I sucked down every home-grown remedy for pregnancy "morning" sickness since Eve got advice from her mother-in-law (think about it), but nothing works like good ole manmade synthesized DRUGS.
Zofran, I worship you.
Now that I finally feel like ME again, I'm getting to all the things that I didn't do during the weeks I didn't feel like me.
(My husband worships Zofran too.)
I picked up the first floor, scoured the bathroom and mopped the hallway this morning - all before 8:00AM. And then I exercised. (I know!) Spent a few hours playing catch-up in Mommy Time. Pretty sure my kids have missed me. Mommy? Playing with us again? Something changed ... she must be cutting our college savings again and feeling guilty ....
And now naptime has arrived and it's time for me to move on to another Project.
What to choose? Hang pictures? Paint? Do another bathroom? Attempt to conquer the storage room? (HA! Good one ...)
Nope. Priority is our CLOSET.
Now, the problem with the closet is that it has a DOOR. And it's HUGE. (The closet, not the door.) You can make a royal mess, close those lover-ly mirrors, and nobody has to know.
Over There, in Brazil, they don't have closets. They have these:
They're called "guarda-roupas" - essentially "place to put away clothes." They're very thin and narrow and don't really lend themselves to piles of "I don't look good in that today" or "I don't feel like putting away those clean clothes right now." Our clothes were pretty much always clean and organized because, well, they had to be. I couldn't run away from it.Now, however, I have this big beautiful black hole that I can destroy and then promptly turn away from.
(I know I ended with a preposition. It's okay. Breathe. This is English, not Latin. Look it up.)
I'm fairly good at keeping visible rooms clean-ish. After all, we might have visitors and THEN WHAT WOULD THEY THINK?! Our family room/kitchen area RIGHT NOW:
(dang it I should have put away the flip-flops ...)The nice, shiny sink - FlyLady would be so proud.
Our front sitting room:
And ... brace yourselves for BEHIND THE SCENES BECKY:
Ouch. Ooo. Eeeek.
And yet, I really only have to see this atrocity twice a day. In the morning and at night. Very briefly. It's not in-my-face-disgustingness-that-I-have-to-stare-at-all-day. So, really, it's not my FAULT that it looks decidedly tornado-y. It's the door's fault. I cannot be blamed.
And ... naptime's almost over. Dang it. Looks like it'll have to wait another day. No biggie. I'll just shut the door.
28 comments:
Darlin' you are doing great!
You'll know when all my closets are clean, because the second coming won't be far behind!
Yay for Zofran! Soooo happy for you! I wish it did that much for me! Pretty much it keeps me out of the hospital for a few extra days at a time;) Such is life;)
Good luck and I hope everything continues to go great!!!! (or better anyway!)
I'm glad you are feeling better. And yeah - being able to close a closet and ignore the mess is definitely a blessing. Now, if it gets to the point where you can't actually CLOSE the door because it's too full - then you know it's time to do something about it :)
Aren't doors evil like that? Our door problem is our computer room. First the desktop broke, then we didn't want the toddler removing every book from the bookshelves in there. Now its a series of food storage, storage bins, and empty boxes that are destined for a huge project (when I have time without a toddler). Plus we have things in there that are just waiting for the day I say 'these MUST go into the garage attic.' It will happen before I am burdened with a 30 week gut. Or at least a 35 week gut. It needs to be emptied enough to use the air mattress that will be filled with family once they have an excuse to live at my house for a week at a time. I mean, when the baby comes.
Oh, I'm so glad Zofran works for you.
I endured HUNDREDS of pukes with my first two pregnancies only to be told of the WONDER DRUG before having number three. I was hopeful and grateful.
Yeah. Well. I suppose Zofran to my morning sickness is what a band-aid is to a severed limb. It might be helping a little, but really, you can't tell much of a difference.
Working with averages I figured my morning sickness pukes have reached the quadruple digits.
There was no cleaning done on my part for MONTHS at a time.
I'm the girl everyone gets to be happy they aren't. Glad I can help you out.
Ha ha, I was just going to right almost word for word what Joni did.
Zofran helped a teensy bit. I even had a Zofran pump with my last pregnancy, and it was firmly in place until 32 weeks. Fun stuff.
But I'm SO HAPPY that it works for you. Anytime people don't have to endure the morning sickness makes me thrilled to no end.
Have fun cleaning out your closet!
