Fresh, Hot Wastes of Time

I was awakened this morning by a stealthy baby. She sat up in bed which woke me up, but I feigned sleep in the hopes that she’d lie back down. Instead, she crawled over to me and on top of my head (my back was to her) and planted a big kiss on my cheek.

How could I pretend to sleep through that? What a sweet way to wake up.

I went to see a doctor today about the pain in my heel. I have plantar fasciitis. I’m basically supposed to take some Advil and call him in a month. And I can’t use the treadmill anymore.

Speaking of which, I went to the gym yesterday even though I had an upset tummy and oh. my. gosh. I was weak as a kitten. I did my leg strength training, then went to the treadmill for 30 mins or so of cardio, and I lasted for five whole minutes. And that was a stretch. For the rest of the night I was completely weak in the knees, and not in a good way. I feel much better today, but I can definitely tell that I shouldn’t have gone yesterday because I really overworked myself – and that at lower weights on the machines than I normally use.

On the plus side (minus side), the doctor’s scale today confirmed my scale, which means that I really have lost 15 pounds. I had a dreadful fear that my scale was 10 pounds light or something.

I got my ultimate iPod accessory kit in the mail today but it came too late. The damned screen is already scratched.

Heavy sigh.

There’s child abuse going on in this house. As in, I’m being abused by a child. An 11 month old. She smears up my glasses. When she’s mad she hits me. She gets on my lap and proceeds to wiggle, grab at stuff on my desk, and complain until I put her down, at which point she cries. She headbutts me. She likes to bite my clothes but sometimes she misses and bites me instead. She’s broken the skin twice doing this. When she wants attention she smacks at me and hollers. She pulls my hair.

Enter hub. He picks her up off the floor, where I’ve put her because I’m tired of being beaten up. She then proceeds to sit quietly in his lap, occasionally gently bouncing or quietly waving bye-bye.

And this always happens. Why does she like to kick my ass? I so completely don’t understand.

This morning she woke up around 7 to eat. 7 is much too early to wake up. Only weirdos wake up at that indecent hour. I fed her and crossed my fingers that she’d snuggle up to me and fall asleep. Well, she bopped around the bed for a while, quietly muttering, then crawled on top of my pillow (I have one of those extra firm tall space foam pillows), wrapped herself around my head, and fell asleep. I think she was a cat in a former life. Then she rolled over and fell off the pillow with a loud thud and it didn’t phase her a bit. She just kept quietly snoring those tiny baby snores.

She’s adorable.

The baby’s broken out in spots all over her body. I’ve taken to calling her “Spot”. She feels better, but she grows spottier by the minute. Spotted child.

UPS, in their utter incompetence, neglected to pull the package off of the truck last night so hub drove all the way out to BFE to pick up something that wasn’t there. Fearful that they might forget us once again, he chased down the UPS man driving around the neighborhood and demanded our box. So now I have my iPod. Yay!

The two year old just told me that when she laid down for a nap, she was nursing her stuffed animals. I asked her to show me how she did it and sure enough she lifted up her shirt and held a stuffed animal close.

Then she grabbed a red cap off a marker and ran it over her lips, saying she was putting on makeup.

Poor kid. The baby has a fever. It was over 103 this morning. I took her to the doctor, who poked one toe for blood, and their machine didn’t read it correctly. So they had to poke another toe for more blood, and their machine didn’t read that correctly either. Did I mention that this poor kid’s feet are totally grimy and her toenails are on the order of 6 inches long?

Then they decided to take blood from her arm. The child was pretty pissed off at this point, as any reasonable person would be.

Before, after, and during each blood draw, I was reminded that we didn’t give her the pneumococcal vaccine. Yes, thank you, I remember. We didn’t want it because it’s new, and the last vaccine that was new (Hep B) had mercury in it and was recalled after a couple of years of kids being injected with it. I’ll let someone else’s kid be the guinea pig. Umm hmm, yes, doctor, I sure will keep it in mind. As something I don’t want to do.

Finally the results came back, and guess what? They still don’t know what it is, other than a virus. There are apparently a couple of things going around, one of them being roseola, which does this to you (but only for a couple of days). Should be interesting.

Oh, and my wrist hurts. Look for a change in the weather soon – at least in Austin.

…is that they appropriate your bubble wrap (a.k.a. “pops” in kid-ese). Your hours of blissfully popping are over. I love big-bubble bubble wrap, and we just got a package with some in it a couple of days ago, and do you know how many bubbles I got to pop? Three, that’s how many. That sucks.

I just discovered the recipe section on the Reynolds Wrap website and I think I’ve died and gone to heaven. Tonight: pork chops in chutney.

That is, if the thunderstorm doesn’t take us out. Just what central Texas needs right now, more rain.

I didn’t get to the gym today, most notably because I have canker sores. In my throat. And they hurt, and that’s on top of the fact that I slept funny the other night and my neck’s all screwed up and I can’t turn my head. Wah wah, pity me, mmmm-kay?

Picture if you will… a hot late July Texas day. A ranch out on the country. 50 people at a 3 year old’s birthday. And 2 toddlers in the car for 2 hours who haven’t had naps.

You have now entered The Headache Zone.

(doo dee doo doo)

I think the kids had a good time, but with all those people going in and out, it wasn’t much cooler inside than it was outside. Not to mention that they ran out of anything but beer to drink. Don’t get me wrong, I like beer all right. It’s just that when I’m about to die of dehydration, I like a nice diet Coke or something.

Oddly enough, even though both girls are minus naps, the 2 year old is ok while the 10 month old is a little monster. The baby is beating the crap out of her older sister.

I will not bore you with details on how the bottle in the water cooler has a crack in it and leaked a couple of gallons of water onto the office floor.

Nor will I bore you with details on how the 2 year old busted me turning out her light and closing her door last night when I thought she was asleep and she cried and made hub sleep with her on the floor of the office. In the puddle.

Instead I will tell you about the 10 month old, who found a bowl of honey that had been left on my desk while said 2 y.o. and I were taking a nap.

Honey is, apparently, a delightfully squishy thing to play with. Guess who’s getting a bath tonight?