....I didn't sleep much last night.
I never sleep well the first night that Husband is gone...the bed seems a little too big, and I have a hard time falling asleep without a goodnight kiss. Plus, the dogs are always freaked out - they believe something is terribly wrong if we all three aren't home by dark - and they spent the night shuffling around in the covers (yeah, they all 3 slept with me. I'm such a sucker). Then, of course, there was that little matter of that stupid scary movie....LOL
BUT - I am blissfully ON VACATION, so I got to sleep until 11:30...and I only got out of bed then because of the phone! Oh man, it is sooooo sweet to sleep as much as I want! And today I feel rested, and lazy, and purringly content, curled up on the couch (it's cold in this house, but I refuse to turn on the heat in May), reading, doing puzzles, blogging.....purrrrrrrrrr indeed.
I am going to go to a late lunch with my friend Rondy, see her pictures of Hawaii, and then come home and lounge around some more. The only work on my agenda today is cleaning in the kidlet's room, and that will be nice to do (the clutter in there is making me NUTS!). Then EQ2 and EQ2, tv with a tv dinner (what a treat!), and more EQ2.
If there were only someone to silently bring me snacks and rub my feet this would be a perfect vacation.
Friday, May 16, 2008
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Less than smart.
That would be me.
So my boys are out of town - out in the woods Being Men Together - until Saturday night, which means I have three days and two nights of total me-ness in the house. The thrilling plans for my mini-bachelorettehood include cleaning out the kid's room (since he refuses to throw anything out ever) and playing EQ2 until my eyes bleed.
But tonight I decided to engage in the long-standing tradition of watching a "scary" movie alone in the house with all the lights off. "Scary" is in parentheses because, while there are plenty of gross/tense slasher flicks out there that say "boo!" well enough to make me jumpy, there aren't many movies that manage to completely creep me out on a cellular level. So usually these nights end up with me saying "eh" and going to bed.
Tonight however....eeeep. I watched The Orphanage on Netflix instant view (BEST SERVICE EVER) and holy crap did it manage to push my psychological buttons. Not only did it completely creep me out, it seriously fucked with my emotions...I watched it with one hand over my mouth and tears in my eyes. I really wasn't expecting the whole "lost sons" and "grief makes you crazy" subtext of the movie, so I was kinda pole-axed by the visceral response I had. And spooked waaayy beyond my normal level of tolerance.
All of which is good, kinda, in that I love fnding smart, truly scary movies, but bad in that now, well, I have to sleep alone in a big empty house without my little boy to go hug until he makes me let him go. LOL.
Yessirriebob, less than smart.
So my boys are out of town - out in the woods Being Men Together - until Saturday night, which means I have three days and two nights of total me-ness in the house. The thrilling plans for my mini-bachelorettehood include cleaning out the kid's room (since he refuses to throw anything out ever) and playing EQ2 until my eyes bleed.
But tonight I decided to engage in the long-standing tradition of watching a "scary" movie alone in the house with all the lights off. "Scary" is in parentheses because, while there are plenty of gross/tense slasher flicks out there that say "boo!" well enough to make me jumpy, there aren't many movies that manage to completely creep me out on a cellular level. So usually these nights end up with me saying "eh" and going to bed.
Tonight however....eeeep. I watched The Orphanage on Netflix instant view (BEST SERVICE EVER) and holy crap did it manage to push my psychological buttons. Not only did it completely creep me out, it seriously fucked with my emotions...I watched it with one hand over my mouth and tears in my eyes. I really wasn't expecting the whole "lost sons" and "grief makes you crazy" subtext of the movie, so I was kinda pole-axed by the visceral response I had. And spooked waaayy beyond my normal level of tolerance.
All of which is good, kinda, in that I love fnding smart, truly scary movies, but bad in that now, well, I have to sleep alone in a big empty house without my little boy to go hug until he makes me let him go. LOL.
Yessirriebob, less than smart.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Dude. Yo.
