It’s such a cliché when everyone says “oh, that’ll fall apart the minute the warranty is done.”
Well, that is a lie, it’s not the next minute, its’ 3 weeks later.
This morning, Hubster came downstairs and went to heat up his Weight Watchers Breakfast Quesadilla (which are pretty good) in our lovely over-the-range microwave, but the minute he opened the door, the microwave buzzed loudly, threw a little hissy fit and displayed digital expletives in his face on the display and just refused to work.
He climbed up to see if the GFCI outlet in the cabinet over the stove needed to be reset, but that seemed to be ok. He unplugged the microwave and then plugged it back in, also to no avail.
When I came into the kitchen, Hubster was eating his COLD cereal and grumpily mumbled that the &^%$ microwave was broken (grumble, mumble, growl). I thought I’d try my hand at resetting it, but was also was buzzed and hissed at. It’s like a rabid cat right now; all snarly and hissy and dysfunctional.
Gee, hmm… maybe I’m over dramatizing this.
We’ve been in our new house just over a year, 3 weeks over a year. When we bought our house, there was a home warranty which covered a number of things, including any appliances that were included with the sale of the house, which we haven’t needed to use…. until now. And now, when it would be NICE to use it, we can’t because it expired, you know, 3 weeks ago. Of course.
I pulled out the home warranty phone number to call anyway, even though I was sure it was finished. I figured it was worth a call, and the lady was really nice and apologetic when she told me it expired. 3 weeks ago.
Sigh.
For a couple of hours, I thought we could live without a microwave, and well, we probably could, but it is sure inconvenient. (We really are a spoiled generation with our DVDs, IPODs and fancy microwaves…) For example, I poured Baboo’s milk this morning and went to heat it up so she wouldn’t get an “ice cream” headache from chugging cold milk, and well, I couldn’t. Well, that’s a lie, I COULD if I wanted to get out a pot and put the milk in and stir it for 10 mins… but I didn’t want to do that. So, *horrible* mother that I am (ha) I gave her COLD milk with 10 warnings not to chug it too fast. But well, she ended up whining she was cold 3 minutes later because she drank her milk too fast. Though she’s not one to listen to any “non-chugging” advice.
So I looked online and saw that they’re not really all that expensive to replace, about $200 for a basic model, but its’ $200 I didn’t really want to spend on a microwave. Bleh.
Hubster headed out to pick up the new microwave after work, found that almost no one actually KEEPS anything in stock and bought one that had a “slightly damaged” box. Well, when he pulled it out of the box, we found that one of the corners had a huge caved in dent on the top. So, back in the box it went.
So, tomorrow, he’ll head to another store and hopefully exchange it for an unbroken one. We hope.
So the whole point of this long winded, whiney post about our fritzed out microwave is that I’m entering in a contest that Stephanie over at Totally Together Reviews has going for a gift card, for an amount that would almost exactly cover the cost of replacing the microwave. Go and check her out – she’s got some great sites and she’s so, so pretty. (*grin*)
Friday, October 30, 2009
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Lists: The Good, The Bad, The Lost, The Found
I’m a list maker by nature. I ALWAYS have a list going, if not 2 or 4 or 10. Grocery lists, To Do lists, General Shopping lists, Menu lists, Christmas lists, Ideas lists. I’ve got ‘em. I love lists and love making them. The problem is, I’m not the most organized person, DESPITE all the lists and I suck at keeping track of the lists. I’m often losing lists or burying them on my desk, which despite my best efforts, I’m unable to keep tidy for more than a few days at a time.
It’s maddening to KNOW there’s another list around with something I IKNOW I’m forgetting and not being able to find it. It truly makes me crazy and I know I’ve got no one to blame except myself.
And sometimes, I do something stupid, like put a to-do list on the side of a grocery list and then throw the grocery list out when I’m done shopping BEFORE I’ve finished the To-Do list.
I have tried using One Note, a program available in Windows to keep track of things, and it worked pretty well for a few things. I was able to plan a couple of trips that way and 2 birthday parties, but for the everyday stuff, I found that I was still writing things on paper and then entering them in the computer, which kind of defeated the purpose of using the program.
