Review of the Spring Break To Do List/Poison Ivy

I’m wondering about the wisdom of trying to essentially redecorate two rooms, put in three major plant beds, move a(nother) truck load of dirt and set up a garden in 4 days.  Especially when for two of those days, only one person was able to work on these projects.

The good news is that the beds are set and the garden is ready for planting.  We still have a ton of dirt in the driveway to move.  OK.  Not a ton.  We ordered a ton and some of it has already been moved.  I was only able to put in two sets of shrubberies:  the scotchbroom and the firepower nandina.  We decided not to go with the satsuki azaleas.  We love that they bloom in June, but they only grow to two feet.  Those are supposed to serve as “eye guards” from our neighbor’s tool shed and two feet tall ain’t gonna do it.  We’re going to go for the kurume azaleas which can get to 5 feet or so. 

The inside of the house looks as though some wild boar has run amuck in it.  Clothes are scattered all over the house.  First, we’re moving the “good” bedroom furniture to the new “master” bedroom…and Dave and I are reorganizing the drawers, etc.  There are still issues with t-shirts which must be resolved.  I’m also putting into storage the clothes that are not going to fit around either my fat a$$ or my burgeoning belly until much later this year.  The ones that hug the boobs tight, well, they’re staying at least for the time being.  In any case, clothes are not stored in their special place yet and the place is a wreck.

The good news is that the furniture mostly fits in the new bedroom and we both are pretty psyched that the old bedroom is going to become the family room.  It’s huge and sunny and just off the kitchen (No, I don’t know why someone put the master bedroom off the kitchen), so it will be a good place for us all to hang out. 

The future…the future…when everything is back in its special place.  That’s what I’m holding onto now.

And joy of joys, I think I have my first case of poison ivy.  Just when I thought I couldn’t get any prettier.  There are the flea bites, new amounts of fat, frizzy hair and no “beauty routine” up the whole week while on spring break.  I confess, I sometimes do not wash my hair or change out of slacker clothes when I’m just working around the house.  It may shocking (or not) but it’s the truth.

So, just when I was wondering if my husband was wishing I’d go back to work just so I’d actually wear clothes without holes in them, I notice that some of my “flea bites” are in a long, straight line.  And that they are oozing.  And that they are continuing to multiply despite our putting flea medicine on the furry children days earlier.  And that I’m the only one getting bitten.  So the conclusion we’ve come to is that either I’m the victim of some obsessive compulsive straight line fleas or I’ve got my first case of poison ivy.  I probably went over the line in developing my sensitivity to it by working three day in a row pulling up the ivy beds. 

I’m calling the doctor ASAP tomorrow morning.  I’ve checked babycenter.com and I’ve googled like a wild woman and I see no danger to the baby if it is poison ivy.  It’s just that soon, I would like to not wake up scratching my arms and legs in painful ecstasy.  There’s a moment when I’m half asleep and I’m scratching myself in a frenzy…and then I realize I don’t give a f*ck and I am going to scratch every itch on my swollen body.  And according to Dave, I haven’t even hit the itchy stage yet. 

It’s a good thing I’m already pregnant, because in the state I’m in, there’s no chance I could get that way. 

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