Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Come on Over to my Pity Party!

So, yeah, I haven't blogged in a while. My life is just so boring now, I can barely stand to LIVE it, let alone blog about it. I am being completely and totally honest here. I do the same things, day after day after day. This is why I NEVER wanted to be a stay at home mom! I feel like I'm on Groundhog Day!

I have been doing a LOT of scrapbooking. I cut my TV time down SERIOUSLY, like, I barely watch anything at all. And that's sad for me, because I really do love tv. But I figure one day I can rent whatever still looks interesting, right? Maybe one day when we're back in the Real World and we can watch netflix on the Wii. That drives me INSANE, that we can't watch netflix on the Wii because we live in Guam. Guam sucks. I'm sick of pretending that it wasn't a HUGE mistake to come here. It was. And I'm literally counting down the days until we head to HI. I have to abbreviate it because I can't figure out how to spell it. If you want to countdown with me, we're at seventeen months. Which doesn't sound long, until you think that Warren's been alive for eighteen. And he's been alive for a LONG LONG TIME.

So did I ever mention that when I went in for my eighteen week appointment, my OB (who I know personally and used to work with and really respect, which made this even WORSE) said that she was obligated to tell me that it's VERY UNHEALTHY to gain thirty pounds in the first eighteen weeks. That's right.

Thirty pounds.

In eighteen weeks.

Now, I knew that I had gained a lot of weight. And for my intake appt, when they asked how much I weighed, I told them (I'll spare you the actual number) the number that I was when I got to Guam. Before we spent a week in a hotel, eating out three times a day, then another three weeks with no belongings, eating out all those meals too. So I was probably ten pounds heavier than THAT when I actually got knocked up. So if I want to get technical, maybe I've only gained twenty pounds. In eighteen weeks. Which is still horrifying.

I knew that I'd gained a lot- I'm not a moron. I went to nursing school. I learned there that eating four bags of Halloween candy in two days added to not exercising in five months equals MASSIVE WEIGHT GAIN. Auburn was a really good school :)

But until I saw those numbers climb up on that scale, and had to sit there in complete and total humiliation while a former colleague (who, in her defense, looked equally horrified to have to have this conversation with me) told me I was a lard ass, I didn't know it'd gotten that bad.

I mean, THAT BAD.

So, I'm walking. Or rather, I'm trying to walk. Can't walk in the land of Boonie Dogs and Roosters, so I have to head over to Lockwood to walk with Brandi. And, if you didn't know, it rains here. A lot. If it starts while we're out, it's not a big deal, but today it started as soon as I pulled in the driveway, and it just doesn't make sense to leave the house in a downpour. So that's not that helpful. And really, how much good is walking going to do, now that I've already ruined everything I worked SO HARD for at WW? Not likely. Walking for thirty minutes is ONE POINT. That's roughly the equilivalant of a skittle.

My housekeeping skills were to die for while Nick was gone. The house was spotless every night, laundry was washed and put away, dinners were cooked and cleaned up after...it was a good eight days. Then he came home, and let me tell you, when given the choice between cuddling up on the couch and playing Mario after the kids go to bed...or sweeping and mopping and folding laundry...

I'm sure you can just imagine what my house looks like now.

But the one bright side in my life? My Bible study. We're on week five tonight, and Beth Moore is FINALLY gonna start! I'm so excited I can barely contain myself. I might go get the sitter early so I can go to the study early just in case they start on time. It's been great so far and I've learned a lot, blah blah, but knowing that Beth wouldn't start until the last two lessons was KILLING ME! And as usual, the Lord has provided the tiny, minuscule things that make my boring little life tick- a fantastic sitter, with a dad who's willing to pick her up afterwards so I don't have to load my sleeping kids into the car to drive her back home. How awesome is that?

And on a not so bright note: someone stole our generator and a bunch of power tools, right out from under my nose. They walked up to the shop, either jimmied the lock, had a key, or went through a window, and helped themselves to all our stuff, right while me and the kids were sleeping ten feet away. Ugh. All together now: GUAM SUCKS.

But here's my first completed page from my Through The Years Albums. And since they're littler than the usual 12x12, I HAD to scan them in so I could post them. I've got about five other pages ALMOST done, but so far this is the only actual completed one. And all my Disney pics came today, so hopefully I can get started on that and have two entire BOOKS finished by the end of next week. Check me out!

