post-thanksgiving update:
We didn’t leave for Dad’s until Thursday morning due to a massive storm that swept through the eastern seaboard Wednesday. “Heavy, cold rain,” said Dad on the phone. “Sideways. Don’t drive out here in the dark; I’ll worry all night.”
Sigh. Change of plans. And you know how much I love changing plans at the last minute. Just gives me a nice warm feeling in my belly. Or heartburn.
Right around this time the demon that has taken up residence in my daughter began to make her presence known. Utterly unhelpful, blowing us off completely. Often not even acknowledging what we say. It got worse – much worse – later.
Uneventful drive.
Yummy dinner, as usual. Judy is a fantastic cook. I can’t believe how much freaking pie I ate. The cranberry-walnut relish I like happens to pair wonderfully with bagels and cream cheese, by the way.
I have a brand-new little brother. His name is Bailey. He’s a beagle puppy. Get it? Beagle Bailey? Yeah, ok, moving on. I’m in love; he’s adorable. But it was like having two warring siblings in the house. He simply would not leave Duckie alone. She finally warmed up to him and got lots of sloppy puppy kisses that made her giggle hysterically. Seemed to calm the demon temporarily.
Roller skating and a local park to wear out the demon Friday afternoon. Quite effective. Met a lady there with her two kids, 4 and 5, to whom I confided my suspicion of Duckie’s recent demonic possession. About her son, she said, “Yeah, you know, two was hard, I know they say terrible two’s and all that, but three was brutal. I actually thought something was physically wrong – I was about to take him to the doctor.”
This is another secret no-one tells parents lest the propagation of the human race should come to a screeching halt. First, no-one mentions that the terrible two’s can start way earlier than 24 months, and then you’re left in the dark about this three-year-old shit. OK, yeah, I know, she’s just gotten out of diapers, she’s a big girl, and anyway it’s developmental. Whatever. At any rate, that woman was an agent of the divine, whether she knew it or not. Thank God, I thought. It’s not just Duck.
Brian and I braved the local box store to fetch Duckie’s Christmas present, a cute 12-inch bicycle with training wheels. It had damned well better be a nice day come December 25th. I just had to get it off the list, and it was a perfect time to do it – what with grandparents available and all. We also stole a couple of grown-up hours together at the bar around the corner from Dad’s house.
Family reunion Saturday. Worth the trip – I got to see my cousin V. for the first time in three years. I was embarrassingly happy to see her. Ate too much. Damned homemade banana pudding.
Long morning practices Thursday, Friday, Saturday. Sunday, an hour in the afternoon.
I tested a new shortbread recipe yesterday. (My yield was considerably higher than the stated 20 cookies because I rolled it thinner. Or, it should have been, before the sampling started.) Outrageous. Twice the quality of the recipe I used last year. This one calls for confectioner’s sugar instead of granulated. And more butter than I care to confess. Which explains the flavor and melt-in-your-mouth texture. Shameless. I don't even think I want to add chocolate. (In case you were wondering, yes, that is the earth trembling.)
I went to pick up Brian from Sunday Social Hour and the rest of the evening went quickly to shit. Her demon came out, mine emerged and joyfully engaged in battle, and the peaceful Buddhist chick in me (heretofore known as PBC) kinda sat back and said, “What the fuck?”
I ended the evening neck-deep in the bag of contraband Keebler's that Judy sent home with us. Counted my Lexapro and thought it might be a good idea to double the dose for a night.
I had set the alarm for around one to take Duck to the john. She jumped the gun and woke me up wet at midnight. Change sheets, start laundry, turn off morning yoga alarm, back to bed.
This morning was better only in terms of my ability to handle the demon when it came out.
She screamed all the way into school. I thought she was going to make herself sick. I’m waiting another twenty minutes for lunchtime, then I'm calling in the cavalry (i.e., my wise and trusted friend B, who also happens to be a child and family counseler.)
I couldn’t wait to get back to work.
Should be sunny and warm this afternoon. I’m well overdue for a date with the lake. Forgot my sports bra. I don’t care. Running anyway.
Tonight I’m hoping to dough a double-batch of roll cookies. Getting there, slowly but surely. I might at some point share the master baking plan here – but I’m afraid if I do, I’ll be hospitalized.
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Monday, November 27, 2006
Monday, November 20, 2006
i can't even think of a title today.
Truly, it sucks to start off the week this freaking tired. I’m wigged out from a huge cup of coffee this morning but not-quite-here at the same time.
But truly, it’s a blessing to not buy night-time diapers anymore!!!!!
It’s worth it. Even though I have to get up every couple of hours to wake Duckie up and plop her on the john, she’s only had one accident over the last three or four nights. Said accident was last night.
