So, I get downstairs and there is only one washer open. I figure, "Alright, I will put one load in down here and go up to the fourth floor to do the other load." So after I load my first load into the wash, I head upstairs. All three washers are full. I decide to go up to the sixth floor and try there.
When I entered the sixth floor laundry room, one washer was going, two others were empty. There was a puddle on the floor with a shirt in it, but I figured someone just must have spilled something. I tossed some socks into the washer and heard them slosh. Ugh. There was stinky water in the bottom of the washer. I pulled the socks out, which were now soaked with this old washer water and tossed them into the second washer and loaded it with the rest of the load. I closed the door, put in the soap and pressed the "ON" switch. Nothing. I looked over and saw that several lights were blinking. I sighed and pulled my clothes out only to find that everything on the bottom was now wet and smelly. I angrily tossed everything into the dryer and stormed off, figuring that I would come back up and take the clothes from the dryer and back down to the second floor and put them into the washer I was using on the first load once it was finished.
So after 3 hours, I got two loads of laundry finished. Not too bad, I guess. I shouldn't be so greedy when it comes to washers. Patience is a virtue, right? I'm just moody...I blame it on pregnancy, my husband blames it on me being female (Ppppfffftttt).
I had to pick up the kiddo from school early today due to a dentist appointment. She had her appointment at 12.30 and I had mine at 12.50. Turns out Amélie is doing great and just needs a cleaning.
Mine on the other hand, needs a cleaning AND a filling, but they won't do that until after the baby is born so they can get some proper x-rays.
After the dentist, we headed over to the local hospital, to my appointment with the doctor to review my glucose levels. As soon as I walked through the hospital doors, some man approached me and (I THINK) tried to sell me insurance or something to do with a health plan. Fortunately for me, all I had to say was, "Sprechen Sie Englisch?" He looked at me and shook his head saying "Nein". I was honestly a bit thankful for that!
Anyway, turns out my glucose levels are a bit high at night (probably from living at the Marriott for a month and eating sandwiches and Ramen Noodles the entire time). It should go down now that I can actually COOK dinner in this hotel since we have a stove top.
Yesterday, I received an e-mail from Amélie's art teacher at school asking permission to post one of Amélie's artwork pages on the Artsonia Art Museum website. Apparently, this is a high recongition for children at her school and a select few get posted. Here is the picture that was posted and a link to the page if you would like to view Amélie's statements on her artwork (called "Masterpiece"), comment on it, and/or join her online fan club.
As for now, I think I am going to relax a bit. Tomorrow the hubby and I have our SNO tour of downtown Stuttgart (permitting CDC calls me back and lets me know if there is a spot available for Amélie after school). I am thinking a hot bath will ease my back, or perhaps, I can convince the husband of a massage....ha ha.
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