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Even More Scrapbooking

Well, I'm still working on these books like crazy. It sort of sucks. I mean, I give up all this time watching tv, and then I either get stuck in a book, or stuck on this scrapbook? How's that any different? Oh well. I guess at least I can say I have something to show for it now?

Who knows. I went to the "scrapbook" store out here and (again) left with nothing and cried on the ride home. Guam is just so much different than I ever thought it would be. I'm gonna have to order everything I ever need online, absolutely everything. And let me tell you, it costs more than a few stamps to send things out here. Ugh.

But anyway. It's fun to look through all my old pics, and doing this has really helped me get a handle on the layers issue in photoshop. Anyone who has photoshop and is about as stupid as me when it comes to all things computer can understand that this is a HUGE DEAL. So that's nice. I can whip through one of these babies in like...thirty minutes. Hey, I said I was getting better, I never said I was fast.

So here's Scott, Year Three.

And here's Scott, Year Two...
And Ava, Year Four...

And Ava, Year Three...(one of her cutest years, if I do say so myself)
And, I've even managed to mount a few of these and get that side of the book done. Sans book, of course. I'm like a crazy scrapbooking machine.

Saturday, September 18, 2010

Back to Scrapbooking

Well, I (sort of stole) borrowed all this material from my friend who's taking this time management class, and this time, the idea of not watching hours and hours on end of tv seems to really have stuck. AND, I finally bought a cricut! So I'm on my way to getting back into scrapbooking. I REALLY REALLY love to do it, I just haven't done it in ages. And being in Guam makes it even harder because I have to order everything online...but anyway.
I'm going to start a through-the-years book for each of the kids. It's just one layout a year, so certainly I can keep up, and it will cut back on some of the guilt from not scrapping every single picture in my big albums. So, instead of watching NCIS during naps today, I picked out all the pics for Ava's first three years, and here's my first layout!
Now I just have to print it out, scrap the graph, and add the opposite page, either a letter to Ava about the year or something equally corny like that. Any photoshoppers out there know how I could make the white between each picture black? I could order it from snapfish with a black background, but I'm so sick of waiting for things in the mail!

Oooh, they just kept right on sleeping, so I did year two as well! I think I might change it so that the bottom pic (the birthday cake ones) are double tall too, since I'll be using an 8.5x11 album for these books. As soon as I order them and they finally get here in the mail. They use rowboats you know.
Oh my gosh, I can't stop! Scott's still sleeping (I guess he wakes up early because his mom lets him take three and four hour naps) and I can't stop! I did Scott's first year too! Good thing I can't find the discs with the rest of the pics on it, or else I wouldn't stop till I had them ALL done. I have a feeling that this isn't exactly what they mean when they talk about time management. I mean sure, I gave up three hours of television, but I just sat on the couch and scrapbooked for three hours instead! Ahh. Oh well.
Anyway, I'm pretty proud of my productivity, so I figured I'd share.

Joshua Treadway

Well I've been in a MOOD lately, hence the blog hiatus. Then my sister called at the beginning of the week to say she was in labor. At twenty eight weeks. Then my mom called the next day to say that she was delivering. So I've been a little preoccupied.

I keep getting confused about the days/dates since it's always tomorrow here, but I think he was born on Sept 15 at 10:07 pm. It was Thursday afternoon here, so I think that makes sense. He was 2lbs, 12oz and my sister said she heard him attempting to cry just before they intubated and took him to the NICU. I was freaking out because she lives in a small town in TN and I thought he should be airlifted to the University hospital (dramatic much? not me!) but I looked it up online and where she is is a big hospital with a Level III NICU, which is what we had at NMCP, so I guess it's as good as it gets.

We all knew she would deliver early, but I had no idea it would be THIS early. She had Mia at about 32 weeks, and coincidentally, I was flying in that morning for her baby shower, so I got to see her! Not so much with Joshua. Not only is it just totally implausible for me to fly out there, Nick is gone and I've got all these kids stuck to my side. I am DYING to see him for myself, but so far I've had to settle for a few blurry cell phone pics.
I never had any experience in the NICU other than bottle feeding this big fat term baby that I don't even know why he was there, but I think he looks good. He looks sort of normal, just really little. And obviously, it's not normal to have a tube down your throat or tubes in your belly button, but still. I think he looks good. Big. His daddy is big, so maybe that will help :)

My sister is doing well, she's already been discharged, which makes it easier since she's got a five (almost six!) year old to love on too. Last she told me what that Joshua would probably be hanging out in the hospital until around his due date, which was Dec 14. So she's got her heart set on bringing him home by Christmas. Although I have absolutely NO experience or anything with preemies, that sounds pretty reasonable to me, so that's what we'll be praying for ya'll.

