Ramblings of an Insomniac

Can't sleep. Shouldn't have taken that nap with RD today. So much I could've gotten done instead of sleeping.

Worried about AR's surgery. Having cyst removed from neck in three weeks. Worried about my procedure. Having suspicious-looking mole removed from my leg in one week. God, if it's cancerous and I die...I'll leave my poor children motherless. There's so much I'll miss... Okay...now I do sound crazy. Over-reaction, anyone?

So much to be done around the house. Colors. What colors should we do? I hope the shutters are in soon. Neighbors seem nice. Someone's always outside. Always. Seems almost "Stepford-like" around here. Not that that's a bad thing, just...different.

I hope RD's having a good night at work. I hope he doesn't sleep too long when he gets home...I really would like to get him to go with me to look at that patio furniture tomorrow. Hope he likes it as much as I do.

I can't believe my ex-boyfriend's friend is my neighbor. Oh, yes, you read that right. I'm okay with that...I hope RD's okay with that. If he wasn't, he'd never say it. I have a feeling we'll be running into "the ex." Kinda weird. Oh well. We're all grown ups, right?

Guess I'll try to get to sleep...again.

Have a good night, everyone!

Back in Blog Land

Where to begin?! I have so many stories to share...but don't know where to start!

We're in the house. We closed last Wednesday and moved in on Thursday. I'm loving it. It's been a crazy week - I'm so sick of boxes - but it's starting to feel like home. Living out of boxes and bags the first few days, it felt more like we were staying in a hotel. So I guess you can say it's felt like some sort of a working vacation...with a lot of overtime!

The kids are doing great. They're really enjoying all the extra space. They were content just to run around for a few days, now they're wanting to investigate every drawer and cupboard, so we've been scrambling to get things babyproofed as fast as we can.

Wow, how they've changed since I last wrote! They're running around and they know so many words!

Our stay with my mother-in-law was wonderful. It was definitely cramped quarters, but overall it was a wonderful experience. I went in ready to really dred it...ready to be irked at all the things I'm supposed to get irked about when staying at the in-law's, but that attitude lasted only a few days. We always got along great, but during our stay there, we became great friends. I can honestly say I really miss her. She's staying over this Friday night, and I can't wait!

I need to take some pictures of the house and get them posted. It's so beautiful! We've met a lot of the neighbors, and they all seem really nice. I can not believe all the kids our kids' age!! This neighborhood is flooded with 1-2 year olds!

I know I've been rambling, but it's been so long! I hope to be able to start visiting your sites soon. So much to catch up on!

Be back SOON!

I'm here!

Hi everyone! Thank you so much to everyone who commented while I've been gone. Staying at my MIL's is going great. It's a great set-up...thank goodness, because we don't close on the new house until July 20. EEK! I haven't been posting because her computer is PAINFULLY slow.

I'll try to post when I can; otherwise, I'll be back in a few weeks!

I miss you all! :)

TTFN

RD's getting ready to pack up the computer, so the next time I'm writing it will be from my MIL's PC (you can read that as: I will be very careful what I write! ;)).

I should be back later in the week.

Have a great weekend, everyone!

See...I'm back already!

Dear Mr. New Neighbor Man,

Please put a shirt on. No one wants to see your hairy back or flabby belly. I can see under that layer of mush lies a body that was once something to look at. I'm sure it was somethin' back in the day, but those days are long gone.

Please, for all of us, let it go.

Thank you. Now I must get back to packing.

Signed,

Your soon-to-be old neighbor

Scattered Thoughts

I'm not sure when we're packing up the computer. We're officially moving into my MIL's house Monday sometime. We won't be setting up our computer there, but we will have access to her's.

I'm sure over this next week, I'll be lucky to get on-line at all. I'm hoping once we get settled, I should be able to post from her house.

IF NOT (big if), we'll be in the new house sometime early-July. So either way...I'll be back! :)

Everybody Loves Her

THE GIRL that is. Yes, I think my daughter is precious and super special in every way, but can't people see there are two very special brothers with her?