I had finally quieted my brain down enough to fall into a light sleep at 10 or so, when Brian came to bed. I got up at 11 to pay a visit to the bathroom myself, but just couldn’t manage to check on her, for fear of being pulled into the bed myself. I don’t know what I was thinking. I went in at two and patted her, thinking, well, maybe she’s just sweaty.
Er… no. Wake her up, strip her down, plop her on the potty. Now she’s furious, disappointed, kinda scared, and really cold to boot. Poor thing. All I could do for a minute or so was wrap her in a fluffy towel and rub her down to get her warm. It’s a good thing she trusts me.
Stripped the bed, put the clean set of sheets on (waiting in the wings on top of the dresser.) Started the wash with the peed-upon sheets. At two in the morning, immensely grateful for washer and dryer.
“Mommy, I’m scared!” from the other end of the house.
“I’ll be there in just a second, sweetie.” Amazingly calm for being half asleep – then again, maybe that’s why I was amazingly calm – that and the double-dose of Lexapro (ovulation again – wasn’t that like a week ago?)
Up again at 4 to turn off the alarm. Early morning practice was not an option. An hour this afternoon will have to suffice.
So you know I really think getting up every two hours is preferable to this morning’s drama. And hell, I’m used to broken sleep at this point. In between pregnancy and early motherhood, it’s been like that for almost four years now.
Here’s the promised picture from Halloween. Lousy quality, but that’s what you get for those damnable disposable cameras. Funny, she looks more like a spacegirl than a mermaid.
School pictures for sale today.
*****
Made an effort to get to class Saturday morning (new teacher.) Wasn’t in the stars. I was so upset just by the effort that I would have been a wreck anyway. So I vacuumed the bedroom and practiced there for about two hours. It really is true – all you need is a few square feet of space and a mat.
It wasn’t a bad practice at all. It didn’t even occur to me to start the lunge sequence with my back knee to the floor, which surprised me. And because I didn’t have a lot of room, I had to keep my arms closer during the one-step balancing, which resulting in an actual balance, instead of a wobbly prelude to falling down. Kinda nice.
I’m still having neck stiffness. I noticed it especially during the jump-back from forward bend to plank. The jump was smooth but there was evidently some tension. I decided that trying to look up during the cobras and other backbend type thingies was really overrated and I’d do better to not blow out my neck. Worked like a charm. Imagine that.
Afterwards it occurred to me that since I didn’t go to class, I had $14 at my disposal. So I get a present today – a new class download from the Kest store. It’ll be nice to take with me to the grandparents’ house this weekend.
It’s cold here, finally. A little snow flurry this morning. I dread the lake. It won’t happen this week anyway – too much going on in the evening and I’d rather be vinyasa-ing. (New bumper stickers? I’d rather be flowing… we still flow…)
Must start packing tonight. Tomorrow a ladies’ night with three friends I haven’t seen in the same room together for years. I won’t be able to stay terribly late. Starting off the week this bleary-eyed is not conducive to good conversation after ten o’clock. I mean, there’s always coffee, but still.
But truly, it’s a blessing to not buy night-time diapers anymore!!!!!
It’s worth it. Even though I have to get up every couple of hours to wake Duckie up and plop her on the john, she’s only had one accident over the last three or four nights. Said accident was last night.
I had finally quieted my brain down enough to fall into a light sleep at 10 or so, when Brian came to bed. I got up at 11 to pay a visit to the bathroom myself, but just couldn’t manage to check on her, for fear of being pulled into the bed myself. I don’t know what I was thinking. I went in at two and patted her, thinking, well, maybe she’s just sweaty.
Er… no. Wake her up, strip her down, plop her on the potty. Now she’s furious, disappointed, kinda scared, and really cold to boot. Poor thing. All I could do for a minute or so was wrap her in a fluffy towel and rub her down to get her warm. It’s a good thing she trusts me.
Stripped the bed, put the clean set of sheets on (waiting in the wings on top of the dresser.) Started the wash with the peed-upon sheets. At two in the morning, immensely grateful for washer and dryer.
“Mommy, I’m scared!” from the other end of the house.
“I’ll be there in just a second, sweetie.” Amazingly calm for being half asleep – then again, maybe that’s why I was amazingly calm – that and the double-dose of Lexapro (ovulation again – wasn’t that like a week ago?)
Up again at 4 to turn off the alarm. Early morning practice was not an option. An hour this afternoon will have to suffice.
So you know I really think getting up every two hours is preferable to this morning’s drama. And hell, I’m used to broken sleep at this point. In between pregnancy and early motherhood, it’s been like that for almost four years now.
Here’s the promised picture from Halloween. Lousy quality, but that’s what you get for those damnable disposable cameras. Funny, she looks more like a spacegirl than a mermaid.
School pictures for sale today.
