by Marilyn on April 29, 2007
The weekend isn’t a total loss after all. I know, I’m shocked. We woke up this morning feeling MUCH better. Well, okay, I woke up with a splitting migraine headache, but other than that, MUCH better. And I, for one, was happy to be able to get out of the house again. Yesterday, that just wasn’t gonna happen. Here Miss Zoot is running a marathon and I’m lounging around in my PJ’s watching “Shanghai Knights”. And don’t think that realization didn’t just depress the heck out of me either.
But today, we struck out. We went to church like the good little Christians we are. Then we met NewFriend and her family and OtherFriend and her family for lunch at Applebee’s. And, yet again, I ordered the Bruschetta Burger because I am a creature of habit and utterly incapable of ordering anything else. But the boys had fun, as you can see.
We did our big shopping trip afterward and I’m proud to report that we made it through Wal-Mart in record time. I told Kile that we don’t need to pore over “per item” prices, that we know by now what the good deals are and what we’re willing to spend a few extra $ on. Let’s just jam through it, and get the heck home. Which we did. Yay! Go us!
After we put some groceries away, we saw our neighbor across the street outside. Kile went over to talk to her and I followed. Turns out? Her husband had a stroke on Monday. We felt like giant tools, only learning about it now. He’s not that old a guy, in his 50’s. Active, healthy… It was a very bad stroke, but it was bad enough. We spoke to him a bit, and he was having difficulty searching for words from time to time, but it was nice to see he hadn’t lost his sense of humor. Right now, they have a lot of family pitching in to help them out, but we’d like to do a little something for them, just to let them know we’re here and we care. I just don’t know what yet. Such a shame, they’re very nice people.
Anyhow, didn’t mean to end that on such a downer, it really was a pretty good day around here. And I feel as though my weekend has been salvaged somewhat. A very, very good thing.
by Marilyn on April 28, 2007
I don’t know what happened but I feel absolutely rotten today. I felt rather rotten yesterday too, but I was able to keep the assiness in check for most of the day. Mostly because yesterday was a big, fun day around these parts. We got together with NewFriend and her family and OtherFriend and her family and had a barbecue. It was a lot of fun and I know I would have enjoyed myself even more if I was feeling better. My stomach was bothering me and I felt almost feverish, but with no fever. It hampered the evening and I was upset about that because I was looking forward to the fun-time.
Harry stayed the night over there and was returned to us this morning. We were supposed to go do our big grocery shopping trip today, but there was no way I was going to make it. And Kile wasn’t feeling all that great either. So we basically have spent the day laying around like lazy dogs. Now, I am plagued by a headache but I think that’s the worst of it for now. Let’s hope that tomorrow finds both of us feeling better. We have church to go to, as well as lunch plans. And we do need to get to that grocery shopping lest we be left entirely without food.
I hate feeling this way. I can’t imagine anyone would enjoy it, of course, but I want to get back to my old self. And I hope against all hope that whatever we’ve had will pass Liam by. It’s been enough dealing with his tooth eruptions lately without adding this “funk” to the mix. In the meantime, I feel sorry for the kid (and the older one too!). We weren’t worth much as parents today. About all I can say is he was fed, changed and somewhat entertained. If you call rolling around on the floor and chewing on plastic rings entertainment.
Alright, I’m gonna head to bed. Fingers are double and triple crossed for a healthy, happy day tomorrow. I don’t want the entire weekend to be a wash, after all.
by Marilyn on April 25, 2007
What the HECK. I mean, sweet Jesus gay, give me a freakin’ break! Was it not just last week that Liam proceeded to sprout his two top front teeth? And was I not bemoaning the fact that these teeth are coming too fast and too soon for my tastes? Wasn’t I?!? How has the Universe repaid me?
By giving my child TWO MORE TEETH.
OMFG. Yes, he has sprouted two more. The “eyeteeth” up top, whatever they’re called. Is this just not way too early to be getting those? Isn’t there supposed to be some lag time between getting the top teeth and these ones? THEY AREN’T SUPPOSED TO COME IN AT THE SAME TIME! Four is TOO FREAKIN’ MANY!