Side Thought: I just had a thought to have one paper notebook dedicated to lists and only lists. Hmm, maybe that would work? I’ll put it on the list to think about. (hahaha)
The thing that kills me is grocery lists. I ALWAYS have a grocery list going, even 5 minutes after I get back from the store. I do have a small white board by my desk to write down the things that come up that I don’t want to forget. However, after a while, it gets too big and I have to write it down on paper.
I found a grocery shopping template for my word processor that I quite like. I’ve used it a few times, and I like that it’s categorized, but… again, I end up jotting things down on note paper and then transferring it to the template and then printing the template out before I shop.
Another Side Thought: I should just print the template out and keep it in the pantry or something (duh, lightbulb moment!) and fill it in there. Hmmm… I just might do that.
So, the other day, I dropped Mouse off for a playdate with some friends and Baboo and I went out to do a mega grocery shop. I planned to hit Aldi for the basics and then finish up at Walmart. I did not have my pretty template list, I had a scrawled handwritten list, with a to-do list and I also had my master, and ONLY, Christmas list in case I had time to browse.
Half way through Aldi, Baboo had to potty, so we shoved some people out of the way in the checkout aisle to get to the bathroom. I decided to go too, and then we went out to finish shopping. I wasn’t really following my list because, I knew the store so well and the items I needed there. I bought a ton of stuff and it took me a while to get it all bagged. I admit to bribing Baboo with Peanut M&Ms to keep her in one place.
Finally, we were finished. After I buckled Baboo into her seat, I reached for my lists to review what I need to get at Walmart. Hmm, not in my jacket pockets. Or my jeans. Or my purse. I looked over Baboo’s head into the trunk at the pile of bags with a kind of horror and thought “Oh good grief! How will I find it in THERE?” But I KNEW I didn’t put it in any of the bags. It must have fallen out of my purse or pocket.
I tried to remember what was on the list and immediately drew a blank. I considered just moving on and winging it, but then I remembered the Christmas list, which had some great ideas on it that I really didn’t want to forget, and decided we had to go back into the store. I gave a few more M&Ms to Baboo before going to hunt for the list (This isn’t the first time I’ve done this. Ask Hubster, I made him crazy this summer with looking for lost lists). We walked up and down the aisles to no avail, but just as we got to the check out, the only way to get out of the store, I remembered the bathroom. As a last effort, we checked it out. It’s wasn’t by the sink. Or on the floor by the toilet. Sigh. I turned around to open the door to leave and just happened to glance down at the garbage can with the lid propped open. Hey there it was - sitting right on top! I looked around the single stall bathroom, knowing that we were the only ones in there, but feeling a bit creeped out and guilty. I reasoned to myself that it WAS sitting on paper towels not on a pile of rotting garbage, RIGHT at the top and it had only been about 20 minutes since we were in there last before reaching in and grabbing it.
Baboo and I left the store, and headed down the road to finish up our shopping. I didn’t forget anything, and no, I didn’t buy one Christmas thing. If you ask me where that list is right this second, I honestly have to say, I don’t know…. for SURE. I’m guessing it’s buried on my desk under cameras, tissue boxes, coupons, more lists, calendars, chargers, receipts, art work, magazines, cds, photos, flyers and returns. But it’s around. Somewhere. Or maybe it’s still in my purse. Or my jacket pocket.
But hey! At least I can get to the white board and that’s a good thing, because despite doing groceries 2 days ago, I noticed this morning that I need more of my bedtime tea. So I guess I’d better start a new list…
It’s maddening to KNOW there’s another list around with something I IKNOW I’m forgetting and not being able to find it. It truly makes me crazy and I know I’ve got no one to blame except myself.
And sometimes, I do something stupid, like put a to-do list on the side of a grocery list and then throw the grocery list out when I’m done shopping BEFORE I’ve finished the To-Do list.