I knew it would suck living halfway around the world, but I had no idea it would suck THIS BAD. It's hard to call with the time change, no one can call me, and if I'm out driving around (which I do a LOT) then I can't even call them. I feel completely separate from everyone and totally useless. It sucks. Big time.

So that's all I know for now. I'll keep you posted, but I think we're in for a long, slow process.

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Flashback Friday

So, my friend Holly posted a pic on fb of her kids at the Auburn sign, and I got all jealous because we haven't been there in FOREVER and she gets to live RIGHT there. So I figured for Flashback Friday, I'd post my pic of Ava and Scott at the sign, the picture we have hanging on one of our yellow walls. And, being me, that one picture turned into the whole trip, when we went down to Mardi Gras in Feb 2008. We stopped in Auburn to have lunch with Laura and her babies, and we took advantage of the fact that the entire college was deserted. We're such dorks.

This is Ava with Laura's baby Olivia. They're a month apart, but Olivia is a normal sized human, so she TOWERED over Ava that day. And just so you know, we're at Niffers. We've been back to Auburn three times since graduation, and we've eaten there every time. Nick hates it, but he doesn't have the heart to tell me no.

Speaking of a month apart, Laura also has a son a month younger than Scott, and she's having another baby about a month after I'm due with Better-Be-A-Girl-Engelbrecht. Weird, right?

Waiting for the parade with a bag of cotton candy and a bottle of water. Talk about the life.

See that paper flower in her hair? That's sort of a big deal at Mardi Gras in Biloxi, and my darling daughter snagged one! Although it did sort of throw off her bows, but I tried not to let it bother me. Sigh. She was (and still is) so friggin cute I could just kill myself. See why I HAVE to have another girl?

Taking a breather after all the excitement. I have no idea why we used those stupid looking pacifiers. Shrug.

All pimped out for the drive back to Virginia.

And this final shot is at a McDonalds playplace on the drive home. I forgot how BALD Scott was back then!!!

Now I feel stupid for recapping that whole trip. That's not what Flashback Friday is about! But I just couldn't help it. They're just so cute, when I scroll thru the pics and see one, if I DON'T put it on, I feel guilty, like I'm saying they're not cute enough! Yelling and screaming at them all day to clean up-no guilt there. Skipping a picture of them on a trip that happened three years ago? Total guilt trip. Go figure.

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

A Slice of my Mind Lately

So, with preschool being a fifteen to twenty minute drive, and driving to drop off, driving home, driving back to pick up, and driving back home, I spend about an hour to an hour and a half in the van every day. Hence the freak out when I had the whole iPod-got-stolen-and-new-one-is-broken debacle. The radio stations here are total CRAPOLA and, let's be honest, I usually have a Dora on in the back for the kids anyway. So, breaking all rules of common sense concerning vehicle safety, I usually wear my headphones and listen to my iPod on these drives. I know, I know.

But anyway, while I'm listening, I'm usually making lists. It's just sort of one of those things I do. Favorite songs, favorite singers, favorite outfits that singers wear on album covers, it goes on and on. But lately, ever since I put literally ALL my CDs into my iPod and threw them all away (another reason the great debacle was such a horror) I've been trying to list my favorite albums. I can't pick a favorite song, it's just too hard. But I sort of got the albums narrowed down. Sort of. And since I know you're dying to know, I figured I'd share. How great, right?

So, the Best Albums Ever- and not in order, because ranking them would be WAY TOO HARD...

-Achtung Baby, by U2. I know, I know, you're supposed to pick the Joshua Tree. But whatever, I like Achtung Baby at least five times better. Yeah, Joshua Tree has some AMAZING tracks, but Achtung Baby is FULL of amazing tracks. As a whole, it's just better. For me. And this is my list, so there you go. My favorite track would have to be Ultraviolet. And Who's Gonna Ride Your Wild Horses. And So Cruel. Three way tie I guess.

