I hit critical mass and couldn't take the not knowing. A couple items the bank will ding us for and we've allowed some fix it money in the budget for the charges. I've got one check on my account that I'm chewing my nails about, but we get paid tomorrow in our joint account, so I'm going to write a check from that account to my account to cover things and we should be good. Unfortunately, that bounced check thing fucks up 6 months of built up credit with the bank. *sigh* If we go 12 months without bouncing anything, they don't charge us up the ass if something goes wrong.

Without my nazi budget though, we're starting all over again. Having babies can fuck your finances just by virtue of the fact that you're so damned tired that you stop tracking your finances. In the case of money, ignorance isn't bliss -- it's expensive!

It must be time to go back to work though because I'm starting to do stuff around the house. Yesterday, I ran laundry and cooked dinner. The day before I vacuumed the whole house. The day before that I swept and mopped the kitchen floor. I don't know quite how I did it, but I did. While most people would be utterly unimpressed, it should be noted that I also did swim lessons, dinner, and entertained two munchkins and I'm still pretty post-partum.

Which reminds me. I am supposed to go get a blood draw to see how my anemia is doing and I'm avoiding it. I think I'm avoiding it because I don't want to be told it's worse and I have to take pills which make Genny sick. In this case, I'm feeling like ignorance is bliss. Ha! I will get it done, I'm just avoiding it right now.

I am pretty impressed with myself because I got up this morning at the crack of dawn after a sleepless night with the baby and snuck out to a dentist appointment. I love getting my teeth cleaned. I guess it's like getting my hair done or something. I like my teeth feeling clean and I feel prettier. I also like the physical attention of someone doing something so mundane to me.

Geesh, after re-reading that last line, I can only conclude that I really need to get laid.

I'm getting demands from both kids and I've gotta get dinner on. Pardon me while I start my evening juggling show. The late evening show is closed to the public, so don't even ask.