Why is everyone drawn to the girl? She is usually the one hamming it up. The one hanging out the stroller waving at strangers passing by, but even when the boys are putting on their own little show, people still go right to AR.

And don't get me started on my parents. I realize that AR looks like a little clone of me - something that is probably quite mesmerizing to my parents, but that doesn't make her any more special than the boys. Both my parents go right to AR, hold her, tickle her...while the boys watch on. My mother keeps buying little presents for AR, but nothing for the boys. I've addressed this to her before, and it's obvious I need to address it again.

But it's not just my parents. Maybe it's just a girl-thing. Maybe they're looked at as sweeter. I don't know. But it just pains me to watch the boys watching on, and it hurts me to think that there will ever be a time they will feel second best.

So it's our job to make sure they never feel that way. We're lucky to have three such very special babies.

Why do the witty comebacks always come so late?

I heard probably the worst comment to date so far regarding having triplets. I was loading the kids up in the stroller this morning, getting ready to look in yet another furniture store, when a woman came up to me and said, "You sure have your hands full! Are them triplets?! Why...I wouldn't wish them on my worst enemy!"

I responded with, "No...no! Please don't feel sorry for anyone with triplets. They are truly wonderful. We are very blessed." Nice sappy comeback, but what I should have said is, "I wouldn't either. They don't deserve them!"

Do I Have Pansy-Ass Written on My Forehead?

Seriously! When walking through a crowd...or just down the aisle of Target for that matter...why do I always have to be the person to get out of the other person's way. Why can't they get out of my way?!

Seriously...if I wasn't ALWAYS the person to move, I think I would be slamming into people non-stop. It really pisses me off.

Can I say seriously any more?

I guess that's another reason I should be thankful for having triplets. When I'm walking behind that triplet stroller - all I can say is WATCH OUT!

Mommy, don't play so rough!

Looks like I have a trip to the dentist ahead of me. We're on the second day of the two-day Whine Fest we go through after a way-too-busy (but fun!) weekend. So in an effort to cheer up SA, who was exceptionally grumpy, I pulled him up onto my lap for a fun game of rough housing. I was bouncing him up and down and making silly faces - SA giggling all the while. I started going at his face like I was going to gobble it up (he loves that!), when he lunged forward at the same time. Right into my front teeth. Pain. I'm in pain.

It's only my front, left tooth that hurts. It doesn't really feel loose, but it aches terribly. As much as I'd like to shrug it off and hope it goes away, I should probably have it checked out.

But we were having so much fun!

Happy Memorial Day!

Sarafem Update....So far it seems to be working rather well. I still worry over the silliest and craziest things, but I'm much slower to react to things that upset me. My mother told me yesterday that she wants to buy stock in the stuff. ha! She said it has changed her life (me taking it). I admit I was pretty awful to her sometimes. She does soooo many things that annoy the piss out of me, and I just couldn't let things go. Since I've been taking the medicine, she still annoys me, but I can just shrug - or sometimes even laugh - things off. She had surgery on her thumb a week or so ago, so she's off work for the next seven weeks. I've been seeing or talking to her almost everyday, and GET THIS...even enjoying it! Who'da thunk?!

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I have let my house go. It is a mess! We've got boxes piled up in every corner. With the (first) move right ahead of us, I keep thinking, "Why clean now when I'm going to have to do it all over again right before we move?" Uh...because that's what you do. When else would you say, "Oh...I have to clean next week, so why do it this week?" We had some surprise guests that knocked some sense (or embarassment really) into me lastnight, so I got a dent in some cleaning this afternoon after I put the kids down for their nap. The place is still a mess, but it's somewhat presentable.

