priorities

you know just because I was off pretty much all week doesn't give anyone around here the right to expect me to work this week. i worked like a whole 4 hours last week.....ok, I guess the "work" term is debatable, but I was here, available. Anyways, so yeah, back to earning my keep AGAIN & no time for posting my rantings, priorities people, priorities….it's wednesday & I didn't make a single post last week!

i think i'm a rather resourceful person, i can usually find something to do, keep myself busy. i mean if you gave me a box of rocks i would organize them 12 different ways; i'm an only child, i have a master's degree in how to keep yourself entertained & i've had many years in training on how to look busy in lieu of taking on additional responsibilities in the workplace.

so when i accepted this position & my soon-to-be boss asked "do you think you will find this position challenging enough for you?" well, let's see here, my unemployment runs out next week…so, yes, i'm sure i can handle it.

in the past beyond the usual work scope i've always been able to find something to destroy so i could rebuild it & make it better somehow, but here i'm unable to do that. i've organized the supply closet, taken everything out of the filing cabinets & created a filing system, re-arranged the equipment in the bathroom (yup, that's our equipment room!), taken a few online courses & spent countless hours on the internet. i suppose if i were a better person i could have used half of that internet time getting a 2nd or maybe even 3rd degree.

thanks to "the D"

if you're grossed out by bodily functions – go away, don't read! you've been warned!

friday nite/early sat am i woke throughout the night to an orchestra in my intestines. & when i say orchestra, i'm not talking Mozart, I'm talking dr. suess's whos its & whats its bringing down the house…& bring down the house they did!

B & i woke with the absolute worst case of diarrhea known to man. if this had happened to Z, i would have had him at the hospital within an hour or 2 of it starting it was so bad. thankfully the child was spared but B & i had it in spades.

if i had any clue the day before i would have gone to the grocery store because we were low on food, but we had no warning of the impending debilitating disease. B & i weren't eating much, but we needed something & the child had recovered from his illness so he was eating everything you put in front of him.

i managed to shower, but didn't have the strength (& honestly, was afraid to venture so far from a toilet) to make it to the store, so we finally decided we had to make a call for help. so B called in a huge favor to "the D", that was an embarrassing call "yeah, the adults have the shits, the child can't drive & he's starving, could you bring us a loaf of bread? Just drive by & fling it at the door like a newspaper, don't stop"

Thanks to "the D" for saving our lives!

sd trip

i woke up with a cold but took some nyquil (is it just me or does green nyquil = jagermeister?, really why did we have all those jagermeister shots at Moose's cuz the stuff really sucks). when i woke the 2nd time i felt better & decided the trip to mom's was on. B had to go for work no matter what, but i didn't think i would be able to take care of Z by myself, so we tagged along carrying all our cooties with us.

i don't know if it's because i was sick or because i've been away from my mom for awhile, but DANG girlfriend is a drama QUEEN & i was having issues dealing with it. she was in a panicked state because she said the area around Z's nose was blue so she was concerned he wasn't getting enough oxygen. Serious, she wasn't joking. Uh, hello, mom, maybe it has to do with the fact that your lighting is so poor that it's actually shadows on his face, not a blue hue signifying poor oxygen levels.

on thurs B & mom both had to work, so Z & i stayed in bed & slept. we all met for lunch late in the afternoon, but Z & I still had small appetites & it was far from a birthday celebration. the rain was nice though. that night we were supposed to go out for a birthday dinner for my mom, but we were all low on energy so my mom decided to stay home to watch Z while B & i went & picked up some pho (pronounced "fuh" (haha, insert naughty joke if you wish) it's vietnamese soup that's YUMMY).

when we returned my mom was having another panic attack because Z was coughing & she was worried he was going to throw up. he used to do that but I think he's finally grown out of it & i guess, i'm used to it & can tell when it's the vomit-cough, so to me her anxiety was unnecessary. maybe i just didn't have the energy to deal with it, i don't know, so i sat with Z & rubbed on his back so he relaxed & his coughing subsided some & we all watch his dinosaur movie, which made him happy.

