A Work at Home Mom’s Blog

This morning my mom called me. I answered the phone, and we made small talk for a minute or so when she said, “You sound like you’re in a hurry.” At first I was puzzled. Then I remembered that it was Monday.

What’s so special about Monday, you ask? It’s the first day of the work week. That means it’s the day after the weekend. And that means it’s my first day back on my ADD meds after two days off of them (usually).

Since I don’t know how long I’ll be able to afford to stay on them once my health insurance lapses, I’ve been refraining from taking them on the weekends unless I have a lot of work to do. Sometimes I even skip a day during the week. I asked the doctor about it, and she said that if I was tolerating that okay, it was fine. I am, so that’s what I’ve been doing in an effort to stretch them out.

The only problem is that when I go two days without them and then start taking them again, I get a little wired. Kind of like I took too many of those old-school diet pills that made you bounce off the walls before they quit selling them. When I first started doing that, I would sometimes get so hyped up that I couldn’t sit in front of the computer and work. But now that I’m more accustomed to it, it’s not quite so profound.

So if anyone out there happens to talk to me in person or on the phone for some reason, and it’s Monday, and I’m speaking rather rapidly, don’t think I don’t want to talk to you. It’s just the medication.

I was telling a little story to some friends last week from when Pumpkin was a baby. I’ve been meaning to blog about it because it’s just so darn funny, but never got around to it until now. Warning: It’s slightly gross, nothing too graphic, but if you have a really weak stomach, you might want to proceed with caution.

When Pumpkin was a few months old, Hubby and I were working at the same discount store. He worked full-time during the day, and I worked part-time at night. That worked out nicely because they were always willing to work with us and we never needed a babysitter just to go to work. We only had one vehicle, so he got off of work about an hour before I had to go in so I could get there on time.

Anyway, one day it was almost time for me to leave for work and I was straightening up in Pumpkin’s room. Her diaper pail was full, so I took the bag out, tied it up and put a new one in. I was about to take the full bag out when the phone rang. I sat the bag down and answered the phone. When I got off the phone, I went to get ready for work and forgot about the bag of diapers.

Later that evening while I was at work, our neighbors came down. They had two kids, one of which was still in diapers. We happened to have a bunch of disposable diapers stockpiled for Pumpkin, some of which were larger sizes that she couldn’t wear yet. We had a big trash bag full of size 3s, which is what our neighbors’ kid wore, so they asked Hubby if he had a few they could have until they went out to the store. He went into Pumpkin’s room, grabbed a trash bag full of diapers, brought it into the living room and untied it. He told the mother to get out as many as she needed. She reached in, made a face, and said, “Um… are these used?” Yes, that’s right, he had grabbed the bag of dirty diapers!

I wish I could have been there to see the look on his face. He called me at work to ask why there was a bag of dirty diapers sitting out in Pumpkin’s room, then proceeded to tell me the story. Yes, I guess it was kind of my fault the whole thing happened, but I couldn’t apologize because I was laughing so hard. It’s a good thing it was almost closing time, because I had a serious case of the giggles for the rest of the night.

So there it is, one of my favorite stories about Hubby. And proof positive that I can be pretty ditzy sometimes.

Do you ever feel like you’re just really behind the times? I do. I guess a lot of it has to do with not getting out much any more and rarely watching TV. It’s kind of hard to keep up with the latest trends that way. I do have the internet, but most of my time online is spent working. Still, the good ole web is how I found out about Oakley watches. Is it sad that up until recently I thought they only made sunglasses?

I’m going to have to do better. Hopefully we’ll be getting our satellite service back soon, and I can do a better job of keeping up with these kinds of things. Not so much because I’m super-concerned about being in style, but because I always promised myself that as a parent I would try to keep up with all the trends and such. I’m not really worried about understanding them (because some of them I have caught onto have been pretty incomprehensible), but rather seeing what’s out there so I can better relate to Pumpkin. She’s already quite the little fashionista, so I’m going to have my hands full when she gets a little older.

I guess it’s kind of payback for when I was younger and had to have all of the coolest clothes. But my mom didn’t mind it too much. She didn’t “get” a lot of the stuff I wore, especially the funkier stuff, but she could relate because she had her own unique sense of style. Heck, she still does. I’m the one sporting the old jeans and t-shirts. It’s going to be really sad if I have to start going to my mom for fashion advice!