I have tried using One Note, a program available in Windows to keep track of things, and it worked pretty well for a few things. I was able to plan a couple of trips that way and 2 birthday parties, but for the everyday stuff, I found that I was still writing things on paper and then entering them in the computer, which kind of defeated the purpose of using the program.
Side Thought: I just had a thought to have one paper notebook dedicated to lists and only lists. Hmm, maybe that would work? I’ll put it on the list to think about. (hahaha)
The thing that kills me is grocery lists. I ALWAYS have a grocery list going, even 5 minutes after I get back from the store. I do have a small white board by my desk to write down the things that come up that I don’t want to forget. However, after a while, it gets too big and I have to write it down on paper.
I found a grocery shopping template for my word processor that I quite like. I’ve used it a few times, and I like that it’s categorized, but… again, I end up jotting things down on note paper and then transferring it to the template and then printing the template out before I shop.
Another Side Thought: I should just print the template out and keep it in the pantry or something (duh, lightbulb moment!) and fill it in there. Hmmm… I just might do that.
So, the other day, I dropped Mouse off for a playdate with some friends and Baboo and I went out to do a mega grocery shop. I planned to hit Aldi for the basics and then finish up at Walmart. I did not have my pretty template list, I had a scrawled handwritten list, with a to-do list and I also had my master, and ONLY, Christmas list in case I had time to browse.
Half way through Aldi, Baboo had to potty, so we shoved some people out of the way in the checkout aisle to get to the bathroom. I decided to go too, and then we went out to finish shopping. I wasn’t really following my list because, I knew the store so well and the items I needed there. I bought a ton of stuff and it took me a while to get it all bagged. I admit to bribing Baboo with Peanut M&Ms to keep her in one place.
Finally, we were finished. After I buckled Baboo into her seat, I reached for my lists to review what I need to get at Walmart. Hmm, not in my jacket pockets. Or my jeans. Or my purse. I looked over Baboo’s head into the trunk at the pile of bags with a kind of horror and thought “Oh good grief! How will I find it in THERE?” But I KNEW I didn’t put it in any of the bags. It must have fallen out of my purse or pocket.
I tried to remember what was on the list and immediately drew a blank. I considered just moving on and winging it, but then I remembered the Christmas list, which had some great ideas on it that I really didn’t want to forget, and decided we had to go back into the store. I gave a few more M&Ms to Baboo before going to hunt for the list (This isn’t the first time I’ve done this. Ask Hubster, I made him crazy this summer with looking for lost lists). We walked up and down the aisles to no avail, but just as we got to the check out, the only way to get out of the store, I remembered the bathroom. As a last effort, we checked it out. It’s wasn’t by the sink. Or on the floor by the toilet. Sigh. I turned around to open the door to leave and just happened to glance down at the garbage can with the lid propped open. Hey there it was - sitting right on top! I looked around the single stall bathroom, knowing that we were the only ones in there, but feeling a bit creeped out and guilty. I reasoned to myself that it WAS sitting on paper towels not on a pile of rotting garbage, RIGHT at the top and it had only been about 20 minutes since we were in there last before reaching in and grabbing it.
Baboo and I left the store, and headed down the road to finish up our shopping. I didn’t forget anything, and no, I didn’t buy one Christmas thing. If you ask me where that list is right this second, I honestly have to say, I don’t know…. for SURE. I’m guessing it’s buried on my desk under cameras, tissue boxes, coupons, more lists, calendars, chargers, receipts, art work, magazines, cds, photos, flyers and returns. But it’s around. Somewhere. Or maybe it’s still in my purse. Or my jacket pocket.
But hey! At least I can get to the white board and that’s a good thing, because despite doing groceries 2 days ago, I noticed this morning that I need more of my bedtime tea. So I guess I’d better start a new list…
Friday, October 23, 2009
A Testament to My Current State...
Baboo was begging for her chock-wit milk this morning after another rough night of her coughing and me getting up with her. This is the 3rd night of crummy sleep for both of us.