*****Made an effort to get to class Saturday morning (new teacher.) Wasn’t in the stars. I was so upset just by the effort that I would have been a wreck anyway. So I vacuumed the bedroom and practiced there for about two hours. It really is true – all you need is a few square feet of space and a mat.
It wasn’t a bad practice at all. It didn’t even occur to me to start the lunge sequence with my back knee to the floor, which surprised me. And because I didn’t have a lot of room, I had to keep my arms closer during the one-step balancing, which resulting in an actual balance, instead of a wobbly prelude to falling down. Kinda nice.
I’m still having neck stiffness. I noticed it especially during the jump-back from forward bend to plank. The jump was smooth but there was evidently some tension. I decided that trying to look up during the cobras and other backbend type thingies was really overrated and I’d do better to not blow out my neck. Worked like a charm. Imagine that.
Afterwards it occurred to me that since I didn’t go to class, I had $14 at my disposal. So I get a present today – a new class download from the Kest store. It’ll be nice to take with me to the grandparents’ house this weekend.
It’s cold here, finally. A little snow flurry this morning. I dread the lake. It won’t happen this week anyway – too much going on in the evening and I’d rather be vinyasa-ing. (New bumper stickers? I’d rather be flowing… we still flow…)
Must start packing tonight. Tomorrow a ladies’ night with three friends I haven’t seen in the same room together for years. I won’t be able to stay terribly late. Starting off the week this bleary-eyed is not conducive to good conversation after ten o’clock. I mean, there’s always coffee, but still.
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Out Of My Space, Please
****
More construction in the lab today. Sometimes loud, sometimes not so much. The ubiquitous ladders are making me jumpy.
Changed my mind on the couverture. Will use it for the shortbread and be done with it. I’ll change up the sugar cookies, though. JOC has a 14-in-1 recipe that ought to give me some ideas. I’d love to use some kind of citrus, maybe an orange brown sugar spice kinda cutout? At least it would be something different.
Yoga didn’t happen yesterday. I would have snapped something in my neck. Heat generously applied helps a lot, though, as does just letting it rest and putting the right kind of support under my neck when I sleep.
Duckie fell out of the bed again early early this morning. They’re gonna call DSS at the day care. And I hate to tell them “She ran into a door.” It’s such an awful cliché – except in this case it also happens to be true. I was taking her back to her own bed and she walked slam into the bathroom door – bonking the same place she’d just hit on the dresser. She was giggling by the time I got her back into bed, though. Scared the crap out of her daddy.
It’s time to really work the transition back to her own bed - which means I have to wake up enough to put her back in her bed when she sneaks into ours.
And I’m not buying any more frigging nighttime diapers. Enough of that. I’d rather do the laundry.
I’m committing to a relatively short practice this afternoon. Looking forward to getting the back and shoulder muscles loose and warm. Yummy.
In happier news, I’ve just started a promising book – Queen of Fashion: What Marie Antoinette Wore To The Revolution, by Caroline Weber. I had attempted a few pages of the Fraser biography about a year ago and was sadly unable to keep my eyes open without the aid of toothpicks. This one seems to give a perspective on history that I can appreciate. I do so like pretty things, even if I can’t wear them myself ;)
*****
More construction in the lab today. Sometimes loud, sometimes not so much. The ubiquitous ladders are making me jumpy.
Changed my mind on the couverture. Will use it for the shortbread and be done with it. I’ll change up the sugar cookies, though. JOC has a 14-in-1 recipe that ought to give me some ideas. I’d love to use some kind of citrus, maybe an orange brown sugar spice kinda cutout? At least it would be something different.
Yoga didn’t happen yesterday. I would have snapped something in my neck. Heat generously applied helps a lot, though, as does just letting it rest and putting the right kind of support under my neck when I sleep.
Duckie fell out of the bed again early early this morning. They’re gonna call DSS at the day care. And I hate to tell them “She ran into a door.” It’s such an awful cliché – except in this case it also happens to be true. I was taking her back to her own bed and she walked slam into the bathroom door – bonking the same place she’d just hit on the dresser. She was giggling by the time I got her back into bed, though. Scared the crap out of her daddy.
It’s time to really work the transition back to her own bed - which means I have to wake up enough to put her back in her bed when she sneaks into ours.
And I’m not buying any more frigging nighttime diapers. Enough of that. I’d rather do the laundry.
I’m committing to a relatively short practice this afternoon. Looking forward to getting the back and shoulder muscles loose and warm. Yummy.
In happier news, I’ve just started a promising book – Queen of Fashion: What Marie Antoinette Wore To The Revolution, by Caroline Weber. I had attempted a few pages of the Fraser biography about a year ago and was sadly unable to keep my eyes open without the aid of toothpicks. This one seems to give a perspective on history that I can appreciate. I do so like pretty things, even if I can’t wear them myself ;)
*****
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