I then took it to an auto body shop close by and got a quote on the repairs and he said no less than $2500, maybe $2000 and then I nearly threw up. Cue another sad, scared, teary message on the Dotytron's phone apprising him of this latest development.
In a testament to what a good person he is, the Dotytron, when he finally called me back, wasn't mad at all (or at least, I don't think he was, I couldn't quite hear him over the sound of my own, hiccuping wailing, "YOU'RE MAD AT MEEEEEEEE!!!" and because he is a better person than I, was more concerned that we weren't hurt. Because he is more concerned about appearances than I, he is insisting that we get it fixed, ASAP. I took it to another body shop today and he said we were looking at $1300, and I'm hoping I can negotiate a cash deal. I'm going to ask around a few more places though. So we're out $1300, worst case scenario, because I am a horrible driver.
SLEEP DEPRIVATION IS REAL, FOLKS.
I joined the Facebook page for our neighbourhood, hoping that I'd find out about nannies and the like or get some tips on stuff there. It's pandemonium on that page. Basically a bunch of people who barely know how to be online going buck. This one guy posted this thing about how his brother saw people from one of the Pakistani restaurants in Little India luring pigeons into the kitchen and how he was calling the Toronto Board of Health. Now to me, that smacks of racism, so I posted this little gem:
which obviously got me mad props from people who aren't neurotic gentrification-obsessed weirdos. Then I had second thoughts and told the Dotytron that if I actually have School Board Trustee ambitions (which I kinda do?) that maybe it wasn't a good idea to troll the neighbourhood Facebook page. But then he said that I could probably campaign on a "Frankie Says Relax" platform, and when I gave it a thought I realized he was absolutely right. LOL! Karl Lagerfeld: Frankie Says Relax in 2020. So good.
Last weekend ended up being surprisingly chill. We had all of Saturday completely off, which was so, so, so nice. I don't know why I don't do that more often. We got our Xmas tree and decorated it on Friday night, we watched some Xmas movies on Saturday, and then had a visit with a friend and her kid at Sprouts on Sunday, followed by a lasagna dinner care of Momma D in the evening. It was nice to just putter and do house stuff.
Now we're on the heels of a new weekend and it's Thursday night and I am spent. Done. Tapped out. All out of love, patience, everything. Yesterday almost broke me. It started all regular-like. Loaded up the boys in the bitter cold, dropped the Big Yam at daycare, took the Wonder Twins to the grocery store. Came inside the house, and our Christmas tree had fallen over. I had a 1:45pm massage scheduled that I already knew I was going have to cut short to get the Wonder Twins to their 3:00pm 6 month doctor's appointment on time. To top it all off, I had to pick up the Big Yam from daycare, get dinner on the table, bath all 3 boys, and get them to bed while the Dotytron was attending to winter concert duties that evening. Dr. Rei was coming over to help, but wasn't going to be at our place until 6:30pm or so. I took one look at the tree, sighed, girded my loins, picked up the tree and repositioned it, packed up the boys, and went to Canadian Tire, AFTER stopping at yet another auto body place to get another quote. Yesterday was a rough go. It doesn't help that every time I show up at a medical office with the Wonder Twins I get a pitying/surprised, "Oh, you're here by yourself?" Because apparently it's not normal to be a beast and handle EVERY medical appointment on your own, with two infants in tow.
I try to stay positive and upbeat and can-do, but tonight I reached my limit. Ehmdo and I went with the kids to the new aquarium downtown. The good news is that the aquarium is amazing. Beautiful, clean, well designed, and expensive, but what the hell. It was worth it for the look of wonder on all the boys' faces, but after my Wednesday, by the time we got home and I had to wrassle with an over-stimulated, under-napped Big Yam and two babies whose general routine had been upended, it was too much. My patience reserves were spent and I could feel myself getting snappy and short-tempered. We've been having such positive results with the Big Yam now that we've backed off from being reactionary in our discipline methods that I had to tell the Dotytron to basically take care of everything tonight, or else I was going to lose my s**t. I've said it before, but three under three (or thereabouts) is no joke. Those looks of sympathy I get from mums of singletons when I'm out and about (and this is before they find out that I have another preschooler), is warranted. Momma knows, child!
Wonder Twins at 6 months
The Great Gazoo's been all about playing with his little tongue lately.
Look at this little daydream believer.
Our crooked tree when it was still standing and therefore still in my good graces. The Dotytron always likes to under-light the tree so I strung about 500 lights myself and I still think we could have more.
What I've been eating lately:
Leftover brisket from JJ & S's Hanukkah, warmed and served on buttered challah with roasted garlic mayo and caramelized onions, with baked cauliflower casserole with cheddar-broccoli sauce, and slaw
Low carb hell: shrimp, chickpeas with feta, and leftover cauliflower
Beef kofta, fried haloumi, tomato cucumber salad
Osso buco, polenta, roasted Brussels sprouts, gremolata, and extra marrow bones
Salted caramel apple pie