I walked over to the dishwasher, got out a sip cup and lid, turned to the COFFEE POT and FILLED THE SIP CUP WITH HOT COFFEE... then walked to the pantry to get the Instant Breakfast. I had the lid off the can, spoon loaded with powder before I even NOTICED there was COFFEE and not milk in her cup.
I laughed hysterically for a minute picturing the results of Baboo on coffee, and then shuddered a bit at picturing the results of Baboo on coffee and not wanting to waste said precious coffee, poured it back into the pot and proceeded to make the REAL chock-wit milk.
It's gonna be one of THOSE days.
I walked over to the dishwasher, got out a sip cup and lid, turned to the COFFEE POT and FILLED THE SIP CUP WITH HOT COFFEE... then walked to the pantry to get the Instant Breakfast. I had the lid off the can, spoon loaded with powder before I even NOTICED there was COFFEE and not milk in her cup.
I laughed hysterically for a minute picturing the results of Baboo on coffee, and then shuddered a bit at picturing the results of Baboo on coffee and not wanting to waste said precious coffee, poured it back into the pot and proceeded to make the REAL chock-wit milk.
It's gonna be one of THOSE days.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Chug-A-Lug
Anyone who has ever met Baboo is STUNNED to see how fast she drinks a 6 oz cup of milk. She literally downs the whole thing in under 1.5 minutes with barely coming up for air. And several times a day.
I’m glad she drinks milk and really seems to love it. On the days when she doesn’t eat much, I rely on it and Instant Breakfast to assuage my Mommy food worries. Her “chock-wit meewlk” is the first thing she asks for in the morning, but we’ve learned to make her hold off until AFTER she’s eaten some food before giving it to her. Primarily because we know if she drinks all that milk she won’t actually EAT any food because well, she’s obviously not hungry any more. And secondly, because she tends to get car sick. Many times she’s chugged her milk too fast, we get in the car to go to school and she promptly throws it all up half way down the highway.
Nice picture, huh? Ew.
So, we are constantly telling her to take a break, drink slowly etc. Most of the time she sighs and says “ohhh-kay” and stops for 2 seconds and then finishes it off. (And I often make her wait to have her morning milk until AFTER we get back from dropping Mouse off at school and have a few hours before getting in the car again).
Today, however, when she started chugging her milk and we reminded her to slow down, she stopped immediately, walked over to the piano which is plainly visible to all of us from the kitchen, crawled under the bench, lay down on the floor and started chugging her milk.
I asked her “Are you hiding under the piano so you can chug your milk?” To which she replied “Yes. Yes, I is.” And that’s exactly what she did. When she was done, she climbed out from under the piano, walked over to me to give me the cup, with a little satisfied smirk on her face and went about her business.
I guess she’s just too little to lie.
I’m glad she drinks milk and really seems to love it. On the days when she doesn’t eat much, I rely on it and Instant Breakfast to assuage my Mommy food worries. Her “chock-wit meewlk” is the first thing she asks for in the morning, but we’ve learned to make her hold off until AFTER she’s eaten some food before giving it to her. Primarily because we know if she drinks all that milk she won’t actually EAT any food because well, she’s obviously not hungry any more. And secondly, because she tends to get car sick. Many times she’s chugged her milk too fast, we get in the car to go to school and she promptly throws it all up half way down the highway.
Nice picture, huh? Ew.
So, we are constantly telling her to take a break, drink slowly etc. Most of the time she sighs and says “ohhh-kay” and stops for 2 seconds and then finishes it off. (And I often make her wait to have her morning milk until AFTER we get back from dropping Mouse off at school and have a few hours before getting in the car again).
Today, however, when she started chugging her milk and we reminded her to slow down, she stopped immediately, walked over to the piano which is plainly visible to all of us from the kitchen, crawled under the bench, lay down on the floor and started chugging her milk.
I asked her “Are you hiding under the piano so you can chug your milk?” To which she replied “Yes. Yes, I is.” And that’s exactly what she did. When she was done, she climbed out from under the piano, walked over to me to give me the cup, with a little satisfied smirk on her face and went about her business.
I guess she’s just too little to lie.
