June 8, 2007
I'm feeling the strains of motherhood/wifehood lately. I feel like I'm being pulled in about 19 different directions, and I'm, well, overextended. And tired, irritated, bored, and lonely. One more week left of school, and I'll have my daughter all day long, too. On her own, she is great. On his own, the middle boy is great. Put them together, and strife is bound to ensue. Add the little man, who's lately fond of hitting, pushing, biting, and spitting, and everyone's having a great time.
Speaking of the little man, he's sick. It started with a cold, which he had for about a week, then spiked a fever. In my professional mom experience, that means something is now infected with bacteria...ears, lungs, throat. Only, none of those things is "showing anything yet", as the doctor put it. That means, no medicine. That means, miserable baby. I'm supposed to give him ibuprofen and Tylenol, around the clock (has to be both, or the fever stays up) until Saturday, when being seen by the doctor is warranted again. Now, if he really has no infection come tomorrow morning, I will insert my foot into my mouth and commence chewing, but I'll also be completely surprised. My dearest G will have to take him to the dr, since I'll be at work...and pay another $15 copay...only to be told what I'm sure is true (something is infected). And then the doctor will finally give us the Pink Stuff. Until then, we have to deal with hours of screaming, like last night (*SIGH*). This is when I wish I lived in Mexico, so I could just go to the pharmacy and buy the Pink Stuff my own self.
We went to see a favorite New Orleans band, the Iguanas, the other night. They were really good, as always, but we were sad to see that the one sax player/singer Derek Huston is gone from the band. What makes it worse, he's the one who has recognized us each time we have seen them. He is replaced by a young kid with lots of hair who plays a mean trumpet...but he's no Derek. In a couple of weeks, we will go see Cowboy Mouth. I'm hoping all those guys are still the same, because they put on a great show. I guess all the NOLA bands must all be on tour now...it IS getting hot down there, after all. Not as hot as here, today, though...97 degrees, what the heck is that? And me with my air conditioner in my car barely functioning. I'm not kidding, I can't tell whether the air it's putting out is any bit cool, or just slightly less hot than the stifling inferno of the rest of the car. A minivan is looking better and better. Guess I'd better go take my walk now, before I melt in the afternoon sun.
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Thursday, August 30, 2007
Archives- Summer Colds, Vacations and Birthdays 6/1/2007
June 1, 2007
I'm sick as hell again. I hate a summer cold. I'm debating on calling out of work today, because I can't breathe, I'm coughing and sneezing, and I have no voice. What the heck is the use in trying to help people and communicate with them, when all you can do is sneeze on them?
My baby turned two last weekend. He was extra cute at his party, and didn't even have a typical two-year-old-tantrum. I can't believe he's already two. He started asking questions (just three-word phrases), and he chatters non-stop, repeating everything I say like a little mynah bird. He still has the longest eye lashes I have ever seen.
Mexico was wonderful. I want to go back. The food was great, the unlimited beverages were so nice (although we did have to ask for Bacardi or Cuervo; otherwise we got the rail crap). We learned some new drinks-tequila boom-boom, Scooby Doo, Isla de Coco. It was absolutely beautiful...calm, crystal blue waters to sea kayak in, lush landscaping to stroll through, gorgeous weather. We visited the Mayan ruins at Tulum, which is also right on the Caribbean. That was stunning and our tour guide Pepe was very interesting, for history nerds like me. We also visited Xel-Ha, a (natural) ecological water park, where we snorkeled, saw cenotes (caves with rivers running through), animals, and more scenery. Drinks and food were included there, too, although I forgot to request Bacardi in 4 of my pina coladas, and got virgin ones. There's a good 1000 calories, wasted.
It was so nice to be there, in paradise, and not have to worry about my kids, but I must admit that I missed them horribly. It was so cool to be able to drink all day long, not have to worry about driving anywhere, not have to worry, period. But I missed sharing my experience with G. I wrote a million postcards, explaining everything I had done and seen (and they have yet to arrive...I expect to see Pedro riding up on his burro with them any day now). During the day, I felt as though I could stay another month...but at night, I would be lonely for my family.
