Thursday, September 29, 2005

The Bachelor Pad

Um. Hi.

Remember me?

I know, I know...too long with no regular posts.

I'm just soo freakin' busy and happy chillin' out with my whole family again. And Dr. P.

Uh. Who's Dr. P?

He's uh, well, he's our housemate. He's the current sixth member of our clan.

He is currently looking for alternate housing.

Dr. P is an old friend from chiropractic school. Dr. P, Dr. C, and Hubby were a triumvirate of sorts while young pups in chiropractic school. They actually all met and bonded over a terrifying incident which involved peeing blood, a trip to the emergency room, an exploratory procedure which involved a scope placed in the ureter (not a nice place for a scope) and some strong narcotics. I will not specifically name who peed blood and the like (in order to protect the not so innocent) but it makes for a great story after a few margaritas.

Dr. P is a bachelor. Dr. P is accustomed to his own space and his normal space usually features authentic 50's furniture, a kickass sound system, gourmet food, a Playboy pinball machine, and a 10 foot boa constrictor named Otto.

Dr. P now lives in my house which features dog hair encrusted and food slathered furniture, his kickass sound system (which the children have been warned not to touch upon pain of death), daily servings of (organic) hotdogs and Annie's Mac and Cheese, and his pinball machine and Otto carefully banished to the unfinished basement.

He's being quite a good sport about it all. He calmly holds screaming babies. He steps over toys and dogs and small puddles of spit up. He remarks mildly after the decibel level exceeds that of the inside of a jet engine that Quin really screams a lot and loudly. He wisely locks his bedroom door every time he steps out. He pretends to avert his eyes when I whip out my boob to squirt a little milk on Peever's diaper rash (but what man can not at least somewhat watch that?). And he drives 20 miles every day to go to the nearest coffeeshop with a free WiFi so he can enjoy complete peace and quiet for a few hours each day.

Dr. P is yet another member of our extended family. He knew what he was getting into when he came here. And yet he can't wait to get his new job situation all worked out and move the heck out of the chaos that we call home.

But it is gratifying to have him tell me (almost daily now) how he is so impressed with how we keep sane in this house of craziness.

So, don't tell him about the crazy, okay? He thinks I'm doing a good job!

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