And even though I don't want to rank these albums, I would venture to say that Achtung Baby is actually my favorite album of all time. If I HAD to say.

-Tommy, by The Who. Actually, this would probably be my favorite album of all time. It'd be really hard to decide between the two. Really really really hard. I watched a documentary on the Who once and it sort of turned me off for a few weeks, but then I was back and I still loved it just as much. My favorite track would have to be Go to the Mirror. Try to find a faster drummer, I dare you. In fact, if you can find one, I'll give you a hundred bucks. Heck, let's make it a thousand. So that would be my fave track, but really, it's not as good unless you listen to the WHOLE album, you know?

-Jagged Little Pill, by Alanis. I mean, hello, she totally defined my junior high and high school experience. I so wish she had been better in her follow up efforts. But I guess if you're only gonna have one great album, it's nice to have it be as good as this. Favorite track is Right Through You. And Perfect. And All I Really Want.

-Born in the USA by the Boss. Favorite track, and favorite Bruce song, even though I guess no one else likes it because it's not on ANY of his greatest hits compilations, is I'm on Fire. I LOVE THIS SONG. In fact, if for some reason someone put a gun to my head and told me to pick my favorite song ever, period, end of story, I might pick this. Or Boys of Summer. Who knows. But seriously, who doesn't have Born in the USA on their Best Albums Ever list?

-Forty Licks, Disc One by the Rolling Stones. Now, in my head, on these drives, I go back and forth over whether or not compilation albums count. And they shouldn't, because they're not REAL albums, you know? But, since my dad wasn't a big Stones fan, I wasn't exposed to their regular albums as a kid, and so Forty Licks is really all I've got to go with now. I could spend an hour on Amazon going through the REAL albums to pick the one I think is best, but that's just stupid. This is a game in my head, so if I wanna put a Best Of album on, that's what I'm gonna do. Favorite track? Easy, Sympathy for the Devil. Although, since this was confusing for me to pick, I feel like I should say my actual favorite Stones song right now is As Tears Go By. But it's not on Forty Licks.

-And since we're letting in compilation albums, next up would be Forty Years Of John Williams, a four disc collection of just about every score he's ever composed for every single movie. Favorite track on those discs would have to be the ET song, although the Fawke's Theme from Harry Potter Two is a pretty close second. And if I'm NOT letting compilation albums on, I'd use the Jurassic Park score since that's a regular album, and I'd pick the main theme as the best track.

-And, not just so that my dad won't disown me, but because it actually does rank right up there as one of the Best Albums of All Time...Dark Side of the Moon by Pink Floyd. At first I was debating between the Wall and Dark Side, because my favorite Pink Floyd song is Comfortably Numb, and that's on the Wall...but in the end, Dark Side always comes up ahead. First of all, it's just...cooler. You know? And secondly, the Wall is really really weird and sort of creepy. For some reason, it scares me a little, and I can't quite remember why. Something to do with freshman year at Auburn, having too much to drink, and either watching Clockwork Orange and the movie about the Wall in close succession, or maybe even at the same time on two different tvs...like I said, I can't quite remember. But for some reason it freaks me out a little. So Dark Side of the Moon wins out, and my favorite track would have to be Time. I know, it's a little tacky and overdone, but those two minutes between all the alarms and when the lyrics start? That's like Pure Musical Genius. And I'm not usually a huge fan of the Gnarly Electric Guitar Squeals, but Pink Floyd manages to do all kinds of right with that sucker.

So there. That's a little peek into my brain as I drive back and forth and back and forth and back and forth every. Single. Day.

Kinda spooky, right?

Monday, September 6, 2010

Menu Plan Monday

So, at the risk of jinxing myself, I think we're finally coming out the other side of The Great Plague of 2010. Although, I posted the same thing on fb on Friday, and Ava and I were in the ER on Saturday getting IV fluids (she handled the IV better than half the women I stuck when I was working L&D) and crying on the little bed together when the doctor uttered those dreaded words: Just Wait It Out. If any doctors are reading this, please. Please please please please, PLEASE don't ever say this to a mother who hasn't showered in days and is holding her sobbing four year old who is hooked up to an inch long catheter that someone used a NEEDLE to tread into her arm, pumping a bag of seemingly ice cold liquid into her veins. Find something else to say, just don't say WAIT IT OUT. That's a horrible thing to say!

