Thursday, October 25, 2007

sick day

I don't like being sick. I never have been. Well, not true. Sometimes I think it's fun to lose my voice, but for me that usually happens after the feeling sick part. An after effect of the sickness. I've been sick since yesterday. well, I've been feeling it coming for about a week now. Y'know that feeling, when you wake up in the morning and it's hard to breathe, your throat hurts, all that jazz. Yesterday was the day it really hit though. Which was lame because it was my day off.

At the same time though, I was glad it was my day off because I don't like calling in sick. I feel VERY guilty when I call in sick, it doesn't matter how sick I am, if I'm puking, or just miserable with cramps or something. I feel guilty, I feel like I let everyone at work down because I can't muster the energy/strength to suck it up and go into work.

My sister in law is pregnant and due the first part of december. During her first trimester, she was very sick, as was I. We were talking it about it, and talking about maternity leave and she mentioned how you can take your maternity leave anytime during your pregnancy as well. I didn't know that. She took a lot of time off at the beginning of her pregnancy because her husband was supposed to be deployed to Iraq so she wanted to spend some time with him and the family. Or at least that's what she told her employer (she's a nurse). So she took time off, and was really sick being pregnant. I'm digressing though.

When we were talking about calling in sick, and I said that I haven't really called in sick while I've been pregnant because I feel guilty calling in, she said "Oh, you're one of those 'good' employees". Like it's a bad thing to be a good employee. Like I should call in 'sick' every once in a while just to stay home, or have an extra day off.

I don't do that! I never have! Even when I hate my job (which I don't currently) I don't do that. It's rather dishonest to me, and I don't like feeling I let someone down. My conscience won't let me do that. Which is a good thing.

Anyway, I'm home sick today. I called in to work, and I feel guilty that I'm sick. It will be nice when I'm no longer working, and then when I'm sick, I don't have to feel guilty about not showing up somewhere. But this is what living like this does.

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Cleaning ladies

My in-laws both work full time, and because of that, about 2-3 years ago, my mother in law decided to hire some cleaning company to come clean her house about once a month. I don't blame her! She works in retail, and she also runs her own business, so on her day off she's making deliveries around the town. She doesn't have time to ever really deep clean her house.

Now matt and I live here in her basement, and the cleaning ladies will clean our little apartment for us too! Usually that doesn't bother me. I don't like bathrooms, and during the first few months of my pregnancy, I loved having someone else clean my toilet. I spent a lot of time bonding with my toilet, and sometimes the thought of cleaning it made me sick, sometimes just looking at it made me sick.

we also have hardwood floors throughout the whole basement, excluding our bedroom. so I like that I don't have to clean them (it would involve me on my hands and feet).

But sometimes, I really don't like them coming. They call my mother in law about 2 days before they come, and she comes and tells me "the cleaning ladies will be here on ____ at _____" and whether or not this works for me and matt they still come. We have our dog, and she panics with vacuums and unknown people taking over 'her' house. So if when the cleaning ladies come and it doesn't work for us, we have to take Indy over to my parents house and inconvenience them. We couldn't very well leave her locked up in the bedroom for 8 hours while we're at work just because the cleaning ladies are coming. That's just asking for trouble.

Today is one of the days when I think that they should not be here. it's not that bad because Matt's off today, I don't work until 1pm, and they were supposed to come at 11am. Only they showed up at 10:30. and I was still in the shower. and my clean clothes were in the laundry upstairs. and I haven't had breakfast yet. and I need to do my dishes. and all those other ands!!

so because I don't want to get in their way, so they can clean faster and get out of my house quicker, I will stay in my bedroom with the puppy and Matt. Instead of getting ready for work, instead of doing more laundry, instead of finishing my dishes, instead of making a real breakfast I got cold cereal, instead of all the other things I wanted to get done today!! I'm going to stay in my room, still in my pj's because my clothes are in the dryer upstairs, and cut out quilting squares. Not really the top on my priority list. After all, this is what living like this does.

Monday, October 15, 2007

showing off


When my little brother got married in August, we spent some time outside the temple waiting for them to come out, and the Jordan River Temple has a nice fountain out front. I have 5 nieces and nephews on this side of the family, and the fountain was a HUGE hit, because it was so hot outside. My favorite though, my niece Rebekah.

as you can see, she was soaked after playing in the fountain. Her hair was plastered all over her face because it was so wet from being dragged in the fountain. Her dress was soaked as well. It was actually really funny. Slightly embarrassing for my dear sisters, with their kids running wild in front of the temple, but they sure are cute!

Sam was loving playing with dad's camera the whole time (he was the one who initiated the fountain playing) Yes, the camera was on, and he actually took some really good pictures. It was funny because when we were taking the family group shots, he refused to look at the camera man, and just glared down at his shoes. I think he was just mad that he couldn't use that camera.

I love being an aunt though, it's so much fun to be able to play with the kids. I brag that I'm the favorite aunt because I have the puppy. It's true though, I am the favorite. Actually I think most of them just forget about me and move straight towards Indy. I know Sam does. Our family has a fish we mail to each other, and fill full of treats and letters from the family. My sister AnnaJune had it, and she was asking Sam who he wanted to mail it to. She went through everyone in the family, including all the kids, and he didn't want to send it to anyone. Then she asked if he wanted to send it to Indy, and he jumped all over that, and well, Indy got the fish in the mail. Full of dog treats. Yeah, I'm the favorite aunt, and I'm not ashamed to admit it's because I have the puppy.

Monday, October 08, 2007

boys will be boys

there's a little boy hiding inside my husband, yearning to get out and play games all day long. Matt actually manages a video game store, and he's going to school right now in "video game art/design and development". Yes, that's his major.

About once a week, he brings me home a game that he thinks I'll like to try. He gets to check anything out of his store for 3 days, so he gets movies and games for us. A few weeks ago, it was some sims pet game. Usually I'll try it for about 15 minutes, and then I get bored with it. I really do! Video games are really too complicated for me to play. I don't have the coordination for it. one button that moves your camera, one that moves your character, it's just too much for me.

Currently, Matt has Tetris home for me to play, which I actually really like. Still get my trash kicked when I play with him, but I don't care, everyone gets their trash kicked when they play with him, he's just really good. In high school, we'd get a bunch of people together, hook up two xboxes, and play halo against each other on 2 tvs in 2 different rooms. Please bear in mind, that I was usually the odd one out, sitting there, watching all these men become boys. It was actually quite humorous to me.

Lucky for Matt, I'm quite a patient wife, and it really doesn't bother me that he likes to play games. He listens to me when I say "hey, come pay attention to me" or "please go stop Indy from barking up a storm" or something like that.

I came home from work a little early today, Matt's off for the rest of the week, so i thought it'd just be nice to have an evening home with him. This is what I came home to:


I walked into the room, and turn on all the lights, because they had been playing in the dark. I say "hey!" and got absolutely no response. NONE! They were both playing separate games, and completely ignored me. I don't know how guys can do this. When I'm spending time with my girlfriends (yeah, that once every 6 months or whenever I have that time) I usually like to talk with them, or do something like scrap booking so we can talk. I guess boys are just different.

Men are from mars, women are from venus right? Yeah, this is what living like this does.