Anyway, we enjoyed nightly "shows". One was a latino dance production which rivaled Dancing With the Stars. It was really good, honestly! The other one was hours of Queen videos, which I wanted to run screaming from. I'm not a fan of Freddie Mercury, I can't even stand to look at him. Another was Italian night (which we figured out after 5-10 minutes of not understanding a thing), during which they had a rewards ceremony for karaoke (which we missed), and an Italian improv. Hey, it was free. Sometimes I felt like I was at the Shelldrake from Dirty Dancing.
The people there were so friendly and eager to please. We met a couple of cool bartenders and servers-Ives, Ruben, and Belisario. My sister and I had a blast; I'm really glad that she went with us. It wouldn't have been the same without her.
Anyway, back to the old grind. I made a batch of yogurt last night, and colored it blue because my children like the artificial crap. Well, the food coloring must not have agreed with the cultures, because it was this nasty, grey-ish, separated mess this morning (so I immediately dumped all 42oz of it down the drain). I tried again this morning, this time with plain, white, vanilla. I'm going to attempt to build a lasagna completely from scratch (ok, so I'm not making the pasta) in a few minutes. The baby has learned that he is strong enough to lift the toilet lid with one hand, and empty the wastebasket into the toilet with the other. Last night, after my middle son's bath, he asked me about the part under his penis-why it has that kind of skin, why there's stuff that you can move around in there, etc. I explained to him what they were, and gave my husband's explanation of balls...God had a little extra elbow skin left over, so he put some down there. My husband says it helps you run faster. Ah, it's good to be home.
I'm sick as hell again. I hate a summer cold. I'm debating on calling out of work today, because I can't breathe, I'm coughing and sneezing, and I have no voice. What the heck is the use in trying to help people and communicate with them, when all you can do is sneeze on them?
My baby turned two last weekend. He was extra cute at his party, and didn't even have a typical two-year-old-tantrum. I can't believe he's already two. He started asking questions (just three-word phrases), and he chatters non-stop, repeating everything I say like a little mynah bird. He still has the longest eye lashes I have ever seen.
Mexico was wonderful. I want to go back. The food was great, the unlimited beverages were so nice (although we did have to ask for Bacardi or Cuervo; otherwise we got the rail crap). We learned some new drinks-tequila boom-boom, Scooby Doo, Isla de Coco. It was absolutely beautiful...calm, crystal blue waters to sea kayak in, lush landscaping to stroll through, gorgeous weather. We visited the Mayan ruins at Tulum, which is also right on the Caribbean. That was stunning and our tour guide Pepe was very interesting, for history nerds like me. We also visited Xel-Ha, a (natural) ecological water park, where we snorkeled, saw cenotes (caves with rivers running through), animals, and more scenery. Drinks and food were included there, too, although I forgot to request Bacardi in 4 of my pina coladas, and got virgin ones. There's a good 1000 calories, wasted.
It was so nice to be there, in paradise, and not have to worry about my kids, but I must admit that I missed them horribly. It was so cool to be able to drink all day long, not have to worry about driving anywhere, not have to worry, period. But I missed sharing my experience with G. I wrote a million postcards, explaining everything I had done and seen (and they have yet to arrive...I expect to see Pedro riding up on his burro with them any day now). During the day, I felt as though I could stay another month...but at night, I would be lonely for my family.
Anyway, we enjoyed nightly "shows". One was a latino dance production which rivaled Dancing With the Stars. It was really good, honestly! The other one was hours of Queen videos, which I wanted to run screaming from. I'm not a fan of Freddie Mercury, I can't even stand to look at him. Another was Italian night (which we figured out after 5-10 minutes of not understanding a thing), during which they had a rewards ceremony for karaoke (which we missed), and an Italian improv. Hey, it was free. Sometimes I felt like I was at the Shelldrake from Dirty Dancing.
The people there were so friendly and eager to please. We met a couple of cool bartenders and servers-Ives, Ruben, and Belisario. My sister and I had a blast; I'm really glad that she went with us. It wouldn't have been the same without her.