But wait it out we did (actually I ground up a grown up Imodium and slipped it in a jar of applesauce, but I'll never admit that in a court of law) and even though her business is far from NORMAL, it's not straight liquid and it's not seventeen times a day. On Saturday, as she raced to the bathroom for the millionth time, she wailed "I'm so TIRED of this!!!" It was, as a mother of three, with a short five years of experience, the most heart wrenching thing I've witnessed thus far. It literally broke my heart. And I'm not much of a heart broken kinda gal.

So I had a nervous breakdown on Friday. It's been a while, guess I was due. It's so hard for me to see past the moment in bad situations. When Warren was new and I was up in the middle of the night (for the first time, I might add- Nick did it with the other two, for the most part) I would literally be rocking him and sobbing, because I truly believed that I would never ever get to sleep again. I just couldn't wrap my mind around the fact that not only was this just ONE NIGHT, this was just one thirty minute block of time in that night. It's weird, I guess, but that's just how I roll.

So I was planning the rest of our lives around Ava being sick forever. I'd have to homeschool her, the house would never be clean, we'd go broke buying those wet wipes you can flush, the boys would grow into little teenage arsonists because I'd never pay any attention to them- real dramatic stuff here.

And then, even though I've known it for a while, it finally dawned on me that for the next two years, I will essentially be a single parent. Nick will be gone for two months, home for two months (standing all this duty since the JOs apparently don't have to do it, working until all hours because his boss is a megadouche), gone for two, home for two. As of now, he should be here for the delivery, but then he'll be gone right away, for two months. So of course, that hits me NOW, when I'm already teetering on the edge.

And THAT made me remember that I'm pregnant. Because I sort of keep forgetting. I'm not that big (well, I'm big, but I think the size of my ass is more related to the fact that I've eaten four bags of Halloween candy since last week than to the fact that I'm eighteen weeks pregnant) and it just sort of slips my mind for the most part. Kind of old hat by now. But I AM pregnant, and soon I'll have a screaming, hungry newborn to take care of, all by myself, along with these other three who are essentially little more than babies themselves.

Let me be clear here too about my stupidity: we're not one of those religions who don't believe in birth control, who want as many kids as God will give them. We planned, tried for, got pregnant, and delivered each of these kids exactly in the time frames we thought were a good idea.

How stupid are we?!?!?

But, all in all, there's just nothing I can do about it now. I'm gonna have to figure it out. Just promise me this: after I have this baby, if I sound like I'm going off the deep end, just mention it to me. Okay? Because I think I had some issues with post partum depression after I had Warren, but I never realized it. I don't think I would have like drowned him in the tub, but I was sort of obsessed with him getting into these horrifying situations, like falling into an oblivion or his head spontaneously exploding like a watermelon. Apparently, that's not a normal feeling to have. But no one mentioned it to me until after the fact (thanks Robin!!!) and I can't help but think it might have been a little easier for me if I'd gotten help beforehand.

So, after a week of eating cereal for dinner, I finally went grocery shopping and all that jazz, so I decided to join Menu Plan Monday again. It's been forever! It's hard to join, because obviously, I have my Monday twelve hours before she does, and I usually go to bed before she posts hers, so I don't get a chance to join her link, but still, it's the thought that counts. And I DO join, just really really late, so hopefully I'm not breaking any copyright rules or anything.

Monday: PW's comfort meatballs and mashed potatoes. I hate to say it, and I hope she never finds out, but I don't like her mashed potatoes. They're just TOO rich, you know? I like just plain ole potatoes and sour cream and some milk. So that's that. Nick has duty (yes, on Labor Day, did I ever mention how much I love the boat? He literally had it better as a JO, as far as duty is concerned. This boat sucks.) so hopefully we'll take some up to him and watch a movie or something while we eat. Not holding my breath though.

Tuesday: Halloween chicken chili. It's been a while my friend, but I haven't forgotten you. And btw, Sam's new cookbook? Don't waste your money. But the old one is still just as trusty as always.

Wednesday: grilled chicken tacos and red rice. We just got a rice cooker, so we've been eating red rice like it's going out of style. Bananas, rice, applesauce, toast-that's pretty much all I'm letting Ava eat, so it works out.