...gotta LOVE that Zofran! It seriously saved my life. In more ways than one! Glad it worked for ya!
Too funny! We'd rather you blog than clean your closet anyway.
Happy you have the Zofran.
Dude... do you want me to show you a picture of MY closet? I promise you'll feel better about yours. :)
And... without even reading your post, my husband pointed at the picture and said "that is all they have in Paraguay. No closets."
Heh.
So, a disgusting little history lesson:
In medieval England, the "garderobe" was indeed the place where folks kept their most valuable clothing, like furs and things. This was because there were no moths in the garderobe to eat the fabric.
Why no moths, you ask? Well, because the "garderobe" was also the...ahem...indoor potty. Think outhouse in your bedroom. Essentially it was a wooden seat over an open sewer.
And that's where your lovely portuguese word came from.
As for the rest of your post, my entire house looks like everything in your closet vomited on itself. I'm moving college kids out, and they have messes buried under the messes.
And I could use me some motivational drugs. The diet coke is just not doing the trick.
Sorry. Comment longer than post. Bad DeNae.
SO glad you're feeling better!
Your closet looks MUCH better than mine, and I only have a hole in the wall. This is really not an atrocity at all. It's probably for the best that we don't live close because I'm not sure you could ever come to my house.
The joy of going from miserable to feeling human again is a beautiful thing!!! I'm so happy for you! (And am ashamed that a pregnant, nauseous woman's house looks better than mine!)
My house is not as clean as your closet. I'm not worthy of even reading your blog! Also, that is a seriously fabulous closet! It looks like it's about the same size as my girls bedroom. ;o)
So glad you are feeling better and getting many things done. Yeah, the US is the country of closets compared to everywhere else in the world. Yours is huge!
I wish I had a walkin to hide all of my husbands treasures. The guarda ropa closet in our room isn't quite doing it for us. Paciencia, I guess. That's what my room door is for.
Que bom que te sentes melhor. Beijinhos, amor!
Now that both the kiddos are away in school my house is shockingly clean. A friend could drop over and I wouldn't be embarrassed for once!
However the master bedroom looks like three unhealthy teenage boys live there. But cleaning it would mean giving up all my free time and then putting my kids in after school program. So I too close the door and ignore it.
Amen to Susan who said we would rather you blog than clean your closet anyway. =)
Pregnant women should not have clean houses, it ruins it for the rest of us. If you go around being all polished like that, what will my husband say when he reads your blog and I try to pull the old, "Can't...do...dishes..." garbage on him?
Let the drugs do their job, but don't TELL anyone.
(And I like your house.)
(("I" before "E" except after "C"))
Yay for not feeling like crap!
I would have the same attitude to my bedroom closet except it's kind of spilled out and instead I just shut the bedroom door. I lurve my bedroom door - all lovely and close-able like it is....
Somedays my house would kill to look as good as your closet. And I'm not pregnant. :)
My gosh! Your house is immaculate! One closet is nothing to complain about. My question is with all your boys how do you keep your white couches clean??? I would imagine they would destroy it on a daily basis... can we say SUPER MOM?
Zofran saved me during my first pregnancy. I had the amazing little meltaways that I didn't even have to swallow. I'm so glad you're feeling better.
And congratulations on your wonderful new home! It looks great.
If I was Harry Potter, I would choose to live in your closet :).
Okay, we can't be friends anymore. Because your "messy" closet looks like my "almost tidy" rooms. I'm sorry. I just don't think we can get past this one, hon. :P
Also, if you needed drugs to survive your (time of day)sickness, you're not weak for struggling with it. You lied to me? (And what are you? A sheep??) So there. You're way too awesome, so suck it. :P
Isn't that what closets are FOR? :)
And also the entire laundry room.
Everybody needs to be able to close at least one door.
But I'm happy you're feeling better and also so impressed with the resultant clean house and (wow) exercising.
I was a Zofran mommy today, though it only made it so I could get up.
I just posted on a similar topic...but I'm letting behind the scenes Rachel out!
Wow. You are doing great. If you can get that much done, you are light years ahead of me.
Just be grateful you have such a closet to destroy, and doors to hide it. Because really, it could be much worse. . .
There could be no closet doors in your entire house.
Loveit... nice post and way to be all about making others feel good! Such a service. Unfortunately I bet most closets are MUCH MUCH worse. Just don't challenge us all to post pictures of or closets.
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