Monday, October 19, 2009
Happiness Is...
100 years ago when I was 5 (ok, so maybe I’m exaggerating a little… I only FEEL 100 years old, but 35 is getting close), I had a school t-shirt that said “Happiness Is…” and then my elementary school name with a picture of Snoopy doing his happy dance on the front and my name on the back in fuzzy black letters.
It’s a safety nightmare these days, but back then, I loved that shirt. Looking back at my last few posts, it looks as though I’ve been really down in the dumps. Little sleep, sickness, being overwhelmed and not taking care of oneself will do that to a gal. However, the last few days, I feel like I’ve had a lot of good things happen and I’m also trying to LOOK for the good things. I’m feeling positive and well, happy. For some reason my old t-shirt popped into my head the other day and so, I’ve had “Happiness is…” on the brain.
Happiness is….
A household that is 85% well.
A new freezer purchased with garage sale earnings and rewards from our credit card.
Having excellent neighbours/friends who spontaneously invite us over for a delicious, homey dinner, and afterwards us Mom’s hang out and chat, the kids play wonderfully together, and the Dad’s play Wii.
A good nights’ sleep with everyone sleeping in until at least 8 am the morning after the above mentioned dinner.
A cool but sunny fall day spent at a local pumpkin patch with Mouse’s class.
Finishing a photo wall in my hallway and really liking the results.
Ignoring the enormous mess I made in our bedroom while organizing and assembling the above photo wall. (lalalala… I can’t see you…)
My new travel coffee mug that is not only pretty, but was on sale and CLOSES so I won’t dump precious, hot coffee all over the car, my purse, my pants, the ground, the school etc… any more.
Having coffee IN the travel mug.
Magic Tree House books. Mouse is in LOVE with these stories and begs me to read “just *ONE MORE CHAPTER* every night. I love reading them and love that she hangs on every word.
Catching up with a good friend today and actually having room in both our schedules to be able to hang out tomorrow.
Having 2 kids that are soooo excited about “Halloween day” because they can’t wait to be “Halloweeners” (or is that Halloweiners?). And they love that we’ve decorated to make our house all Halloweeny (or is that Halloweinie?… Regardless, it still cracks me up every time).
Being a part of a school that has family Pumpkin Carving Night.
New books from the library.
Fall break at the end of this week and 2 extra mornings where we don’t have to rush out of the house.
New seasons of my favourite tv shows.
Tivo so I don’t have to watch any more mindless tv than I already do.
The new heated mattress pad I scored on a super sale with coupons and bells and whistles at Kohl's - especially now that I'm freezing my butt off.
Getting up to excercise at 0’dark thirty this morning and being glad I did all day.
Edited to add: A friend's handy hubby who came to help us out with some minor electrical issues and only charged us the cost of watching his kids so he could take his wife out one night.
It’s a safety nightmare these days, but back then, I loved that shirt. Looking back at my last few posts, it looks as though I’ve been really down in the dumps. Little sleep, sickness, being overwhelmed and not taking care of oneself will do that to a gal. However, the last few days, I feel like I’ve had a lot of good things happen and I’m also trying to LOOK for the good things. I’m feeling positive and well, happy. For some reason my old t-shirt popped into my head the other day and so, I’ve had “Happiness is…” on the brain.
Happiness is….
A household that is 85% well.
A new freezer purchased with garage sale earnings and rewards from our credit card.
Having excellent neighbours/friends who spontaneously invite us over for a delicious, homey dinner, and afterwards us Mom’s hang out and chat, the kids play wonderfully together, and the Dad’s play Wii.
A good nights’ sleep with everyone sleeping in until at least 8 am the morning after the above mentioned dinner.
A cool but sunny fall day spent at a local pumpkin patch with Mouse’s class.
Finishing a photo wall in my hallway and really liking the results.
Ignoring the enormous mess I made in our bedroom while organizing and assembling the above photo wall. (lalalala… I can’t see you…)
My new travel coffee mug that is not only pretty, but was on sale and CLOSES so I won’t dump precious, hot coffee all over the car, my purse, my pants, the ground, the school etc… any more.
