1. Get a hair
cut trim cut trim cut trim something.
2. Make sure my queens aren’t dead or anything. That would be queen bees, of course. I don’t think drag is very big in these parts, and even if it were, and if I did know some of them, it would be rather uppity and insufferable to call them “my” queens.
3. Stop winding up in front of the fridge wondering, “Why am I standing here with the door open?” I can’t tell you how many times I’ve done that in the past day or two. Once I was on my way to switch a load of laundry and found myself looking into the fridge. Then I needed a jar of pasta sauce from the storage room in the basement, and I found myself staring into the fridge. I almost put the giganto carton of Gold Fish into the fridge. My brain seems to be misfiring a bit. I still have the sore throat and a tiny bit of a cough. The fever is very low grade and comes and goes (mostly goes, to be perfectly honest), so I don’t know what is going on. But it seems to be making me a bit muddled and I wind up looking into the fridge for things I can’t remember that have nothing to do with anything actually in the refrigerator.
I keep debating whether or not I should go see a doctor about this, but I don’t actually have a doctor up here yet, and I loathe the idea of walking into an urgent care or ER just to say, “I have a slightly more than mild sore throat, intermittent low-grade fever, kinda more tired than normal, and I keep standing in front of the refrigerator wondering what I’m looking for. Could you please give me a rapid strep test?”
The thing is, I could could have a strep test done any day of any week and it would probably come back positive. I seem to be a strep carrier (though I think it shows up better on the actual throat culture than it does on the rapid strep test). Anyway, I’m still not convinced I have active strep, but the test would probably come back positive and they’d put me on antibiotics. Now, this wouldn’t be all bad, because the ol’ adult acne has been flaring up and the antibiotics would help with that, but other than that they wouldn’t serve any real medical purpose that I am aware of. If I have active strep, they would make it so I can’t spread it around. But if the test just comes back positive because I’m a carrier? Then it really wouldn’t make a difference. I’m not contagious if I’m not active. At least that is my understanding of things, and since I’ve never infected any of my family members it seems pretty sound.
In the meantime, I suspect I have a virus (though the acne might indicate otherwise). But I think it’s a virus because a few days before the throat and the fever and the refrigerator all set it, I had this fine rash that made me think, “That looks like a viral rash. What’s it doing on my arm flab?” I mean, aren’t viral rashes supposed to show up on your torso somewhere? Not highlight visible areas of your body that need some resistance training?
Wait just a second . . . I think I need to go get something from the fridge . . .
4. Cart some of the sod
we McH ripped out of the garden expansion area over to the low spot in the field that we haven’t been able to mow because we keeping getting the riding mower stuck in the muck. Yeah, we’re cool like that with our riding mower and all. Anyway, it is a veritable swamp over there, but it has the nicest, most lush grass on our property, and I’m sure by now a couple of alligators are probably calling it home. Seriously though, something has to be done or it will be come the Copa Cabana for mosquitoes, so I’m filling it in with sod that has much lower quality grass on it. Oh well.
5. Pick a dentist so I can call and make some appointments on Monday. Midge showed me yesterday where she has an adult tooth coming in on the bottom, but the baby tooth in front of it isn’t even slightly loose. This freaks me out a little since I had to have my bottom front teeth pulled for this very reason when I was four or five. However, one of my other girls had this same thing happen, and our wonderful dentist who is now 2.5 hours away said to just give it time, so we did, and the baby tooth came out on its own. Also, since I was looking into Midge’s mouth, I decided to take a peek into Tank Boy’s mouth, and he seems to have a cavity! Lovely. None of my kids have ever had a cavity before. Can you believe it? I can’t. But it’s true. Anyway, I need to get it looked at before his whole head rots off and children’s services comes to pay me a visit, but I’m too busy staring into my refrigerator to realize they are here.
6. Muster up the courage and determination to call our local school district on Monday (or, you know, maybe Tuesday or Wednesday . . . just one of those days next week, anyway) and talk to them about enrolling our two oldest for next school year. That will get its own post sometime soon, probably. This has been a huge, difficult decision, and I’m still not 100% committed to it, but I suppose 99.9% is good enough to make the call. I will be whimpering in a corner in the fetal position late in August, but it really is probably for the best. More later on that.
7. There is no 7. I think that is enough goals for the weekend (and they are on top of other things I have to do for church and whatnot, so really there is a seven, but one of the girls needs this computer, and I need to go see what’s in the fridge . . . kidding).
And George, if you’re out there, Tewt the Newt says hello.