Anyway, back to the old grind. I made a batch of yogurt last night, and colored it blue because my children like the artificial crap. Well, the food coloring must not have agreed with the cultures, because it was this nasty, grey-ish, separated mess this morning (so I immediately dumped all 42oz of it down the drain). I tried again this morning, this time with plain, white, vanilla. I'm going to attempt to build a lasagna completely from scratch (ok, so I'm not making the pasta) in a few minutes. The baby has learned that he is strong enough to lift the toilet lid with one hand, and empty the wastebasket into the toilet with the other. Last night, after my middle son's bath, he asked me about the part under his penis-why it has that kind of skin, why there's stuff that you can move around in there, etc. I explained to him what they were, and gave my husband's explanation of balls...God had a little extra elbow skin left over, so he put some down there. My husband says it helps you run faster. Ah, it's good to be home.
Archives-Sick Sucks 4/11/2007
April 11, 2007
That seems to be the general consensus lately, anyhow. I'm sick. My sister is sick. All of my kids are sick. MJ is sick-God bless her, it took over her entire vacation and then some. I was just reading that Janice is sick. The illness refuses to go away, as does winter, it seems. My poor flowers keep getting frost on them! And the tulips-poor things, they look like miniatures this year. Confounded, weird Maryland weather.In two weeks, I will be southbound, though, and not a moment too soon. How much do you want to bet, it will be miserable-hot down there, and I will be complaining about THAT the whole time. At least there will be a pool. And the Gulf of Mexico.And speaking of Mexico...there's my Mexico trip, fast approaching, if my frickin' passport ever comes. I so love the US government and its efficiency. I'm scared of Monteczuma's Revenge. For one thing, frozen drinks are a must. I'm told most resorts will use filtered water for their ice, so I don't plan on refusing them. Also, I'm a fan of fruits and veggies, which are supposed to be off-limits. Hmph. What good is going to a tropical area, if you can't eat tropical foods? I did read that you can soak them in treated water (ie: you go to the grocery and buy the water treatment stuff, then treat a sink full of water, then soak your fruit), but that seems kinda, well, inconvenient.Oh, and G has a new friend. Now, if that ain't some entertainment, I don't know what is. I bet you can't pick which one she is (heehee). All I can say is, I'm glad I'm not that cool. I mean, I'm sure she's a very nice person. Anyway. I need to stop chattering and go to bed. I hope you are well (at least, moreso than the rest of us)!
That seems to be the general consensus lately, anyhow. I'm sick. My sister is sick. All of my kids are sick. MJ is sick-God bless her, it took over her entire vacation and then some. I was just reading that Janice is sick. The illness refuses to go away, as does winter, it seems. My poor flowers keep getting frost on them! And the tulips-poor things, they look like miniatures this year. Confounded, weird Maryland weather.In two weeks, I will be southbound, though, and not a moment too soon. How much do you want to bet, it will be miserable-hot down there, and I will be complaining about THAT the whole time. At least there will be a pool. And the Gulf of Mexico.And speaking of Mexico...there's my Mexico trip, fast approaching, if my frickin' passport ever comes. I so love the US government and its efficiency. I'm scared of Monteczuma's Revenge. For one thing, frozen drinks are a must. I'm told most resorts will use filtered water for their ice, so I don't plan on refusing them. Also, I'm a fan of fruits and veggies, which are supposed to be off-limits. Hmph. What good is going to a tropical area, if you can't eat tropical foods? I did read that you can soak them in treated water (ie: you go to the grocery and buy the water treatment stuff, then treat a sink full of water, then soak your fruit), but that seems kinda, well, inconvenient.Oh, and G has a new friend. Now, if that ain't some entertainment, I don't know what is. I bet you can't pick which one she is (heehee). All I can say is, I'm glad I'm not that cool. I mean, I'm sure she's a very nice person. Anyway. I need to stop chattering and go to bed. I hope you are well (at least, moreso than the rest of us)!
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