Fresh, Hot Wastes of Time

I’m so completely unmotivated to do anything right now. I’m too apathetic to watch a movie. I wanted to watch Harry Potter since it’s on HBO InDemand but the 2.5 hour time commitment is daunting.

Those children of mine got me sick. I don’t even have the inclination to play a damned computer game that requires any special thinking, even though I haven’t cracked open Icewind Dale 2 and Sims Unleashed. The only thing that excites me at this point is that hub went to Amy’s to get sundaes.

Go play JT’s Blocks. It’s fun.

I had a client call today needing help and I was able to solve his problems over the phone, thus saving him money and saving myself a trip over there. He just left a message on voicemail extolling my praises and calling me a genius. I love that.

– Quit wearing my heart on my sleeve
– Quit sweating the small stuff
– Eat lots of chocolate

Both the kids have fever and runny noses. The little one has slept about all day long, and the small amount of time she hasn’t been asleep she’s been clinging closer to me than Saran Wrap ever dream possible. They were supposed to go visit their grandmother tomorrow, but I dunno if that’s going to happen. If I don’t get a little Mommy time soon, I’m going to haul out a pair of pliers and a blowtorch. No, really, I honestly and truly do not want to see The Wizard of Oz for the 1497th time this week.

Good grief, I hope the baby sleeps tonight.

You know what would be ideal? Chocolate beer. That way it’s two goodnesses in one. Scuse me, I think I need to go mainline Hershey’s syrup.

Oh hey, here I am. Where the hell have I been?

We were supposed to go hunting this weekend but ended up not going because it’s flooding at the ranch. Again. Some more. This is the third time in the last 4 months.

The older daughter turned 3 this week. I can’t believe how quick she’s growing up.

Next week they’re going to put a vacuum cleaner thing on my boob. Film at 11.

The girls came back home on Monday and the 1 year old hasn’t let me put her down for more than 30 minutes yet. She woke up yesterday at 6:30 am and didn’t take a nap all day long. We finally got her to sleep around 11 pm. The whole time she was on my lap, save a morning nap I took and the hour I went to buy a new sewing machine.

She keeps pounding on my chest and I’m in awful pain, and I don’t feel like I’m getting the support that I need. What’s a girl to do?

We got some pictures back from the photographer today. Here’s the almost-3-y.o. and here’s the one year old. Personally, I think they’re pretty cute.

Number one daughter has locked her father out of the house and pulled him down to the floor out of his chair tonight. She’s on a roll!

I was awakened this morning by the baby again. This time it wasn’t a sweet good morning kiss, no siree. Apparently she had gotten all excited because a cat jumped up on the bed, so she whipped her head around to tell me about it and she misjudged, so she slammed her teeth into my nose. Now I have a big nose bruise and a headache.

Just in, from the TMI dept: the whole family is ill. I’m sending hub out to the store for toilet paper and Imodium.

In my case, I’m up reeeeeeally damned late. Bad craziness. First I lost track of time while piecing a quilt. 3 am came and went, and I decided I’d better go to bed. I snuck past the 2 y.o.’s door, and she promptly sproinged up in bed like a deranged jack in the box, so I had to run in there and tell her to go to sleep and tuck her in. She’s been nervous around me since she saw the incision and bruising. She doesn’t want me to get close to her. Perhaps she thinks it’s catching.

I paged down to hub and apprised him of the situation, so he snuck up with the 1 y.o., who was (surprise surprise) wide freaking awake. I try to nurse her down; she wants to do gymnastics. I go to rock her to sleep; she’s doing the Cabbage Patch. I decide to spirit her downstairs (stealthily closing the 2 y.o.’s door on the way down, yay) where she can be loud and play herself to sleep, I hope, I hope, I hope. And soon, please. Right now she’s poking me with the booger sucker. This does not bode well for going to sleep while it’s still dark outside.

I started a quilting class today with my friend AM. It was quickly decided that I should ride the short bus to quilt school, since if there was anything at all I could have done wrong, I did it. Although everyone was teasing me for taking a beginning quiltmaking class after having made 2 quilts, I really have learned stuff that you can’t get out of books. I got so inspired that I made 45 half-square triangles when I got home. This sounds like a lot until I mention that I need 288 for a king sized quilt.

I’m in a fairly annoying amount of pain from my breastal area, which seems to have sprung a leak. I’m supposed to call my surgeon first thing this morning. Hm, I may actually still be up in 2 hours. Oh lord I hope not.

You know, tonight I watched the National Geographic show about the search for the Afghan girl whose face was such an icon when it appeared on the cover of a magazine in the mid 80s. They found her again, living near Tora Bora, and she came into Pashewar to be photographed again (only with the permission of the town elders and her husband could she show her face). I realized that she and I are the same age. Her biggest concern today was whether she’d be able to find clean water and food for her children. My day’s agenda includes fixing the ice dispenser on the refrigerator and straightening up the house a little before the cleaner comes.

It’s a small world. It’s a huge world. And even though I’ve gotten no sleep, I count more blessings than I can name.

That maybe was a little mean. Here, look at this picture. Really, I promise, it’s safe. Cross my heart.

They’re mine. Aren’t they cute?