Having coffee IN the travel mug.
Magic Tree House books. Mouse is in LOVE with these stories and begs me to read “just *ONE MORE CHAPTER* every night. I love reading them and love that she hangs on every word.
Catching up with a good friend today and actually having room in both our schedules to be able to hang out tomorrow.
Having 2 kids that are soooo excited about “Halloween day” because they can’t wait to be “Halloweeners” (or is that Halloweiners?). And they love that we’ve decorated to make our house all Halloweeny (or is that Halloweinie?… Regardless, it still cracks me up every time).
Being a part of a school that has family Pumpkin Carving Night.
New books from the library.
Fall break at the end of this week and 2 extra mornings where we don’t have to rush out of the house.
New seasons of my favourite tv shows.
Tivo so I don’t have to watch any more mindless tv than I already do.
The new heated mattress pad I scored on a super sale with coupons and bells and whistles at Kohl's - especially now that I'm freezing my butt off.
Getting up to excercise at 0’dark thirty this morning and being glad I did all day.
Edited to add: A friend's handy hubby who came to help us out with some minor electrical issues and only charged us the cost of watching his kids so he could take his wife out one night.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Highs and Lows
It’s been an interesting week of highs and lows. Nothing too extreme, but it’s all I’ve got to post right now.
High:
I’m feeling almost 100%. Zicam (and its’ Target brand knock off) kicked butt with my cold last week and I only felt truly miserable for 2 days.
Low:
Despite my best cleaning efforts, my Mum went home sick (but again, Zicam kicked some butt) and my Dad ended up getting sick shortly after arriving home.
Semi-Low:
I went to get my hair cut at a new salon last week. The girl did a good job, but it wasn’t quite what I wanted.
Super High:
I went back over the weekend and she corrected it for me. Then straightened it. And I LOVED my hair. LOVED IT. It was *wow* kind of hair. It really was. Is. I looked like a different person, actually so different that Baboo cried and said she didn’t like it. And, when I asked about the flat iron she uses, she told me it was a $15 one from Walmart. Guess what I bought? HA! No kidding.
High:
We had a great visit with my Mum, Dad and Bro. I’m so glad they came. The kids did very well and we all had fun together and doing separate things. We celebrated Canadian Thanksgiving and an early birthday for my Mum with a turkey that turned out BEAUTIFULLY and a pumpkin cake that was delicious (and even better the next day, guys, seriously).
Low:The recycling truck decided to drive by at 6:50 yesterday morning instead of the usual 10 am, and now I have an enormous mountain of recycling in my garage for another 2 weeks until the next pickup.
Low:
Baboo ended up with fevers and a cold (not strep or flu, thankfully) and has kept me up for the last 3 nights.
High:
PBS and Nick Jr saved my hide yesterday when I had both kids home and everyone was exhausted and crabby.
High:
Baboo seems to be doing much better today.
Low:
Today I have a mountain of laundry, mostly 5 bed changes from Baboo’s bed after 2 nights of throwing up.
High:
I’m feeling almost 100%. Zicam (and its’ Target brand knock off) kicked butt with my cold last week and I only felt truly miserable for 2 days.
Low:
Despite my best cleaning efforts, my Mum went home sick (but again, Zicam kicked some butt) and my Dad ended up getting sick shortly after arriving home.
Semi-Low:
I went to get my hair cut at a new salon last week. The girl did a good job, but it wasn’t quite what I wanted.
Super High:
I went back over the weekend and she corrected it for me. Then straightened it. And I LOVED my hair. LOVED IT. It was *wow* kind of hair. It really was. Is. I looked like a different person, actually so different that Baboo cried and said she didn’t like it. And, when I asked about the flat iron she uses, she told me it was a $15 one from Walmart. Guess what I bought? HA! No kidding.
High:
We had a great visit with my Mum, Dad and Bro. I’m so glad they came. The kids did very well and we all had fun together and doing separate things. We celebrated Canadian Thanksgiving and an early birthday for my Mum with a turkey that turned out BEAUTIFULLY and a pumpkin cake that was delicious (and even better the next day, guys, seriously).