Kidlet has recently informed me that, since he's reached the mighty age of 6, he is officially a "Dude". Which is funny, and understandable, since that's what we call him a lot of the time.
What was more puzzling was his proclaimation that at 7 he would become a "Yo", and at 8 he would be a "Dude-Yo." Not being hep to the pre-K lingo (am I already that uncool?!?) I asked him what those titles mean. His explanation?
"Dude" means that he acts like he does now. Apparently Dudes are unable to get dirty clothes entirely in the laundry basket and must instead leave them laying on the floor next to it. They also should not be expected to get themselves Kool-Aid (at least not without a fuss), and they have a disgusting propensity to wipe their noses on my shirt. Ew.
"Yo" will apparently be pretty much the same, except I suspect that more yelling and bossing will be involved. Cuz he's older, and knows more. Of course.
"Dude - Yo", in his words, means that he will be "booger-tough."
I shudder to think of what the teenage years will bring. Perhaps I should start drinking now so that I cn be good and ready...
What was more puzzling was his proclaimation that at 7 he would become a "Yo", and at 8 he would be a "Dude-Yo." Not being hep to the pre-K lingo (am I already that uncool?!?) I asked him what those titles mean. His explanation?
"Dude" means that he acts like he does now. Apparently Dudes are unable to get dirty clothes entirely in the laundry basket and must instead leave them laying on the floor next to it. They also should not be expected to get themselves Kool-Aid (at least not without a fuss), and they have a disgusting propensity to wipe their noses on my shirt. Ew.
"Yo" will apparently be pretty much the same, except I suspect that more yelling and bossing will be involved. Cuz he's older, and knows more. Of course.
"Dude - Yo", in his words, means that he will be "booger-tough."
I shudder to think of what the teenage years will bring. Perhaps I should start drinking now so that I cn be good and ready...
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Oh my goodness!
On a whim (mostly because I am not quite ready to go to bed) I checked my StatCounter for the first time in, oh months and OMG it wasn't completely empty!!!
My completely non-existant readers have become a handful of actual people! I am stunned, I tell you, STUNNED. And excited! And honored! And suddenly extremely self-conscious LOL.
Wow - maybe I should post more. OMG - if I post, real people might read it! ACK - the pressure!! (Okay, just kidding on that last one.)
So, apparently existant reader(s), whoever you are you completely made my day :)
*giddily waves*
My completely non-existant readers have become a handful of actual people! I am stunned, I tell you, STUNNED. And excited! And honored! And suddenly extremely self-conscious LOL.
Wow - maybe I should post more. OMG - if I post, real people might read it! ACK - the pressure!! (Okay, just kidding on that last one.)
So, apparently existant reader(s), whoever you are you completely made my day :)
*giddily waves*
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Yep, It's Strep
Kidlet is doing better today - his temperature has been 100 or below for almost 24 hours - but when he woke up he was complaining about a sore throat. One peek inside told me that we'd be going to the doctor today with strep. Not that I am a particular expert on strep, mind you. I don't think that I could tell you, over the phone, exactly what to look for if you think your kid has strep. I just know that, whatever the funk I saw in Kidlet's throat was, it sure as hell wasn't normal. Eeeeewwww.
A quick throat swap at the pediatrician's office confirmed the diagnosis, and we got his medicine while I fairly successfully tried not to freak out. See, I have...issues...with strep throat. I remember that as a very small child I seemed to get it all the time, and for some reason my pediatrician always seemed to want to give me that horrible penicillin shot rather than the far more humane amoxicillin liquid. In fact, one of my clearest memories of preschool is running across the playground, both hands clutching my butt, screaming "Nooooooooooooooooo!!!" when my mom came to pick me up for my shot. I haven't had strep since I was a little kid, but it still figures in my mind as one of The Most Horrible Diseases Ever.
So I'm giving the kidlet his medicine, and coddling him as a good momma should, and the entire time I'm completely repulsed by my little bundle of contagion. Not to mention completely paranoid about every little feeling of being hot, and every little throat tickle, because I'm convinced that I'm going to get strep for Mother's Day. LOL.
