A few days ago I had my car in the garage, again, to finally fix that leak that dumps a lot of water in my car when it rains. I had to kill three hours and spent two at Dunkin’ Donuts… I was ready to go for seconds.
I was so good, I just had one of their egg sandwiches, but your mind wanders after you have read Bedford magazine, organized your purse, looked at all your clipped coupons only to find that half of them are expired, avoided eye contact with the weird guy in the corner one too many times… I wanted a donut! But instead of succumbing to my urge, I wandered to A. C. Moore and walked the aisles there until I finally got the call that the car is ready. I found cute muffin baking cups with Elmo on it I will be using for Landon’s birthday.
Today it poured most of the day, a great way to find out if the car is fixed, and what do you know: my car now has an INDOOR SWIMMING POOL! Ugh, so I have to get back to the car place and hope they can fix this once and for all. This time I deserve a donut…
Since the weather was so yucky, I made apple streusel muffins with Landon. They were from a mix, but at least whole wheat. I used some of the Elmo cups because I won’t be needing 75 for the birthday, and I knew he would get a kick out of them. He loves his Elmo. Here are the stages of preparation:
Before going into the oven: Elmo is making sure they look good.
Landon after he licked the spoon:
The final product: Mmm…
Then Landon played with a chair and pretended to be a fireman in a car. We still don’t have the correct table in the kitchen — the big one doesn’t fit through the door.
L will be a fireman for Halloween this year, so he got dressed in his outfit. I didn’t want him to have to wear a mask — I know I wouldn’t want to — so I got him this comfy costume at Target.
We enjoyed the muffins with Daddy, who was resting on the bed. He is in a lot of discomfort from his partial tears in his shoulder and some mystery illness that makes also his hips and neck hurt so much at night that he can’t move without groaning all night. I sent him to the doctor again today, the third one, and my hubby came back with Aleve. ALEVE? This man doesn’t get any sleep all night, the pain is so intense.
I knew I should have gone with him and made some fire under these doctors’ asses. In their defense, I have to say that men (my husband) are the worst when it comes to being a good advocate for their own health. You get them into the doctor’s office and they develop amnesia and can’t recall how bad they felt last night. All of a sudden they forget to mention half their symptoms. Speak up, my dear hubby! Ugh. I guess that’s why God created wives.
What is it with the repeat visits, to the garage and the doctors? Doctor No. 4 and more blood work on Monday. Even though I didn’t leave the house all day — Don took L out of the house later for a few hours — I had a nice day, nesting and taking care of my two men (well, babies).