Low:The recycling truck decided to drive by at 6:50 yesterday morning instead of the usual 10 am, and now I have an enormous mountain of recycling in my garage for another 2 weeks until the next pickup.
Low:
Baboo ended up with fevers and a cold (not strep or flu, thankfully) and has kept me up for the last 3 nights.
High:
PBS and Nick Jr saved my hide yesterday when I had both kids home and everyone was exhausted and crabby.
High:
Baboo seems to be doing much better today.
Low:
Today I have a mountain of laundry, mostly 5 bed changes from Baboo’s bed after 2 nights of throwing up.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
This Functionality...
Is brought to you by the miracle of medical science.
I am sick. And not happy about it. To say that I’m in a b*tchy mood is kind of an understatement. Maybe it’s that I’ve got some PMS lurking in the background, cos you know, when you’re sick with 100 million other things going on and family coming to visit at the end of the week, there’s nothing like a good ole head cold with a side order of PMS. And did I mention that I bit my front top lip LAST WEEK and it still hurts like MAD? As in every time my teeth brush up against it or I drink or eat ANYTHING, I feel like needles are being shot into my lip? No? Well now you know.
My parents just read this and are reconsidering coming. Sorry. You can still come.
This cold has just been WAITING for me in the sidelines, waiting for my defenses to be down just enough to take me out at the knees.
And honestly, I’ve been fighting it off pretty well, until several nights of little sleep and exposure to, um, an entire population of sick people, just got to me. My immunity wall fell and the cold just tramped on in.
I thought it was just allergies and then I thought that maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. But then the other night I woke up around 3 am and thought my teeth were being pushed out from the inside, such was the sinus pressure. Sitting up, hurt. Lying down, hurt. I would have cried if it didn’t mean that I’d be producing more snot and more sinus pressure.
And then, the obvious smacked me in the side of the head. I could TAKE SOMETHING. Medicine. Yes, I COULD. I had forgotten.
How does someone forget this you ask? Well, you see, for almost 5 years I was nursing or pregnant. (Yes, I know, 2 kids, 3 years apart…. Do the math. I spent a LOT of time nursing, freak that I am). During that time, unless I was on antibiotics, which was rare, I took nothing more than Tylenol or Advil. Even during horrible colds, of which there were a few.
So, the other night when I realized I did not have to suffer through it, with a foggy giddiness I ran to the medicine cabinet to find the box of decongestant I bought Hubster just a few weeks ago. I popped one in, followed by a Tylenol chaser and waited for all of the mediciney goodness to kick in.
If you know me, you know that this is unusual for me. I am SO NOT a medicine person. If you don’t know me, right now, you think I’m some sort of junkie who has fallen off the wagon. I’m not, really.
I know that cold remedies do not make you heal faster. I know that. There is NEVER a good time to get sick. However, over the counter cold meds sure can help you feel a bit more human and when you’ve got 2 kids, school, meetings, etc and really not much of a chance to sit and chill for longer than 10 minutes until after 8 pm (if you’re lucky), well… sometimes you just gotta find some functionality in a box of decongestants. So thank you medical science.
I can’t say they’ve improved my mood much, but the fact that I am sitting here without falling over, is good enough for me right now. I can’t imagine the shape I’d be in right now, if I wasn’t able to get some kind of relief. I know I’ll get a chance to rest soon, and that will help me to truly heal. Though really, as of tonight, so FAR (knock on wood ) I’m feeling a bit better.
As for the kids… I’m sorry I’m in grouchy grizzly bear mode. Really, I am. However, if you’d like to HELP Mommy feel better… please stop WHINING. Constantly, and asking WHY. Constantly. This will vastly help Mommy be nicer.
And Mom and Dad (and Bro), we’re looking forward to seeing you tomorrow. We’re all set. And I promise that I won’t meet you at the door with a growl. And the whole house has been Clorox-d. And I’ve taken a shower in Purell.