I’m sorry, but this is my baby. The very baby that I worked for years and years and spent much moolah and endured much heartache to achieve. I finally have this baby and I am blissfully smelling his downy soft head on a daily basis and reveling in the baby-dom when POW… here come teeth.
And you know what? It occurs to me that maybe he’s a little on the close side to being 10 months old. The combination of 10 months and SIX TOTAL TEETH makes me want to scream and cry and pull the covers up over my head. Oh the HUMANITY. I want my baby for at least a good six months more and he seems to determined to sprout up before my very eyes. Or, even worse, I wake up in the morning and find he has aged three months overnight.
He’s fake-crying now. Oh yeah! FAKER. That’s something a toddler does. And he’s added a screech to the start of his fake-cry and I KNOW that’s pure toddler right there. It may have been a while, but I do remember that much. The teeth have been making him oh-so-pleasant too. Very clingy. Very crabby. Didn’t we JUST go through this? DIDN’T WE?!?
Two more freakin’ teeth. TWO MORE.
by Marilyn on April 24, 2007
How did it get to be Tuesday already? Oh, right. I went over to my new friend’s house for coffee yesterday morning and didn’t return home until after Harry got out of school that afternoon. I’m worried this gal is going to be sick of me but will feel she can’t tell me to get lost because that might be rude. And she’ll be thinking, “I need to get stuff done around here! When will she go home?!” and I’ll be sitting there completely oblivious and obviously over-staying my welcome. Neurotic much? I was going to tell her this morning to feel free to tell me to “beat it” at any time and I’ll leave her be. I was going to be all casual and cool as I said it too, and try not to look like the humongous dork that I know I am. But, as it happened, on our way down to her house I got a call from Other Friend and she said that Friend took her son to the dentist this morning so she wasn’t around but I was welcome to come over after dropping Harry off at school and have some coffee. D’oh! Well, guess it’s a good thing I found out before I got there and wondered where everyone went, right? OMG, I would have felt like the biggest tool.
So I’ll have to remember to bring it up later. I’m guessing she took her son to school after his appointment so maybe I’ll walk down to school with her this afternoon? Or maybe she’ll just not answer the door and instead pretend she doesn’t know me. Because, Good Lord, if she opens the door and lets me in I might never leave.
I am a tool.
In other completely unrelated and far less self-centered news: Liam is not crawling but that isn’t stopping him from booking it around the room regardless. He employs a mixture of rolling and scooting and commando crawling to get from Point A to Point B. And he does it quicker than you might think. I got a little video yesterday of him doing just this very thing, using the camera itself as “bait”. (Clever!) If you want to see it, check the videos page.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go chase down a baby who has somehow managed to get himself all the way to the kitchen in like 10 seconds. I’m SO in trouble here.
by Marilyn on April 22, 2007
Jeezum crow, what a boring weekend this has been. Being dirt poor is to blame because there isn’t all that much fun to be had on a shoestring budget. We’ve done it before, had a great time with a limited amount of money. Just not THIS weekend. I can’t believe I’m actually looking forward to the return of the workweek. I’ll hang out with my newfound friends and shoot the shit and drink the joe. Better than sitting around here staring at the tv or dinking around on the computer. BAH.
I guess not all weekends can be stunning and awesome. Because that would be too awesome. As if there is even such a thing as “too awesome”. I sure as heck wouldn’t know.
Wow, what’s with all the bitterness?? I mean, seriously! It hasn’t been a bad weekend, by any judge of the word. It just hasn’t been a whole lot of fun. It’s been BORING. But that’s about the only thing wrong with it. I feel all entitled to a fun weekend because my week last week was fun. OMG, I had such a good time last week. I’m worried for the week to come because I can’t help but think there’s no way it can live up to what I want it to be. Can it? Surely, it can’t. Damnit.
Maybe my problem is BOYS. I’ve been surrounded by nothing but boys all weekend long and I need some girl time. Naw, that’s not it. It’s gotta be the money thing. Being poor bites.
