The end of another week

WHERE does the time go?

This week flew by. Again. Started Monday with our toned-down lab day which means the kids have swimming lessons (yes. in the outdoor pool year round) and then Joey has his lego workshop, which is at the school during which Sonia gets to sit in the school library and read and pick out more books. You'd think that was boring, right? not to her.

Tuesday was spent traveling to San Diego for the sole purpose of getting prescriptions refilled. Yep. That's right. We have "the best healthcare for the best military" but they don't stock our prescriptions here at Pendleton. We have to drive down there to get it. And I'm going to have a chat the next time I see the one dr in particular who only prescribes 2 weeks at a time, which means 2 times the fun per month. It took the better part of Tuesday to go there, wait, and come back.  And what's more- they have electronic medical records. They're all linked. BUT they can't order labs or xrays here, so should you or your loved ones need lab work.. yep.. you're traveling again. 

JM's bowel issues persist, and I haven't had the heart to pursue it further. He's not potty trained, Seemingly prefers to go in his diaper. We put him in underwear, to see if that might give him incentive. Nope. Just made for some huge messes to clean up. I know. 3 year olds should be potty trained. I know. Try telling him that.

Wednesday is a blur, but I think it involved spending a great deal of time trying to un-mess-up my quickbooks records of the business for the year. Somehow all our sales are in there as red numbers. I don't know how I did that. I inport them as 'income' classified as sales, yet it registers as negatives. I need an accountant and bookkeeper. Asap. I have a friend coming over tonight for dinner and hopefully she'll be able to set it straight for me. If not I'm looking for someone with time on their hands who can figure out what I've done wrong.

Thursday we had the kids' conference to prove they're learning.  It went better than last time. I brought the laptop and a movie for the kids to watch when not being interviewed and the principal wasn't supervising our visit. However.. some other mom shows up at our time and says 'oh, this isn't my conference time?' No. It's ours (and praise Jesus, we were on time, we we were already occupying the cubicle) She sighs and says 'oh, I don't know what I can do waiting a whole hour with my 4 kids...' PULEASE. Really?  I resist the urge to say what I'm really thinking and just shrug. I look at her kids. Her youngest is about  6.  Mine is 3. I have no sympathy. No. you can't have my time slot. Go hang out the in library like we do every Monday for an hour.

Thursday we also went to the town library and farmer's market. Not big time excitement for most, but for us, it's about as exciting as it gets. I hadn't been to this farmer's market in ages and had forgotten it's about as non-farm a farmer's market you can find. Lots of prepared foods- if you wanted tamales, tacos, gyros, kettle korn- it's your place. Produce, dairy or other farm products- not so much. Lots of crafty booths, too- baby clothes, incense, candles, glass vases- decidedly non farm-y. I guess that's what you get from a non-farm town. Surprisingly the Farmer's market in Downtown San Diego had alot more grown from the farm stuff than the one in Oceanside did. Guess I'll try the Bonsall one next.

So that brings us to today. My plans involve getting to the Commissary because we're out of pull ups. And since we're going there, we'll also pick up the other assorted stuff that I've been saying 'oh, I'll get that the next time I go there..' They're closing one gate for construction all weekend and the other will be closed for the iron man race on Sat. I know. Great planning at it's best. At least we had notice and I'll plan on staying as far away as possible.

This Sunday we're going to find a church that does actual palm something for Palm Sunday. It's the nostalgic person in me who has been in a non-Palm church for the past 6 or 7 years. I'm ready to go back to some of the old traditions.  At least a few select ones.