Oh yeah. These are the glory days.
A quick throat swap at the pediatrician's office confirmed the diagnosis, and we got his medicine while I fairly successfully tried not to freak out. See, I have...issues...with strep throat. I remember that as a very small child I seemed to get it all the time, and for some reason my pediatrician always seemed to want to give me that horrible penicillin shot rather than the far more humane amoxicillin liquid. In fact, one of my clearest memories of preschool is running across the playground, both hands clutching my butt, screaming "Nooooooooooooooooo!!!" when my mom came to pick me up for my shot. I haven't had strep since I was a little kid, but it still figures in my mind as one of The Most Horrible Diseases Ever.
So I'm giving the kidlet his medicine, and coddling him as a good momma should, and the entire time I'm completely repulsed by my little bundle of contagion. Not to mention completely paranoid about every little feeling of being hot, and every little throat tickle, because I'm convinced that I'm going to get strep for Mother's Day. LOL.
Oh yeah. These are the glory days.
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Sick Day
My kidlet, bless him, is sick. High fever that won't go down for more than an hour or so, feeling puny, laying on the couch, sick.
If you knew Kidlet, you would know how very unusual this is. The boy is never sick, at least not in little kid terms. I can literally count on one hand the number of times he's been ill (excepting carsick, which doesn't really count). The kid is seriously healthy as an ox.
The problem is, when Kidlet gets sick, he gets SICK. The first time he ever got sick, he ended up in the hospital for pneumonia. When he had chicken pox, he got them on his eyeball (one of the few times the pox requires prompt medical attention). The one time he's had an ear infection, he got double ear infections that took two rounds of antibiotics to clear up. He may not get sick often, but he gets sick in earnest.
Which is why I'm quietly freaking out today as I watch my kid lay around like a rag doll. I know that this is probably the 24 hour mystery fever one of his friends had right after the birthday party. I know that it's no big deal really. Except I'm afraid that it is, ya know? I don't see him getting better right now, and I really don't want it to get worse (if only because the two of us will kill each other with boredom if we have to stay home together more than a day!).
*sigh* this blows.
If you knew Kidlet, you would know how very unusual this is. The boy is never sick, at least not in little kid terms. I can literally count on one hand the number of times he's been ill (excepting carsick, which doesn't really count). The kid is seriously healthy as an ox.
The problem is, when Kidlet gets sick, he gets SICK. The first time he ever got sick, he ended up in the hospital for pneumonia. When he had chicken pox, he got them on his eyeball (one of the few times the pox requires prompt medical attention). The one time he's had an ear infection, he got double ear infections that took two rounds of antibiotics to clear up. He may not get sick often, but he gets sick in earnest.
Which is why I'm quietly freaking out today as I watch my kid lay around like a rag doll. I know that this is probably the 24 hour mystery fever one of his friends had right after the birthday party. I know that it's no big deal really. Except I'm afraid that it is, ya know? I don't see him getting better right now, and I really don't want it to get worse (if only because the two of us will kill each other with boredom if we have to stay home together more than a day!).
*sigh* this blows.
Sunday, May 4, 2008
Serendipity and such
Well, Kidlet's b-day party went off not only without a hitch but in GRAND style. Let's hear it for the awesomeness of Mom...or at least some awesome good luck LOL.
We had the party at a local park, and the weather forecast wasn't good...rainstorms and wind predicted, with clearing promised in time for the Derby, but not necessarily in time for a 6-year old's big party. Several parents called asking me about the contingency plans which, given there was no way in HELL I was letting that many kids into my house at one time, consisted entirely of "bring rain gear and extra clothes". The only people who weren't particularly worried were Kidlet (he was oblivious to everything except the promise of presents and chocolate cake) and myself (I just didn't have the energy to worry anymore).
