Me: "Is it possible that when [the pest control company] comes out to spray that they not be allowed in my apartment unless I answer the door? I'll then take it upon myself to reschedule if we miss a visit."
New Girl: "Do you have any pets?"
[Confused] "Yeah, two cats."
"Okay, I'll put you down for a service call. They should be here - "
"No, I don't want them to come out; I want to know if when they do come out, if they not be allowed in my apartment unless I am home."
"Yes, if you aren't home, they can go inside."
"I understand that. I want to know if it is possible that they not be allowed inside unless I answer the door."
"They came out yesterday while I was in the shower. Thankfully, nothing happened, but I have a baby and when I got out, she was hungry and I quick made her a bottle. It was very close to being a very bad situation."
"Oh, yes, I understand. I will make a note here in your file in big letters."
Yeah. I realized they had stopped by when I noticed the "Your home has been serviced" notecard on the counter. At first I was really confused because I hadn't left the apartment all day - not even to get the mail. Then it dawned on me - that was a knock I heard on the front door when I was in the shower. When I got out, I had a hungry crying baby. I wasn't gallivanting around my apartment naked, but I wasn't wearing...much...too little to be greeting male pest control technicians. Even if I had heard someone rummaging about the kitchen, I would have assumed it was Matt home early from class.
It could have been very, very bad. And to make matter worse, we've only ever had to same two service technicians, which means I would have had to face them again the next time they came out to spray for roaches. My stomach turns just thinking about how close I was to...oi.
As for our big-lettered note, considering the fact that last time Matt went down to the office to complain about something, our file said Jack and Christine lived here, I seriously doubt it will make a difference.
Thankfully the day took a turn for the better when Matt and I finally went out on our first date since having a baby. Our rock climbing/biking date was postponed until February, but we did arrange with one of Matt's friends from school to babysit Abigail while we went to our church's sock hop. We decided to dress a little more Grace Kelly and a little less Grease Lightening, so I wore a tea-length yellow and grey a-line skirt with a white 3/4 sleeve shirt that mimicked a button up. I wore pearls, a short yellow scarf, and did my hair up with four victory rolls (I haven't had that much hairspray in my hair since we got married). Matt opted for a white dress shirt with the cuffs rolled up, black dress pants, suspenders, and a yellow pocket square. He parted his hair to the side and combed it over, going heavy on the pomade for extra shine. I personally thought we were a picture-perfect 1950s couple.
We were the youngest ones at the dance by about a generation and a half (not counting the dancers that the church hired/asked to volunteer to perform the world's most limp and passion-less swing that has ever been danced). The event itself left quite a bit to be desired and was followed by a trip to the local Steak n' Shake with a waitress so bad we left no tip, but looking back on the evening, Matt and I both admittedly had fun. It was really hard being away from Abigail for the first time (not counting her time in the NICU during birth or PTCU for surgery, which don't really count since we were still always in the same building with her), but at least we took the first baby step. We're hoping to go out on a date by ourselves once a month for the rest of law school, one step at a time.
The third and final event of the past 24 hours was my dramatic insight into the solution to all my problems. Well, almost all of them. Anyway, for about the last two weeks, I have been incredibly unproductive. No matter how great of a to-do list I have, whatever doesn't get accomplished by 2pm or doesn't absolutely have to be done that day doesn't get done. No dishes, no laundry, sometimes no making dinner. I was getting really frustrated with myself, wondering where my discipline went, but today during my shower (my goodness a lot happens to me in that bathroom), I realized why: Abigail.
You see, last week Abigail was experiencing some pretty bad teething pain that disrupted her sleep schedule and left her cranky during the day, which is obviously draining on a parent's energy. But after the teething pain left, the messy sleep schedule and irritability stayed, so much so that the only way I could tell there was no teething pain was that the Orajel stopped giving us some temporary relief. When I finally realized that the irritability was due to hunger, I recognized a growth spurt. Whenever Abigail has one, she eats a lot and becomes a "power napper," dozing off for 20-40 minutes at a time every 1-2 hours. But she doesn't get enough sleep during those power naps, setting her up with a short patience-level during the day. There is no getting anything done with Little Baby Beanstalk, as by the time I feed her, change her, and do maybe a half an hour's worth of therapy or play time, she's tired again, but 20-40 minutes is barely enough time to get the dishes done (which I don't usually feel like doing since I just spent the last few hours taking care of a grouchy baby), so nothing gets done, then when she goes to bed for the night, I'm too drained to do anything.
So yes. I need to plan on not accomplishing anything during Growth Spurt Week. My kitchen will be a mess and I will wear sweatpants. We will have pancakes and spaghetti for dinner and I will not do my make up for so long that I will forget how. I will make sure to take some mommy-time and go to bed early once a week. And Daddy will be warned to steer clear of Mommy for a while, or not to take offense when she freaks out that he left the light in the living room on again.
Easier said than done, but that doesn't mean I won't try.
I am going to end this post now, as I have spent far too many interrupted hours trying to get it completed. Sorry for the typos, I'll try to log on later tonight and edit.
PS. What do I love about right now? Kitty #2 is chasing a carpet sprig around the lanai. So cute!