Thursday: Hawaiian slow cooked ribs. I've never used this website, but I figure you can't really go wrong. The ingredients are all pretty basic and sound pretty tasty...so here's hoping she knows what she's doing.

Friday: and Nick has duty AGAIN. Maybe we really were spoiled on the Scranton, I don't know. But seriously, the dept heads NEVER stood weekend duty. Never. And Nick has stood the last three in a row, and he has the 17th too. What the hell? Anyway, so we'll be eating leftovers.

Saturday: grilled steak and baked potatoes. That's pretty much all I ever want to eat these days.

Sunday: spaghetti and meatballs. Ava's favorite. Hopefully she'll be a hundred percent better by then. If not, I'll be in the mental institution, so they'll be on their own for dinner.

What are ya'll eating this week? Head over here for some inspiration!

And here, a reward for sticking with me this long long post. Nick was up with Ava ALL NIGHT Friday, so when we got back from the ER and put everyone down, he took a nap too. Well, Scott got up after just an hour (we usually nap for more like three) because he had to pee (reason four seventy five why I think life in diapers is just easier) and he refused to go back to sleep. So he was playing with the knife sharpener in the laundry room, one of his favorite pastimes. Ahh, Scott. What a special guy. Anyway, it was super quiet, so I went in there to find him fast asleep on the laundry room floor! So of course, I ran to get my camera. He rolled over while I was getting it, so you can't see his sweet face and it looks like maybe he's just laying there so it's not AS cute, but trust me: he was sleeping, and it was SUPER cute.

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Poor Pathetic Ava

As further proof that I'm unfit to be a mother, Ava is terribly sick. That's not my fault, and I know that, but I'm having a hard time dealing with her. Five years, three kids, and this is my first real issue with this business. She's had diarrhea for two days now, she won't eat, she won't drink, and she just lays around crying. Now, I know she feels bad. Terrible. I know she doesn't understand what's going on, and she can't help it, but come on! TAKE A DRINK! TAKE A SHOWER! HAVE SOME TOAST! YOU'LL FEEL SO MUCH BETTER!!!

Moms aren't supposed to think those sorts of things!

Then, while she's sitting on the toilet crapping her brains out and sobbing, she literally BEGS me to let her go to school!!! What the heck are you talking about Ava? You can't even sit up straight! She really loves that place. Ugh.

Then, against my better judgement, I took her to the doctor. I KNOW BETTER THAN THAT!!! The doctor rolled his eyes when I asked for some Imodium and told me that I need to just let it run it's course. That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard, I don't know why old school docs say that! I mean, Meryl, I could be wrong, maybe it's just with chemo diarrhea, but there's no real need to keep doing it, right? It's not like the virus is living in her stool and she's gotta get it all out. Little Imodium would just slow things down, let her colon absorb some more water, and she'd have a firmer stool. Is that really such a terrible thing to want? I better stop. I forgot one of my (four) readers is a doctor. Oops.

Regardless, after he told me he refused to treat her symptoms, he wanted to start an IV and give her some fluids. Let me rephrase that. He wanted his three family practice HNs, with no floor experience, to start an IV. On my five year old. My five year old with the arms of a three year old. Who's already extremely dehydrated with no veins. And when I said no, that if they wouldn't let me do it, we were leaving, they threw a fit and told me I was putting her in danger. Uh, let's cut the drama here boys. One of them said "Look, it's doctor's orders, we don't really have a say in this, we HAVE to start it."

Well buddy, I certainly have a say in this. Outta my way. I got her a can of iced tea (no friggin Gatorade or water in the entire hospital vending machine system) and dumped it out and got her some water. She drank it all in about twenty minutes in his office, and then he said we could go. Assface. She drank another half can on the way home and was all peppy and fun and promised that she'd eat some toast when we got here.

But now she's laying on the couch crying again and saying she doesn't feel good. And instead of feeling sympathetic, I just want to shake her and cram some more pedialyte down her throat.

And to make this even MORE fun, Nick was so super late on Monday that he only saw the kids for an hour before bed. He left for duty on Tuesday before they were up, spent the night on the boat, and won't be home tonight (Wednesday here) until after dinner. This is ridiculous. This is not the life I signed up for! I don't care how good the money is, I don't think we can keep this up. I need help at home here!