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Showing posts from February, 2009

the sick fairy

So I have become a fan of strep. Yes you read that correctly. The sick fairy comes to visit our house mid fall and sticks around until about Easter. There is always always the flu, regardless of whether or not we get the flu shot, breathing issues, puking, coughs, sniffles, occasional rashes but most of all just random high fevers that disappear as mysteriously as they appear and usually linger for days.
Most years this is just annoying and reason for me to miss out on valuable sleep and catch up on TiVo and let my son overindulge in cartoons. But this year it is especially tricky since I pretty much began the year with no sick days (well the part of the year after I had a baby I mean). I have been the bad mommy who gives her child Tylonal and sends her kid to school anyways hoping to atleast make it until lunch before they call and ask someone to come pick him up....more often that I'd like to admit. (oh come on.......plenty of you have done it.....a) that is where he got it f…

the other senses

I am a girl who likes to hang on to people.
In junior high and high school I didn't have flippant crushes I pined after the same boy(s) for years. About that same time I attached myself to important figures like camp counselors or YL leaders and missed them intensely while they were gone.
Shaun has provided me with stable and steady, but there are still people I miss.

It is funny how people you think about everyday start to fade. When I was 15 my camp counselor was the coolest person on the planet. I missed her so much that it hurt for the other 11 months of the year. I thought about her daily.
But then eventually I didn't. This figure that had been so important to me slipped and faded to the back of my mind. Now she only occasionally slips into my mind. Even then I couldn't describe her very clearly. Even most of the memories are fuzzy.

Friends are like that. Some of my most favorite and closest friends past are getting blurry. I find old highschool mementos and don't reme…

a jog in the park

Last year when I found out I was pregnant and how much two kids in daycare would cost we had to nix several non essential expenses. Like the gym.

Fast forward a few months. My baby is getting bigger, but I don't seem to be getting any smaller.
I have tried several times ... when I get the go for a run. or slow jog. or even occasionally walk.

A lot of people hate to run on a treadmill but it does have it's advantages. A steady pace and I always know exactly how far and how long I have been at it. There are clean white towels to wipe my brow and usually some boring HGTV on to try and distract me. Most importantly it is temperature controlled. Never too hot or too cold.

Last night a cold front rolled in. Not too cold, but enough to usually discourage me from breaking out my sneaks. Enough to make my lungs burn and for it to aggrevate my slight asthma.

But this afternoon we were all magically and happily napping (yes even me!) at the same time. I woke up and realized that I…

happy hearts

Today is valentines.
A girl holiday if you ask most guys. But I beg to differ. No I am not a girl who needs all kinds of hoopla. We did simple.
Shaun got me coffee ( starbucks gift card), chocolates and a sweet funny card. I got him some popcorn ( really lame I know) and a bottle of port.
Last night we opened the wine, broke out the chocolates and piled into our bed babies and all.
There were no flowers or fancy dinner. But my heart is full.
The morning didn't start out so good. Both kids woke up with a fever and we had to nix our daytrip plans.
We mostly stayed around the house.
We all took naps and I even got in a run. Both of which are gifts these days.

Yesterday when I picked up Owen his class was crazy. There were all hopped up on candy and were spinning around the room and screaming.
Besides candy and cupcakes it was a good chance to talk to my son about love.
the important kind and not just the hallmark variety.

multiple choice

As I write I am procturing a test ( yes on a Saturday, and no I am not getting paid for it.)
The room is silent. The only noises I hear are pencils scratching on papers and pages turning. If I listen closely enough I swear I can hear their brains turning.

I have always been a good test-taker. I would still regularly brag about my SAT scores if it wre socially appropriate to do so(or an actual indicator of anything meaningful). There is something comforting about multiple choice. (well as long as you don't have the crappy all of the above or none of the above choices...just the classic A, B, C, D variety). There are parameters. Multiple choice means you have options. The right answer is right in front of you, and all you have to do is find it. Even if you don't actually know which one the right answer is there are usually clues, it can be narrowed down or worked backwards. Even a blind guess is likely to be right 25% of the time. These aren't bad odds. All you have to…

under attack

Today we are getting a new roof and I can't even begin to describe the noises coming from above me. It sounds like an all out aerial assault.
I kind of feel under attack myself.
Let me whine a bit:
The cat is peeing blood and needs to be put to sleep.
Owen has the flu.
Tess is still more than we can handle.
The after baby hormones are raging.. I feel like I could bust out crying at any moment ( although I haven't quite found the time to do it just yet)...and am sure my hair will be falling out soon ( like it did w/ O in the front like balding man!)
I am so tired and stressed that sleeping has actually become difficult even when there isn't a screaming baby ( or roofers) in the background.
So what is my response to all of this...
well besides taking Tylonal PM and lots of coffee ( not at the same time of course).

1) acccepting help. last night a friend had pizza delivered. It was amazing and I was so thankful to not have to think about dinner. Sounds little, but food is an amazin…