Guess what?

Well, yes I am having a baby. But that’s not what I am talking about.

THE PLANNER HAS BEEN FOUND.

As you may recall I lost my planner.

I just received a call from a co-worker. He found it stuffed inside one of the binders I have been working on. I almost cried.

You think I am kidding.

I asked him first to NOT read it (mentions things about the baby and what day it was conceived, etc) and then to please put it in the mail.

Prayers are answered. Yes, I did pray that I would find it. And then was disappointed when it didn’t turn up.

Here’s my fun day so far:

Okay, so I usually wake up sometime between 5:08 and 5:28 (there is something in my head that tells me I HAVE TO WAKE UP ON AN “8″). This morning I got up at 4:45. That really isn’t that much earlier than usual, I know this.

I had to take my Aunt and Uncle to the airport so they could enjoy a week in Hawaii and I could enjoy a week babysitting my 3 cousins. (more about that to follow)

I dropped them off and raced back to my house in their sweet family van. The King and I are a “one car family”, so in order to be able to baby-sit the kids this weekend, I needed their vehicle. This was the only solution.

The plan was to be all ready for work and to the bus stop by 6:10. I tried really hard to get ready super-duper fast this morning, while being extra quiet so I didn’t wake The King-oh, and all the while trying NOT TO THROW UP. I was ready by about 6:15. Just in time TO MISS THE BUS.

Since I was up and ready, I couldn’t really go back to bed. Even though the next bus wasn’t scheduled until 7:04. I decided to try to finish the movie I fell asleep watching last night. It’s a German movie called “Mostly Martha”. Since it’s in German with subtitles, I could keep the volume down low and just read it while wrapped in the cozy blanket on the couch.

Fast forward to 7:10. Wake up, run to put my shoes on, my glasses on, grab my HUGE BINDER that I have to take to work today, my purse, and the “Harry Potter” book I’m currently reading.

Run to the bus stop.

By about 7:18 I realized I had missed the 7:04 bus. Duh.

I see The King pull off for work. He didn’t even look at me standing there all depressed, cold, and lonely. I guess he assumed I hadn’t missed the bus. It’s not his fault.

I eventually caught the 7:24 bus and made it to work by 8:00. Not bad for being up at 4:45, don’t you think?

Only 8 more hours to go.

I work in a construction trailer. It’s small. I work in the main area of the trailer. The room that the one bathroom opens up to. I also work with mostly guys. Construction guys that are dirty and stinky. Nice, but stinky. So, it’s 11:30 here, pst. And some of them have already pooped TWICE today. That means they hang out in the one bathroom for 30 minutes (no kidding), reading the month old newspaper that someone has left in there for all to enjoy (I can even hear them turning the pages while they are in there) and then they spray TOO MUCH lavender air freshener (the air freshener mixed with poop is NOT a good combination), leave the door wide open and go back outside to the job site. Thus leaving me to plug my nose and go close the bathroom door (leaving the fan on), so that I can continue to enjoy my frozen pizza for lunch. It’s not pretty.

I am glad they are SO regular that they need to go multiple times a day. I may even be a little jealous. BUT NOT AT WORK. Save it for the privacy of your own home. Or just be more discreet. I know that everybody poops. But I am NOT OKAY with knowing about it. I can’t talk about it with other people. That is why I save it to talk with you, dear Internet.

Thanks for listening. Oh, and thanks for holding it until you get home.

Dear Horrible Night of Sleep:

Have you ever been pregnant? Oh, you haven’t? Let me tell you something about being pregnant. It makes you tired. And by “tired” I mean so tired that you can’t hardly function. You need your sleep. You need it like Kirstie Alley needs a Big Mac. I went to bed last night thinking that I would gingerly fall fast asleep and have no issues until the alarm went off the next morning. What in the world was I thinking?

I realize The King isn’t feeling too well. That is why I suggested he take drugs to help him sleep last night. Not too sure why he choose not to do that. Especially when if I get sick, I *won’t* be able to take those same drugs (so, I’d better not get sick). But did you have to make his nose run all night, and the noises coming out of his mouth. Were they necessary? Seriously?

And what’s with the cat? He has a tummy ache. I know this now. I know this because he made it a point to heave and hack RIGHT next to the bed. And after The King got up at 2:00 to clean it up, the cat did it again. This time not only did he do it right next to the bed, but he moved around a lot, as to make many piles that I had to step over when I got up to pee. Nice.

I am a bad person. I tried to nicely ask The King to move upstairs to the guest bed. I appreciate that he did this. This made it much nicer, immediately. Until some idiots decided to have a discussion in the road outside my bedroom window. Believe me, voices carry when the rest of the world is silent.

I should also be mad at the alarm clock for going off at 5:08 this morning, just like all the other mornings. But he didn’t know what a horrible night it had been. He thought he was doing what I wanted him to do.

Please see what you can do tonight. I don’t think I could put up with you again. Two nights in a row is too much at this point.

sincerely,

Isabel

P.S. Yes, I realize that once I get a take-home baby we will be seeing more of each other. But the world sucks and I haven’t gotten a take-home baby, yet. The world owes me some sleep.

At some point after 3:40 on Monday afternoon, my planner went missing. Maybe it was in the elevator, maybe on the bus. Maybe even on the walk home from the bus stop to my house. Who knows. All I know is that it’s gone. And I’m heart broken. I don’t know what I have scheduled for today, let alone next month. Are The King and I scheduled to have dinner with you next week? When’s my Mom’s birthday? I don’t know-because it was all in my planner.

I am going out today at lunch in hopes of finding a new 2005-2006 planner. I am not even sure they make them this late in the year. The very best part about the missing planner was that I paid $1 for it. That’s right, $1. And it was plastic coated-bonus. Wish me luck in finding a new one that fits perfectly in all of my purses for that price.

I *think* that I am babysitting my cousins at some point this month. Anyone know what weekend that might be, because I have no idea?! There may also be an ultrasound scheduled this week. But what time, and where? And with what Doctor? And my baby’s due date…anyone know when that is? I think it might be in April. But I can’t be sure.

P.S. If you have found a pretty purple planner with my name on the inside cover-please return to me asap! There *may* be a reward involved.

P.P.S Shout out to The King for driving me downtown last night to look for the missing planner. He parked in a handicapped parking spot, risking life, limb, and parking ticket, while I ran upstairs and searched the office. Maybe he knows when my Mom’s birthday is.

Our dear friends live right down the street from us. We convinced them to buy a house in the neighborhood the same time we were moving into our new house. It is nice to have them right there-but we honestly don’t see too much of them. Not as much as you would think. I wish we did. But we don’t.

They went out of town this last weekend. Just a little trip to visit his family in Reno. I took them to the airport on Thursday and they asked me to get their mail and check on their house and cat on Sunday. They would be returning on Monday morning.

We stopped on our way home from Church on Sunday. I ran in and saw a big pile of cat poop right there in front of the front door. I stepped over it. Got the cat some food, more water, stole their Sunday paper and left. All under 2 minutes.

That’s right. I didn’t clean up the cat poop.

Do you think they realized that I *saw* it and didn’t clean it? Or do you think they just thought it happened after I checked on the house?

Maybe they won’t ask me to house sit next time.