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Can I tell you how much I am dreading living with my MIL? She is a wonderful person. I love her dearly. SHE'S not the problem. It's just being someone's guest for a month. It's having to pick up after myself (and the kids...and who am I kidding...RD), because it's not our home - I can't just leave it for later. I'm not one to leave toiletries out on the sink and dishes out on the counter. I'm quite anal about putting things back in their place, but having that feeling that I have to put it away...it's just different. Worrying about how long it will take the kids to get adjusted. Will they sleep well? Will they keep her up? Will our cats puke all over her carpet? I know we'll have to go through getting the kids adjusted again in the new house, but it will be our house. We'll be the only ones the kids will be keeping up. If we want to leave our dishes out 'til the morning - so be it. Let's hope our house is ready ON TIME. Talking to the neighbors, they said all homes in this subdivision have been ready on time, and some even early. They're in the final phase of this subdivision and are starting a new one, so I'm sure they're anxious to get everything wrapped up so they can move on to their next project.

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RD graduates from his residency next month. This is something I looked forward to for so long. The plan was that we would start a family and I would be a stay-at-home mom as soon as he finished his residency. Well...we started our family ahead of schedule, and triplets not being in the plan, I was lucky enough to be a stay-at-home mom earlier than anticipated. We weren't about to pay for three kids in daycare, so RD picked up some extra moonlighting shifts...and the sudden halt in our social life helped the budget as well, so everything worked out just fine. The only thing I would change? I wish I would've known that my last day of work was my last day of work. I had dreamed of the day he would graduate so I could stay home. Of course once I found out I was pregnant with triplets, I knew I'd be quitting soon, but I thought I had a few months to prepare. But thanks to an unexpected trip to the ER at 18 weeks (about 4-6 contractions an hour), I was told to stop working immediately. Just like that. I went straight to work from the hospital, packed a box, handed my Supervisor my doctor's notice, and headed home. That was it. No, "Yeahhh! This is my last day!" No countdown. No going away party with cake and ice cream. Nada. My life as I knew it was changing right then and there. It all worked out great in the end, it just would've been nice to know. Half the fun is in the anticipation of it. The fun of wondering what's to come.

Comment Notification

Harumph! I paid the $12-fee to Haloscan in order to get the comments sent to my e-mail, but for some reason I only receive about half of them.

I like having them sent to my e-mail, because I really enjoy being able to respond back to each comment. So if you don't hear from me, it's because I didn't get the special delivery I paid for ;), but I do read all comments. You all make my day!

Have a great weekend!

Stupid Comment of the Week

I ran up to a local sandwich shop to pick up lunch for us yesterday. I ran into one of our (current) neighbors. We exchanged some chit chat about selling the house (they just sold their's as well), inspections, moving, etc., then the subject of our kids came up. Sometimes...sometimes...I just don't know what to say to some people...

Neighbor: Do you take care of them all by yourself? I mean...do you work?

Me: I stay home with the kids.

Neighbor: YOU NEED A JOB! Seriously! You're going to go crazy taking care of those kids. I have a friend with five kids - she had to go out and get a job because she was seriously losing her mind taking care of those kids by herself. You need to GET OUT!

Me: I get out with the kids a lot. They're really a lot of fun.

Neighbor: No! No! You need to go get a part-time job or something. It will do you wonders!

Me: Yea. I really should get going. Nice seeing you. Choke back expletive.

This was fresh on the heels of my mom saying I need to start potty training my 15-month olds, so I'd already hit my limit on helpful advice for the day.

We've got a busy weekend ahead of us, so I'm not sure I'll be back on-line for a couple days - maybe Sunday afternoon during naptime. In the meantime, everyone enjoy their weekend!

Recent Pictures

Standing in Breakfast Room, looking into Family Room


Standing in Family Room, looking into Breakfast Room


Dining Room ceiling


Master Bath tub

Writer's Block

I don't know why I'm writing, because I have nothing to say at the moment. Isn't it funny how this blog stuff goes in spurts? I'll have a month where I write everyday, sometimes multiple entries in one day, then nothing.

Oh well. Maybe I should be thankful I have no drama in my life right now to inspire me. *smirk*

We took a buttload of pictures of the new house lastnight. I'll try to get those posted later today.

