heavy-weight mutts & bitty baby

so apparently Pergo the dog is a light weight. I've got 2 dogs that are, apparently, not light weights. My gut wanted hardwood flooring. We installed laminate (specifically & actually Pergo) that I love the look of! it's really pretty...but functionally and aesthetically not what I really wanted. Shoulda listened to my gut. *sigh*

And in a completely unrelated gripe:

baby L. had her 1 year check up. All's good, even if the doctor, who I don't really care for, looked at me with great doubt when I told her that this 18 pound cutie eats more than most 4 year olds I know. She (baby L.) had to get some blood drawn (standard hematocrit, I was told) and the doctor, of who I'm not particularly fond, said that she would "...only call if there is an issue with the blood work." O.k., fair enough. So a nurse calls today from the doctor's office "...regarding L.s blood work results." sending me into a full blown panic in a split second. The nurse: "The doctor wanted me to let you know that her blood work came back perfectly normal." wtf?? Don't tell me you won't call unless there's an issue and then turn around and call me. Grrrrrr. Mama bear mad. Did I mention I don't particularly care for this doctor???

Creativity Derailed

So, apparently this blogging thing is just going to be a quarterly event for me. This whole Running a Household thing is really eating up my time...go figure. And then there are these little people I keep finding at my computer...in my chair...at my desk. Ok, so the definition of "my" in Momish is: shared, used, or abused by all the offspring of said mommy. So anyways, the blogging constantly gets pushed aside, as does the cleaning of the interior of my Momivan and the bathing of the dogs (aka Dumb & Dumber). Then again, the dog bath thing is one of those *Man Jobs. Or why can't the kids apply the Momish definition of "my" to the dogs? Afterall, they are my dogs...and then maybe if they would bathe the dogs I could get a few minutes on my computer to ramble on about Man jobs and such. Ehh. Off I go...the laundry is calling.

*see earlier post