I Used to Fold My Underwear

I don't anymore. Fold my underwear that is. I realized that if Avery was awake, I could spend that time playing with her or keeping her from sprinkling feminine hygiene products all over the house. If Avery was asleep, well, maybe I could sit down. And that sounds a whole lot better than folding underwear. I'm fully aware that some of you reading probably have pristine undergarment drawers, and if you are able to gloat now and make yourself feel a little better, have at it.

This week was just another reminder that it will be a LONG time before many things get folded, cleaned, straightened, or found. Here's why:

**The wind in the kitchen finally subsided today. They were six long, loud days in our house. When Servpro returned Wednesday, they still found moisture, so they left 2 fans and the humidifier. They ripped out a little of our wall, meaning I will now have to come up with a new paint color. By that point I was really thinking it would be great to just tear everything wet out so that I could hear myself think (and Avery investigate) in the upper level of my house.

**We've basically been kitchenless since Sunday as well, other than using the fridge. We've eaten out or gotten take-out each night. I felt guilty about not cooking for a few seconds the other night. Then I felt the wind, saw the dirty fan cords draped on my counters, noticed the lack of overhead lighting and the hole in the ceiling, and got over it. We're getting reimbursed. We'll eat out.

**My online class started Wednesday. There is definitely a reason that college is typically designed for the 18 to 2o something age range. I've had several panic attacks concerning drop boxes, forums, and assigned reading.

**When I arrived at school at noon Monday (after leaving Avery in the pediatrician's office screaming for me BEFORE the shots) I was handed the phone and listened to a lady tell me that the class mentioned about was not going to count for recertification. This meant that I had paid $350 for nothing and would probably not get into another class for the spring semester. I spent the next 2 days scrambling because of her mistake. Luckily, I can pay another $240 to get graduate credit from a random college and hopefully keep my license from expiring.

What a week. I was ready to jump off a roof Monday but can say that things are looking better, at least until the construction begins next week in the kitchen. Tonight I'm enjoying the sofa in my living room for the first time since last Saturday and thinking of ordering a new book. Who needs folded underwear anyway?