Totally off-topic, I've got a mystery hair on my tongue. Doesn't that drive you nuts? I can feel it on there, it's making me gag, but no matter how much I scrape my tongue, I can't seem to get my fingers on it. Highly annoying...and gross really.

Big Changes Are Coming Our Way

One of the big questions we have about our upcoming move is our new neighbors. What will they be like? Will some be our age? Are there kids? Are they nice? Will we like them?

Well, this morning I took my mom out to see the house (again), and was happy to see the guy in the house behind us was outside. I got out to introduce myself and he quickly whisked me inside, saying, "My wife is so excited to meet you!" I knew within minutes that I liked them. They have two sons, one that is our kids' age and will be in the same class. She filled me in on the neighborhood (which I was happy to hear is FILLED with kids our kids' age!!), who's who, where the good babysitters live, when the playdates are, etc.

This is going to be such a huge change from where we're coming from. The street we live on now is very diverse. You have the big-money houses up the street, some very nice starter homes, and some not-so-nice houses in the mix as well. Everyone keeps to themselves around here. Talk about a group of people that other than living on the same street, would in no way have anything in common. We'll all give out the polite smile, wave, or nod, but that's the extent of it.

How refreshing it will be to move into a neighborhood where people actually talk to each other. The people in the house behind us (new house that is) have grown so close to the couple two doors down from us that they went on a vacation to Mexico together! Now that's something!

More than anything, I'm so relieved to hear of all the kids our's will have to play with.

As for the progress of the house, they were putting up the drywall and grading (?) out the backyard. It looks like they'll probably start the deck in the next day or two - weather permitting.

I'm sure everyone is sick of me gushing over my excitement about the new house, but I'm just beside myself with anticipation. I can't wait!

10 Things I Love

I was tagged by Miki to post 10 things I love. :)

Here goes!

1. I LOVE the way my babies hug their arms around me tight when I pick them up.
2. I LOVE that I can smell RD on his pillow when he works nights and I'm in bed all alone.
3. I LOVE that RD is my best friend and loves everything about me - even the weird things.
4. I LOVE my mini-van. Who would've ever thought? Certainly not me!
5. I LOVE to watch AR, SA, and SJ playing together, giggling hysterically.
6. I LOVE being a mom.
7. I LOVE chocolate and peanut butter. Put both together...pure heaven!
8. I LOVE salt. I put it on most everything. Pepper, too!
9. I LOVE Mexican food. It's my absolute favorite.
10. I LOVE the sound of the kids bouncing up and down in their cribs, babbling to each other each morning before I go in to get them.

See, what you NEED to do is...

That was the phrase of the evening. You got a problem? My dad's wife can solve it. Please note this is dripping with sarcasm. You might not even know you have a problem, but she's got a solution.

Overall, I guess the evening went okay. We were going for casual and easy, so we were going to grill some brats. Dad said that wouldn't work because she doesn't like brats, so RD made some burgers, BUT we didn't have any onions to go with the burgers. She somehow managed to keep the burgers down anyway.

I told her we just bought bedroom furniture, and she said, "You need to go to _____ to get your bedroom furniture, because...insert about 10 minutes of useless garble. "We already bought bedroom furniture." Didn't I just say that? "Well, if you need to buy more, you need to go there." mmm-kay.

They usually leave by 8 p.m., which would've worked out perfect because RD is working nights and he usually takes a nap between 8-10 p.m. It looked like they were getting ready to go, when she noticed C.S.I. was on, so they sat down to watch the last hour and a half. I was planning on watching it anyway, so I didn't mind, but both my dad and his wife gave a running play-by-play on everything that was happening. I wanted to say, "You do know we're watching the same show. The commentary? Totally not necessary. We get what's going on."

As soon as C.S.I. was over, I knew ER was coming on, which I also wanted to watch, but I was afraid they might stay an hour more, so I left it on the same channel, missed the first few minutes of my show (worth the sacrifice!), and said our goodbye's.

