Bloody Day
Friday I had to take both of the kids to get their blood drawn. I was a little nervous, but not so much that I let them know it. I really didn’t want to the fear to freak them out so much that it got dramatic. Hubby told me not to let Boog watch it happening.
At first I was confused. “What’s going to happen if she watches?”
“It just makes it worse.” he replied from firsthand knowledge.
Well, I wasn’t about to announce to my four year old NOT to watch the blood being sucked out of her arm through a hose. I’m sure that little announcement would go over really well. “MOMMY! They’re going to KILL ME!” and on and on. Oh lordy that would be fun.
So I played pretend that it was going to be “neat” and she was going to be “so brave” when they put her up into the chair.
When they stuck the needle in her arm though she panicked a little. She looked freaked out but was stuck until they were done. It wasn’t until about a minute after the needle came out though that the fun started.
It started with her face turning a little white and her telling me she wanted to go home. (Not a good sign since she never ever wants to go home) I realized she was about to hurl, so we hung her head over a trash can and waited. 3 minutes later she still hadn’t puked, so crisis averted we sat her up and gave her a sip of water. 30 second later up came her pb&j.
And here we are, yet again with a first in a medical facility. The last first we had was the first 2 year old to hold completely still during a CT scan. I have such a special child.
Why buy when you can knit?
I’ve been wanting to knit a sweater for awhile now and have really wanted to knit one for the kids, but I every time I go to the yarn store I’m floored by the cost of yarn for a sweater that I’m pretty sure will be destroyed. Then the other day while strolling through the craft store the other day I discovered a clearance bin of not totally awful yarn. At only $2 a skein I couldn’t walk by without swiping a LOT of it. Enough for two or four sweaters. I immediately came home and cast on for a sweater for Junior.
I pushed through and finished it in record time, only to discover it’s a lot bigger than I thought it would be. AND that the yarn doesn’t lay down very well, making Junior’s sweater just a little bit ill fitting in style and size. But whatever…I KNIT A SWEATER! WOOT!
Fashion Sense
I was not known as miss popularity in junior high or high school (or preschool for that matter). I’m not sure if I was a nerd, a geek, or whatever. I just wasn’t cool and certain kids loved to bring me down. But when I was 13 I got a gift that gave a slight reprieve to the battering.
Next to my hypercolor shirt the jacket my aunt sent me was my favorite piece of clothing. I wore it as often as I could. It was almost like a shield to the making fun of. The shirt was cool enough that kids that wanted to make fun of me couldn’t because they actually liked the jacket. However that coolness didn’t last forever. Most fashion doesn’t (although I still don’t get that).
So here it is, pulled out of a box in storage in all it’s mothball smelling glory.
Coveting thy neighbor’s nasal spray
I’m currently fantasizing about my neighbor’s saline nasal wash. It’s a beautiful sexy can of booger washing goodness that I could seriously use right now. This cold is hanging onto my very soul. In fact I’ve actually tried to talk myself out of the cold and into being healthy for three days, but it’s not working. It’s just been too strong. (It’s even stronger than the nyquil, ibuprofen, tylenol, sudafed, essential oils, warming socks, and emergen-c)
It knows that I have things to do. Places to go. People to help. It knows that I’m overwhelmed by all of this and decided to take over so that I couldn’t do any of it. Instead of doing it all I could just let it sit in my living room, taking over any clean space I might have had by now. I literally have so much crap everywhere right now that you have to step over it to get into the kitchen and into the house alltogether. It’s all supposed to be at my parent’s house getting sold at their yard sale instead.
My parent’s yard sale is kind of a big deal and although they need help I’m sure they’ve got it all under control. It’s a big deal because it’s my childhood home and they’re leaving it. Maybe this cold is stopping me from some hysterical grief motivated breakdown. Stopping me from going over every little piece of childhood nostalgia that would bring me to tears and only make it harder for my folks to leave.
I still want that nasal spray.
Insomniac
It’s just after 5 am, but don’t let that early time fool ya. I’ve been up much longer. Technically I’ve been “up” since 3, but at 2 I was woken up by both children taking turns crying. Then a poopy diaper, then a nose and throat that won’t stop hurting my ears. So I gave up. I give up. Sleep and I are not going to be dancing right now.
But good news – I’ve gotten all sorts of knitting done! I mean, when you can’t sleep because your nose or ears might explode what else are you going to do? KNIT!