We got to the park a little after noon, and it didn't look promising...chilly, and windy, and overcast, with lots of puddles in the playground. Setup was minimal, and Kidlet was already having fun on the playground, despite having soaked himself in the puddles within the first 5 minutes. I had no idea how many people were going to show up, and absolutely nothing planned other than pointing out to people the location of chips and drinks, and at some point lighting candles on the cake. 1:00 rolled around (official start time) and only a couple of people had showed up...I was starting to get worried.
But I must have done something good in a past life, or maybe the Universe was just cutting me a break, because everything went uphill from there! The sun came out and the wind died down, so that the day became warmer and cheery. TONS of people showed up - most of his class at school, most of their siblings and parents, his two best friends outside of school, virtually everyone he wanted to be there - and the party filled the playground. All the kids got along, almost all the parents knew and liked each other, we had just enough food and not too much...damn. It was almost like I had planned it or something!!! The best part was the size of Kidlet's smile throughout the whole thing - he obviously had a blast, and all of the stress of the past week was suddenly worth it.
I felt completely UberMommish...it was sweet.
The Universe even threw in a bonus, in the form of a free new pair of shoes for me!!! They were there when we got to the park, soaked and abandoned next to the swing set, and nobody came to claim them all afternoon. At a little after 3:00 pm (official end time, although lots of people were still there having too much fun to leave!) a group of us moms gathered near them and speculated on who had left them and what (probably drunken) state she must have been in. They were, it turns out, perfectly my size, and cute as all get out. I felt a little bad about taking them, but as Erin so aptly pointed out, "if she hasn't gotten her drunk ass back here by 3:00 she probably isn't missing them too much". So I picked up my Gift from the Universe and took them home to dry. What a nice little reward for the crazybusy of the past couple of weeks :)
Gotta love serendipity.
We had the party at a local park, and the weather forecast wasn't good...rainstorms and wind predicted, with clearing promised in time for the Derby, but not necessarily in time for a 6-year old's big party. Several parents called asking me about the contingency plans which, given there was no way in HELL I was letting that many kids into my house at one time, consisted entirely of "bring rain gear and extra clothes". The only people who weren't particularly worried were Kidlet (he was oblivious to everything except the promise of presents and chocolate cake) and myself (I just didn't have the energy to worry anymore).
We got to the park a little after noon, and it didn't look promising...chilly, and windy, and overcast, with lots of puddles in the playground. Setup was minimal, and Kidlet was already having fun on the playground, despite having soaked himself in the puddles within the first 5 minutes. I had no idea how many people were going to show up, and absolutely nothing planned other than pointing out to people the location of chips and drinks, and at some point lighting candles on the cake. 1:00 rolled around (official start time) and only a couple of people had showed up...I was starting to get worried.
But I must have done something good in a past life, or maybe the Universe was just cutting me a break, because everything went uphill from there! The sun came out and the wind died down, so that the day became warmer and cheery. TONS of people showed up - most of his class at school, most of their siblings and parents, his two best friends outside of school, virtually everyone he wanted to be there - and the party filled the playground. All the kids got along, almost all the parents knew and liked each other, we had just enough food and not too much...damn. It was almost like I had planned it or something!!! The best part was the size of Kidlet's smile throughout the whole thing - he obviously had a blast, and all of the stress of the past week was suddenly worth it.
I felt completely UberMommish...it was sweet.
The Universe even threw in a bonus, in the form of a free new pair of shoes for me!!! They were there when we got to the park, soaked and abandoned next to the swing set, and nobody came to claim them all afternoon. At a little after 3:00 pm (official end time, although lots of people were still there having too much fun to leave!) a group of us moms gathered near them and speculated on who had left them and what (probably drunken) state she must have been in. They were, it turns out, perfectly my size, and cute as all get out. I felt a little bad about taking them, but as Erin so aptly pointed out, "if she hasn't gotten her drunk ass back here by 3:00 she probably isn't missing them too much". So I picked up my Gift from the Universe and took them home to dry. What a nice little reward for the crazybusy of the past couple of weeks :)
Gotta love serendipity.
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