Bummed

I'm kind of bummed right now. Sofia has ear infection number 7. Yes SEVEN, if anyone else is counting. The poor little soul is all stuffy and coughing with phlegm. And when number six struck, she wasn't responding to the oral antibiotics, so her doc gave her three injections of a different antibiotic. Three days in a row of shots. Poor baby. It did the trick though and she was better. For about two weeks. Now with ear infection number seven, her doc just started the injections instead of messing around with oral antibiotics. She's had two so far and gets injection number three tomorrow. The thing is, she doesn't seem much better. And this worries me. We've already been referred to an ear, nose, and throat specialist for her. The appointment is in about a week. It will totally SUCK if she has to get tubes put in her ears. I know she wouldn't be the first baby to ever get them (if it came to that), but still.

And I'm bummed that tomorrow begins yet another stressful week at work for me. Not looking forward to that.

And I'm bummed that I have no idea what to do about Sofia's birthday. See, we want to have a gathering, but we want to keep it small. But we also want to have kids here because Sofia loves looking at other kids. She LOVES it. And when I start thinking of who to invite, my mental list just gets longer and longer and then I start worrying of what the hell we're going to do at this party. I mean, all I have in the living room is a couch. No loveseat, no chairs. Where will people sit? Okay, so I have four chairs for my beat-up, passed down, secondhand dining set. The seats of which, are made of that straw stuff, and they are falling apart. We can't sit outside because it will be August in Texas which is just crazy. No one in their right mind would sit out in the 100 degree heat with no shade (thanks to the lack of trees in these subdivisions) and mosquitoes attacking in full force. Oh, and I don't have enough chairs for people to sit outside anyway. Okay, and back to who I'm going to invite. My family won't come because they all live about 230 miles away. Not exactly drive-out-for-the-day distance. So that leaves a handful of my closer, local friends. None of whom have kids. My friends who do have kids are co-workers and I feel bad inviting some, but not others. And even if I could get over that, then there's the issue of having to clean the house and make it look presentable for people who have never been here before. Oh my god, the list goes on...And if we have kids here, what am I supposed to do to ensure they are entertained? We can't go outside and hit a pinata because it will be too hot. Oh, and there is no tree from which to hand the pinata. Man, this sucks.

And lastly I'm bummed because the house search is just not going well. And there was one house that we both liked, but it was very small and the distance I would have to drive to work would be very far (probably about a 50-minute commute), and we talked for many days about it. Could we live in a 1000 square foot house? The yard? was amazing. The neighborhood was cool, but the house was tiny (but it was a very clean, nice little house). Well, we talked and talked. And looked at other houses in the meantime. And looked and looked. And I finally started warming up to the the idea of the house, when I noticed today that there is an option pending on it. I guess I started feeling all this regret at not acting sooner. But I guess I shouldn't feel that way because the whole reason we didn't act right away is because we weren't 100% sure and if we weren't 100% sure...well, you know. Still, I couldn't help but feel sick about it. Kind of like someone punched me in the stomach. And I feel even worse that Robert was in a big hurry to sign a contract at first, but it was only one of the first houses we had seen, and I was the one who was like, "let's not be so hasty", and now I feel like it's my fault we won't get the house. It really is a great house. Even though it's small. It even has a cat door in the kitchen to the backyard. Oh, well. Enough of that. I just have to keep telling myself that we'll find the right place. Even if I'm crazy by the time we move in.