time. (Doubtful.) I'm tired already. Argh! Oh, and I need to run to the store to find something to cook for A.

Tomorrow: iron curtains for the living room, do shelves if not done today, clean dining room floor and kitchen floor, wash diapers and laundry, pack up some of Punk's old toys, perhaps clean out spice cabinet and/or kinen closet. Also run to mall to pick up my new glasses.

Zonk.