So Unfaithful

Last night, I had a dream Hubby wanted a divorce. Sigh. We're both elated that he isn't the man of my dreams. For some crazy reason (and I'm sure it's crazy indeed) my dreams about him are always terrible. But that's a story for another day.

He wasn't unfaithful to me in that dream, not that it matters. But I feel like I've been unfoathful lately. Not to him! I'm not an adulteress or anything (although it's only 11:17 am- the day is still young) but I can't stay FOCUSED on ANYTHING!!! It's driving me nuts. I haven't even been faithful to you, Blog.

Partly, it's a result of Teething. Teething sucks. Teething makes my home a hell. A cacophonous (caca-phenous, haha) isolated hell. Sometimes the Beans are just inconsolable. Wah, wah, wah my heart is BREAKING Mommy! Do something to HELP ME!!! Well, they're not entirely inconsolable. Sometimes they're entertained by farting noises. That's a ton of fun! Farting noises of all kinds for, like twenty minutes nonstop. Have you ever tried it? Try it! You haven't lived until that's been your life. After a while your lips and mind go totally numb. I'm not sure which area loses feeling first but does it matter?

I've had three job offers in the past three weeks. I just can't take them. After child care, commuting, wardrobe and food costs we'd have less in the bank than if I stayed home. Sigh.

Pooki (I can't stand numbering them any longer) particularly loves the farting noises (see, unfaithfulness to my train of thought right there- from farting to career back to farting). She really likes the ones that fluctuate in pitch from high to low and then taper off. Kind of like this: Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeppphhhhhhhllllllluuuuuuubbbbbbbbbbbpop,pop,pop,pop......pop..............pop. Loves it. She giggles and smiles and giggles and then sticks her fingers back into her mouth and resumes fussing until she hears the noise again. She just fell asleep. That'll last for maybe twenty minutes. She's really very considerate. Both of the Beans are. They make sure I'm never alone. One is awake when the other is sleeping so I constantly have a companion. You should see what this is doing for my arms! The old biceps and triceps are superbuff from doing chores with a Bean on a hip. Really! Vaccuuming with a baby is the best way to build those muscles. I've decided that when the girls are old enough to begin doing chores, I'm going to teach them to do it while holding a baby. It might be worth having another baby just to experience the satisfaction of watching them perform what I fondly refer to as "encumbered chores". Wait a second, have another baby? What am I talking about?!?!?! Obviously I haven't been listening to myself.

But, in all honesty, I have to say that I'm really pretty proud of myself. The Craps are (were) diminishing in numbers until this week. I unloaded a bunch of stuff at the mothers of multiples semiannual used clothing and equipment sale last weekend and made about $400. That was cool because the Beans' new carseats cost $300 each. Then I learned that one of my girlfriends is going to become a grandma this month. I jumped on the chance to build a nursery again (because we know that's never not fun) and I discovered while talking with Biscuit's dad and stepmom that they want to get rid of all their kids' gear-- cribs, toys, carseats, highchair, etc (read: Craps) and my girlfriend is welcome to all of it. So where are said Craps now? I'll give you one guess.

Maybe that's why I dreamed that Hubby wanted the divorce.