I’m almost done with mrtl’s goodbye socks. Yes, she’s already gone, but I couldn’t give her the socks when one of them didn’t actually have a heel. I just blew right past it and forgot to put it in. That would be awfully uncomfortable. So with one sock done and the other with a heel I’ve only got the remainder of the foot to do!
So last night I took the kids with me to a craft store and saw a bin with clearance yarn in it and thought, “THIS is what I need!”. That’s not normally my first thought when I see a big bin of cheap acrylic yarn, but I really want to make the kids some sweaters and I just can’t justify the large expense for really wool when it might be thrown in the wash. So I’m starting with crappy, but cute colored yarns and hopefully they will turn out.
Back to my insomniac knitting frenzy! (the alarm clock will go off soon)
Internet window shopping
I’m a habitual cart filler. I love to go to an online store and pick out the things that I want and pretend that I’m actually buying them. I’ll go back and fill my cart 5 or 6 times when I’m feeling especially needy. It’s a dangerous game because I’m not really pretending to buy things, I’m talking myself out of them.
My favorite is Victoria’s Secret. I always think that I NEED that $50 bra and $30 matching panty (like I’m the type of girl who ever matches) and that I’ve got to have a new swimsuit, and a nighty and a new set of comfy pajamas and on and on. Sometimes I get far enough to put my credit card number in and then I stop.
I just did this same act with some yarn. Yarn is tough because it’s a textile. And on the internet you can’t touch it or roll around in it as I sometimes do. But I’ve got this itch to spin and dye my own yarn and I know I have to start small, so just five minutes ago I had an entire dyeing kit in the shopping cart and I was ready to check out. Then I thought about when I would actually have the time to do it and where in the heck am I going to dry it out?
The good thing about VS and going beyond just entering the credit card and hitting the “submit” button is that I wear my bras out to nothingness and only own 2 right now. (not counting my recently retired nursing bras) So I think underwear is probably excused. Maybe not the ridiculously overpriced and uncomfortable bras, but the nice comfy cotton line that I love so much.
Ooohh…time to go shopping.
Cutest Kid Ever
Yep. I said it. I believe she’s the cutest. (yeah yeah, you’re kid is adorable too) The recital was hot. There was confusion. There were costumes that I would not let my teenage girl wear in front of an audience, no matter how much it’s about “art”. (just ask the adolescent girl who almost feel out of her top)
But when the curtain pulled back to reveal 8 little girls in hot pink tutus and feather poofs on their head the entire audience went “OOOHHHH!!!”. Thus I commenced to bawl my eyes out. The “Magic Tu-tu” is a moving dance with many emotional ups and downs. It’s about life and blah blah blah. Did I tell you they were in poofy pink? GAH!
I’m home sick so I haven’t pulled pictures off yet, but when I do, watch out!
More to come…
Mommy Dearest
I am grossed out in every way by those “pageant moms”. I strive to be the mother that just wants her kid to shine for the sake of shining. They are beautiful no matter what. And then I go to ballet dress rehearsal. And I strive at not slaying the mother that forgot to give my kid the poofy feather barret.
I swear I spent an hour trying not to fret over why I wasn’t giving my kid the shiny lip gloss or doing her hair up all curly. Why was I not picking at her every five seconds? My kid is the best one up there, obviously everyone can see it! So why doesn’t she have a freakin’ feather clip? GAH!
I love that Boog loves ballet. I’m thrilled for her to love something so much, but I just can’t stand these women. They create this feeling that they are living through their kid’s cuteness and by the end of it I’m feeling the same way and I hate it.
I can’t wait for Karate to start.
WHAT IS WRONG WITH THESE WOMEN?
Afternoon Movies
I have this weekly tradition where I get the kids down for their nap and pop in a romantic movie while I fold laundry. I don’t get to do it every week and inevitably one of the children wakes up early and tries desperately to tear me away before the movie is over but it’s near impossible.
Today I watched p.s. I love you. WARNING: If you haven’t seen it and you’re going to, then right now go buy stock in Kleenex. I cried from about minute five in the movie, with intermittent breaks, all the way until the end. I don’t think even Steel Magnolias makes me cry that much.
So I’m adding it to my afternoon repetoire, because I love a good romance that I’ve seen a thousand times. Just ask Hubby. Pride and Prejudice was on the other day and I was taking a five minute break from being Mommy to watch it. Hubby asked, “Haven’t you seen this already?”.
I replied, “Duh. Like 10 times. But it’s freakin’ Jane Austen. I could watch this movie over and over and over and over….”
I’m such a girl.