On friday morning B woke up with the bug, so instead of heading to Vegas we headed home. the drive was nice, there was snow all the way up to the road in places. Z wanted to stop & play but we didn't feel well enough. We were happy to be home. B didn't even feel well enough to play his game – now that's sick!

i didn't even get to go to target - wah!

sick Z

MLK weekend was supposed to be a MUCH needed get away weekend. We had many options, go to sd, go to vegas, go to the snow, if nothing else at least go to town, but none of that happened. On sun am Z woke up with a "not sure which end it's gonna come out of" bug.

First he sat on the toilet in our bathroom, then for some reason he decided he wanted to go to his bathroom & you know they say the important thing to learn as a parent is to choose your battles right (who knew there would be THIS many battles), so i made no attempts to argue & let him go. I ran ahead to his bathroom to get the toilet seat prepped, then I see him waddling his way over.

Although this was his decision, his want, his choice, he came stumbling over with his pants around his ankles. Don't ya think if you were in that situation, not sure what was going to happen, you would either pull the pants up or fling them off to make the dash to the next receptacle as quick as possible???

It ended up being both ends & he was sick all week but because i can be incredibly selfish at times, we still went my mom's on wed. I know I'm a bad mother, he was too sick to go to school (well not really, I just didn't want him to have an accident & then be known for the rest of his life as the kid who shits in his pants, so really it was for his best interest) & I woke up sick on wed, but really we NEEDED to get away.

excited about

So we haven't been out of town since the trip to Chicago for thanksgiving. (Yeah, I know I didn't make posts about that, nor of Christmas. I will at some point I'm waiting for the memory of Z's behavior to wane & only remember the good parts. It will be posted at some point in the future, for now it sits in my head fermenting.)

Anyways, yes, I'm going insane in mayberry. I do feel the walls closing in & it's difficult to breathe. It's been over 8 weeks of grocery store, walmart & a few trips to mervyns as my only outings. I've got ants in my pants – remember that from sparks?

To postpone the anxiety attack, I bought a steamer the other day at walmart. One you use to steam your clothes instead of using an iron. I never really had the desire for one, but when you're bored, you're bored. The normal chaos of life impeding me from using that thing right away though, so there it sat, probably 2 weeks. I remember telling my mom about how excited I was about using it & I would just look over at the unopened box. I can still hear my mom say "oh…" with such disappointment you would have thought I told her I was hooked on drugs. Yeah, it has come that far that I am THAT excited about a steamer.

I finally got the chance this weekend to use it – eh, is my rating for it. The garment doesn't have a crisp finish of an iron however it does remove the "i've slept in this" look – more than acceptable for my workplace.

just a little hyper

i was impressed with how much Z's school taught him about MLK - he made a little mobile with a cloud & birds, etc, they also colored a book explaining peace & being kind to one another.

one day when i picked him up from his afternoon school they warned me that he may be a little hyper (really, my kid?) because they had ice cream & cookies, then their food project for the day was making popcorn balls.

ya know, i don't know what these darn people were thinking, at best the child is already beyond my capabilities, then they go & fill him with sugar & hand him off to me – is there a hidden camera somewhere to record my reaction? so when we get home he's running at full capacity around the house, really they are little sketcher (yes sketcher, not sneakers or tennis shoes, he will argue with you if you call them that!) prints on the walls where he did his "I have a dream! I have a dream!" march, it was hilarious.

yeah, this says it all

http://marriageresourcecenter.org/videogallery/4/med/VideoWidget8.htm

kisses

Z's already quite the player. His 1st love was Elise but she didn't want nothing to do with him. Then he found Madeline & that was love. he & M would wait for each other to play at the pre-school playground, the teachers would even tell me how cute they thought their friendship was. eventually the pre-school couple had to break it off though because M's dad didn't like her having a boyfriend at such a young age...

and in case you're wondering – yeah, he kissed her…

i've tried explaining to him about maybe he needs to wait a little while before he kisses a girl, like until he's 12 or so…but one day when I went to his class a swarm of little girls came up to me & told me to tell him to stop kissing them…nice…

we talk again & I tell him not be kissing the girls, that the girls don't want his kisses & his teacher is helping out & telling him that he's spreading germs by going around & kissing EVERYONE

now our evening conversation goes:
how was your day?
were you a good boy?
did you kiss anyone?

thankfully we've reached a lull in the kissing stage but he told me the girls are now chasing him because they want kisses…