So after taunting the gods, M was a little bit tired last night.
So tired that the first thing he said to me this morning was "I am SO SORRY I didn't get up with you last night. I was just....asleep."
The "I was just...asleep" part is what cracks me up. So eloquent. So true. So....damn obvious last night as he was snoring to high heaven! (we're lucky we still have paint on the walls....)
Dude, knock on wood next time!
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Monday, November 24, 2008
Tempting the gods, or, he'll never say THAT again
So this weekend was a bit of a repeat of last weekend:
1) We had a sick daughter and visited the pediatrician. Copious amounts of ibuprofin were consumed.
2) We had a sick cat and visited the veterinarian. Copious amounts of 409 cleaner were used to wipe up cat vomit.
3) Aaaaaaannnnnddd........we didn't get that much sleep. Understatement. HUGE understatement.
M got less sleep than me, because in a fit of absolute generosity he let me sleep in on Sunday AND take a nap. Which greatly helped alleviate the exhaustion I was suffering from being 1) 8.5 months pregnant and 2) getting the crappiest nights of sleep I've had in ages, compliments of crying child and puking cat. (See #1 & #2, above, for details.)
Now, my brain is pretty much addled today because I've been up since 4:30am (see #1, above). But I am pretty sure that sometime this weekend, M commented to me that's he's getting used to this no-sleep business. You know, like it's no big deal. And then, right on cue, we had some of the crappiest nights of sleep in ages.
WOE. We should NOT be tempting the gods like that. I'm betting that right about now, as the afternoon wears on and on and the sky gets dark, that M is really wishing he'd bitten his tongue. Or knocked on wood. You know, something, ANYTHING!, to rebut his nonchalant statement that he could handle no sleep.
1) We had a sick daughter and visited the pediatrician. Copious amounts of ibuprofin were consumed.
2) We had a sick cat and visited the veterinarian. Copious amounts of 409 cleaner were used to wipe up cat vomit.
3) Aaaaaaannnnnddd........we didn't get that much sleep. Understatement. HUGE understatement.
M got less sleep than me, because in a fit of absolute generosity he let me sleep in on Sunday AND take a nap. Which greatly helped alleviate the exhaustion I was suffering from being 1) 8.5 months pregnant and 2) getting the crappiest nights of sleep I've had in ages, compliments of crying child and puking cat. (See #1 & #2, above, for details.)
Now, my brain is pretty much addled today because I've been up since 4:30am (see #1, above). But I am pretty sure that sometime this weekend, M commented to me that's he's getting used to this no-sleep business. You know, like it's no big deal. And then, right on cue, we had some of the crappiest nights of sleep in ages.
WOE. We should NOT be tempting the gods like that. I'm betting that right about now, as the afternoon wears on and on and the sky gets dark, that M is really wishing he'd bitten his tongue. Or knocked on wood. You know, something, ANYTHING!, to rebut his nonchalant statement that he could handle no sleep.
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Here we go again
I feel like we should put the pediatrician on speed dial.
It is 4am and I am wide awake after settling Monkey back down. She has been alternating between awesome, cranky and listless the last two days - but no fever - so we've just chalked it up to being two.
But tonight as she went to bed she complained that her ears hurt.
Poor little girl. She had some ibuprofin around 9pm as we were trying to settle her down for the night, and sure enough, 6 hours later when the meds wore off she woke up crying. Tylenol this round. Doctors office in the morning.
Meanwhile, Ollie has spent the greater part of the last two days puking first hair balls and then just bile.
And I am awake. Wishing I could make all my creatures feel better.
As soon as my tylenol eases my headache I'll crawl back into bed.
Dawn breaks early in the swamp. See you all in two hours.........
It is 4am and I am wide awake after settling Monkey back down. She has been alternating between awesome, cranky and listless the last two days - but no fever - so we've just chalked it up to being two.
But tonight as she went to bed she complained that her ears hurt.
Poor little girl. She had some ibuprofin around 9pm as we were trying to settle her down for the night, and sure enough, 6 hours later when the meds wore off she woke up crying. Tylenol this round. Doctors office in the morning.
Meanwhile, Ollie has spent the greater part of the last two days puking first hair balls and then just bile.
And I am awake. Wishing I could make all my creatures feel better.
As soon as my tylenol eases my headache I'll crawl back into bed.
Dawn breaks early in the swamp. See you all in two hours.........
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Bread and Jam
All I can tell you is that laughing when you are more than 35 weeks pregnant is a fun adventure. Your belly moves up and down and you can't breath. And that is, in and of itself, also funny. So you laugh some more....
Why was I laughing? Well, if you must know: Monkey loves bread and jam. So much so that I had to ask her to BLOW her nose.....................
..........you know, so I could get the jam out. She was eating it a bit - um - exuberantly this morning.
Why was I laughing? Well, if you must know: Monkey loves bread and jam. So much so that I had to ask her to BLOW her nose.....................
..........you know, so I could get the jam out. She was eating it a bit - um - exuberantly this morning.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Whoops
Remember back in elementary school, when you first started having crushes on the opposite sex? And how there were some kids that just didn't quite know how to express their admiration for that special someone, and went a little overboard? And how there was always one little girl or boy that EVERYONE loved, and they got a little pissy about it?
That's Ollie. She's that special someone.
I say this because the love fest between Monkey and Ollie continues unabated.
But Monkey just....doesn't quite know how to woo Ollie.
I mean, she gets it in principle, but it doesn't always work out in practice.
Which is why she spent a good amount of time chasing Ollie around the apartment last night, hollering "SORRY SORRY SORRY OLLIE CAT" at the top of her lungs. As poor Ollie ran for the hills and looked at me balefully. Like it was MY fault that Monkey kept trying to play with her with the new cat wand, and you know, kept beaning her in the head.
Sheesh cat, glare at M - he's the one that paid for the damn toy.
That's Ollie. She's that special someone.
I say this because the love fest between Monkey and Ollie continues unabated.
But Monkey just....doesn't quite know how to woo Ollie.
I mean, she gets it in principle, but it doesn't always work out in practice.
Which is why she spent a good amount of time chasing Ollie around the apartment last night, hollering "SORRY SORRY SORRY OLLIE CAT" at the top of her lungs. As poor Ollie ran for the hills and looked at me balefully. Like it was MY fault that Monkey kept trying to play with her with the new cat wand, and you know, kept beaning her in the head.
Sheesh cat, glare at M - he's the one that paid for the damn toy.
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