The End

Because today is the last day of November, I feel compelled to burn some mental sage. Here, in no particular order, is my patented brain-dump entry.

1. The shirt I am wearing today is far too large, and my underwear are far too tight. I have a freaking wedgie that will not go away. I just had to get that out there.

2. Gus woke up this morning at 5 am, just to tell me that he'd had a "diarrhea accident" and needed to change his clothes. This woke his brother up, which in turn set off a chain of events that meant that no one got to go back to sleep. There was much wailing and gnashing of teeth on Will's part. First he didn't have the right binky and then he didn't want the pumpkin light turned off (dont' ask) and then he just would not stop crying. I eventually gave up and tucked him in despite the protesting, because a) it was 5 am and b) I do not look for specifically named pacifiers in the wee hours of the dawn.

After I left the room, Will continued to cry and talk to himself until he was hysterical. "I WANT MY BEAR BIIIIIINNNNNKKKKKKK!" "I WANT MY PUMPKIN LIIIIIGGGHHHTTTT!" "NOW MY NOSE IS SNOTTY! MY NOSE IS RUNNING!" These exclamations were punctuated by hiccuping and moaning. Eventually he wandered into our bedroom, where his father picked him up and took him back to bed to calm him down. By the time Dashing Husband got back to bed, it was 5:58. A totally awesome way to ring in a Friday.

When the alarm went off at six, Will hopped out of bed like he does every morning, as happy as a little shellfish and chattering away. Turd. Gus got out of bed and ran to the bathroom, where I discovered that I cannot handle the diarrhea. I had to hand him the wet wipes and run away, lest I vomit all over the place.  About twenty minutes later, the kid puked up red Gatorade all over the carpet. Dashing Husband volunteered to stay home and I took the little one to school, hopefully he will get away unscathed. Gus insists he choked on some gunk in the back of his throat, which to me is a much better scenario than an evil stomach virus that will attack the entire family.

3. Lately I have noticed that when I bend over there are elbows or knees or maybe a head stuck in my ribs. This is making life uncomfortable. I require more pillows than it's decent to own, just to get in a sleeping position that doesn't make me feel like a rock is on my diaphragm. Also, Breathe Right strips rule.

4. Because I am a bonehead, and still suffering from bouts of nausea when exposed to strong smells, I thought it would be best to wash the peed-on yarn in a lingerie bag. I didn't take the time to unball the yarn, because I couldn't stand the pee smell, so now I am the proud owner of a huge mass of multi-colored yarn. I think I can probably get it untangled and re-skeined, but it's going to take a couple of hours. RAH RAH RAH GOOOOOO ME!

5. I posted every day this month. No one was hospitalized this year, so maybe I will win a prize! Or maybe not. Either way, November, with its many ups and downs, is recorded for all eternity on the internets.

6. I have been playing this fun game . Every time you get a word right, some rice gets donated to help end world hunger. So a good cause, and you get to feel smart-ish. My favorite word so far is gimcrack. It means cheap, and it sounds cheap, and I'm going to use it more.

7. My newest niece, Annie, was born on November 27th. The delivery was terribly rough and dramatic, so keep my sister and the baby in your thoughts (or your prayers, if'n yer the prayin' type). My other sister has a picture of the baby up. She's incredibly chubby and adorable (the baby, not Jacqui, though she's cute too)!

8. I am so freaking happy that it's Friday, I can't even tell you. I have Monday off from work, time I will use to take the gestational diabetes test and give more blood to the lab in the name of science.

Comments

[mamadaisy]

burning mental sage...

what a lovely concept!