Sunday, April 16, 2006

Booja Butter

It's after midnight, so Easter Sunday has technically begun. I am so excited, because this is the first holiday that Nutmeg truly seems to get. No, she is not fully cognizant of the idea that God so loved the world that he gave his only son to die on the cross, nor does she realize that the Son of God later rose from the dead, stopped by Earth to say Hi, and then ascended to Heaven. But she is very clear on the concept that the Easter Bunny will indeed visit our home tonight while she sleeps, and will bring "Easter things" including "a treat" and "some eggs." We've hidden the Easter basket, with just a corner of it peeking out from beneath the curtain.

As far as Reality, I don't want to think about it. I should be flattered by this, but instead it's more stress: Our social obligations are rivaling our moving responsibilities, because every dinner or brunch that we have been putting off for the last year or more now has been hasitly scheduled in order to avoid missing out on said event altogether.

Here is what we have done: Made contact with moving company, dealt with some of our special moving requests, made contact with leasing agent in Chicago, left message with car shipping company, done about 1/3 of necessary small repairs on apartment, gotten Easter together, planned Nutmeg's 2nd birthday party, interviewed 2 local realtors.

Here is what we have yet to do: Settle on an actual moving date and figure out when the hell we are going to look for an apartment. Give the moving company an accurate moving date (in fact, I have to all the moving company Monday to take back the dates that Epu apparently told him were firm dates while I was at work). Schedule the reporting of the one important story I'm hanging around work for. Sort through our belongings and give tons of stuff to Goodwill. Pack. Buy supplies for and execute Nutmeg's birthday party. Choose a local Realtor. Sell our unit. Find an apartment in new home. Have unit cleaned, painted and staged. Set date for and host going away barbecue. Schedule final eye doctor visit for me (if still possible since Epu's last day at current job is Friday), final haircut for me, and attend final dental work for me and final doctor visit for Nutmeg. Write letter of resignation for work when I figure out what real last day of work will be, and talk to pension lady. Inform woman at bank refinancing the buildng that we will be selling before the refi. Good god, has anyone not dropped dead from exhaustion while reading this? If not, let me assure you that we are fully incapable of doing even 2 or 3 of these things anytime soon, because there is this 2-year-old in our house who WON'T GO AWAY. I mean, isn't her visit with us getting a little long? Didn't Benjamin Franklin have an adage about houseguests and fish? But no, she never takes a hint, even when we bought her that nice luggage set for Christmas.

And that 2-year-old is so cute, that even during the 5 minutes per hour we're not attending to her many needs, we can't help playing or talking with her. Because she says things like:

(In store) Daddy, I think that pillow is too swanky.

Also, apparently Nutmeg sentenced Booja to a time out while Kaymommy was babysitting tonight. Nutmeg bit him for the first time in months, and after her time out, she said, "Now Booja should go in time out." Kaymommy explained that Booja hadn't done anything wrong, but Booja immediately walked to the time out spot and sat right down. He knows what side his bread is buttered on, that one.

6 comments:

Notta Wallflower said...

I'm laughing because apparently Booja has learned a valuable lesson that most men don't know - to go along with the woman, even if she's wrong or doesn't make sense (which is often) because it takes more effort and energy to piss her off, which then makes his life more miserable.

jenny said...

I'm sorry I haven't been around in a while, but I wanted to say Congratulations!!!! I know you guys really wanted to move to Chicago over Madison, so yay!

And Happy #2 to Nutmeg!! It seems like a challenge for us so far, but they do say the funniest things. I love it. I wish Elliott could play with Nutmeg. If you guys are ever in DC...

Kori said...

I can't wait to hear how the bunny day went---sounds like the nut was primed and ready!

jenny said...

Also wanted to add - celebrating a holiday with a 2 year old is pretty awesome, huh? I don't know if you know the Passover story, but it involves 10 plagues. Well, my MIL bought Elliott these plague finger puppets, and we also got him some books that talk about Passover, plagues included. It was pretty amusing to hear Elliott pick up a finger puppet and say, ooooooooh, boils. Oooooooooh, darkness. Ooooooooohhhhh, lice!

Chrissa said...

Hi Carrie - Just wanted to say hello; I've been enjoying your blog for some time (I came across it via Friendster, I think). I had a Chicago childhood, myself, and loved it. I grew up in the Lakeview neighborhood, thus acquiring an early familarity and comfort with dudes in leather chaps. Congrats on your upcoming move! My fiance and I actually moved to the Boston area last summer - we miss the Bay Area, but it's still been a nice change.

Chrissa

Moxie Mom said...

...breathe...

having just moved 8 hours away from where we were with a 3 1/2 year-old and an infant—it can be done.

Looking back, I am not sure HOW it got done, but we are here, all our stuff is here, so it must have worked

good luck and remember to breathe