I get along with her much better than I did in previous years. I can see she's not going anywhere, and no matter how annoying, she's here to stay, so I want to be as supportive to my dad as I can be. But dang, the woman just talks and talks and talks and talks. It's so exhausting! I don't know how my dad does it.

Randoms

We're having my dad and his wife over for dinner tonight. Cross your fingers and hope really hard that my happy pills are working tonight. I'm ready for a dinner that - no matter how much thought we put into it, or how carefully we prepare it - she will not like. Most every thing we do is screaming for improvement, and she knows just how to fix it. Just nod and smile. Nod and smile.

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Our neighbors are moving tomorrow (the nice ones, not the hoosiers across the street). When she moved in (first by herself, her fiance now lives with her), I had these visions of us becoming these great friends. Didn't happen. In the 2+ years she's lived here, I've seen very little of her. Oh well. We're moving soon anyway. I'll have some new neighbors I can force myself upon. :)

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I took the kids to the grocery store this morning. This 30-something woman followed me out to the van, asking me all kinds of questions. What was kind of funny was that she seemed very disappointed in all my answers.

Lady: There's three of them!

Me: Yep.

Lady: Are they the same age?

Me: Yes, they're triplets.

Lady: Looks confused.

Lady: Watching as I put SJ and AR in the back seat and SA in the middle row. Why don't you have the boys together? Don't you think they want to be together?

Me: Um...I guess I never really thought about it.

Lady: Frowning...They're not dressed alike? Why don't you dress them alike?

Me: Never been into that really. Rushing to get in the van...Have a great day 'kay? Speed off.

Some people are very strange...

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I have a problem. Well, one of my kids does. He bites. A lot. AR, our girl, bites from time to time, but it's usually out of frustration, and it's usually her last resort when she's tried everything else. Good thing about her biting is I can usually see it coming and stop her before she strikes. SA on the other hand.... His biting isn't out of frustration or anger, it's more out of happiness. Though in his own little way he's showing affection, it's quite painful. He'll be walking towards me with his big ole' sweet grin, opens his mouth up wide and has this look that says, "I love ya, mom! I'm gonna bite ya!" He'll get so excited playing with AR and SJ, that he'll lean over and try to bite one of them on the top of their head. I don't know what to do. We have a party coming up soon at a friend's house, where there will be lots of kids. Dang it, I so didn't want to be that family, the one with the biter. Oh well. It happens even to the good ones, right? He means well. Really he does! :)

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I drove by the house this morning. They're finished with the brick, the plumbing, and the electrical work. They've poured the cement in the basement and in the garage. It looks like they're getting ready to start the deck and hang the dry wall soon.

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We took the kids to Children's Hospital yesterday to get their blood drawn. We live in an old house, so their Ped wanted their lead levels checked (we were supposed to do this two months ago). I was dreading this so much. I kept worrying about my poor babies having to get stuck with a needle. Once we got there and I saw so many sick kids - kids who would be lucky if a short stint in the lab for a blood draw was their only worry - I realized how blessed we really are. It might have hurt for a minute, but our babies got to come home with us. We were in and out in an hour. Driving through the garage, looking for a spot, I got sad thinking so many of those cars represented a sick child. It really gives you a whole new appreciation.

Poop flies, baby!

I feel there's been a common theme around here.

POOP.

It's everywhere. We had some friends over one night and I saw one whispering to the other and pointing at something. "What is it," I asked. "I think it's poop. On the floor!" I should've at least tried to act surprised (or disgusted for that matter), but I just went over and picked it up with a tissue, then went on like this was totally normal.

Just this morning I was changing SA on the changing table, when rolling up his diaper, a pellet of poop went flying behind the table.

Me: RD, before you leave, I need you to pull the changing table out. Some poop fell back there.

RD: Okay.

No "What...how...why...," just "OK!"

We're clean people. Really we are! It's just...there's just so much of it. And it doesn't help that it often comes in little balls.

All I can say is think twice before picking up that mystery item on the floor.

Now...how bad do you want to come to MY house right now? ;)