P.S. I kind of left you hanging with the whole “Father” bomb. Sorry. Things got crazy busy and I haven’t been able to post. The current update is that he is doing better, apparently off the ventilator and talking. But that’s all I know. And as a further aside, I do not wish him any ill will – and certainly don’t wish him dead. I’m just a bit surprised, more than anything. It’s kind of a weird situation. More at another point, I’m sure.
I am sick. And not happy about it. To say that I’m in a b*tchy mood is kind of an understatement. Maybe it’s that I’ve got some PMS lurking in the background, cos you know, when you’re sick with 100 million other things going on and family coming to visit at the end of the week, there’s nothing like a good ole head cold with a side order of PMS. And did I mention that I bit my front top lip LAST WEEK and it still hurts like MAD? As in every time my teeth brush up against it or I drink or eat ANYTHING, I feel like needles are being shot into my lip? No? Well now you know.
My parents just read this and are reconsidering coming. Sorry. You can still come.
This cold has just been WAITING for me in the sidelines, waiting for my defenses to be down just enough to take me out at the knees.
And honestly, I’ve been fighting it off pretty well, until several nights of little sleep and exposure to, um, an entire population of sick people, just got to me. My immunity wall fell and the cold just tramped on in.
I thought it was just allergies and then I thought that maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. But then the other night I woke up around 3 am and thought my teeth were being pushed out from the inside, such was the sinus pressure. Sitting up, hurt. Lying down, hurt. I would have cried if it didn’t mean that I’d be producing more snot and more sinus pressure.
And then, the obvious smacked me in the side of the head. I could TAKE SOMETHING. Medicine. Yes, I COULD. I had forgotten.
How does someone forget this you ask? Well, you see, for almost 5 years I was nursing or pregnant. (Yes, I know, 2 kids, 3 years apart…. Do the math. I spent a LOT of time nursing, freak that I am). During that time, unless I was on antibiotics, which was rare, I took nothing more than Tylenol or Advil. Even during horrible colds, of which there were a few.
So, the other night when I realized I did not have to suffer through it, with a foggy giddiness I ran to the medicine cabinet to find the box of decongestant I bought Hubster just a few weeks ago. I popped one in, followed by a Tylenol chaser and waited for all of the mediciney goodness to kick in.
If you know me, you know that this is unusual for me. I am SO NOT a medicine person. If you don’t know me, right now, you think I’m some sort of junkie who has fallen off the wagon. I’m not, really.
I know that cold remedies do not make you heal faster. I know that. There is NEVER a good time to get sick. However, over the counter cold meds sure can help you feel a bit more human and when you’ve got 2 kids, school, meetings, etc and really not much of a chance to sit and chill for longer than 10 minutes until after 8 pm (if you’re lucky), well… sometimes you just gotta find some functionality in a box of decongestants. So thank you medical science.
I can’t say they’ve improved my mood much, but the fact that I am sitting here without falling over, is good enough for me right now. I can’t imagine the shape I’d be in right now, if I wasn’t able to get some kind of relief. I know I’ll get a chance to rest soon, and that will help me to truly heal. Though really, as of tonight, so FAR (knock on wood ) I’m feeling a bit better.
As for the kids… I’m sorry I’m in grouchy grizzly bear mode. Really, I am. However, if you’d like to HELP Mommy feel better… please stop WHINING. Constantly, and asking WHY. Constantly. This will vastly help Mommy be nicer.
And Mom and Dad (and Bro), we’re looking forward to seeing you tomorrow. We’re all set. And I promise that I won’t meet you at the door with a growl. And the whole house has been Clorox-d. And I’ve taken a shower in Purell.
P.S. I kind of left you hanging with the whole “Father” bomb. Sorry. Things got crazy busy and I haven’t been able to post. The current update is that he is doing better, apparently off the ventilator and talking. But that’s all I know. And as a further aside, I do not wish him any ill will – and certainly don’t wish him dead. I’m just a bit surprised, more than anything. It’s kind of a weird situation. More at another point, I’m sure.
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