This is how my thoughts go these days:
Urf. Something smells awful. La la la. La la la. OMG WE’RE GOING TO HAVE A BABY! … La la la, la la la. La la. HOLY CRAP WHAT DID WE GET OURSELVES INTO? … La la la. Oh hey, Twizzler! <repeat>
Ah, childhood
Yeah, I’m not getting a lot done these days. Owen has developed an allergy to penicillin (chip off the old block!) which was alarming, but the reaction he had to the second, replacement antibiotic is what really got my blood moving this morning, his face as bumpy and red and round as a raspberry without any hairs. His ears were both huge and red and his entire body is mottled and he just hurts to look at.
On the plus side, the local pediatrician’s office has a pretty good record of both answering their phones AND returning calls. (Not that I have anything against secretaries. It’s just a nice change of pace to discuss my kid’s health issues with an actual medical professional.)
So we got him in for an appointment again. The doctor took one half of a glance and was basically all “YA, he’s a bit polluted, eh?” And out comes the prescription pad and a sympathetic pat on the head.
The sad ending of this story is that Owen’s got to finish his antibiotic course with a medicine that smells (and presumably tastes) like rotting deer entrails dipped in motor oil. I tell you what, I’m never allowing him to get another infection again. Time to bring out the Bubble.
… That the morning after I pledge to post an entry for every day of the month, my laptop stops recognizing its little friend, Mister Power Cord.
OF COURSE. THANK YOU FOR PLAYING.
Super! So here’s what I see happening:
I expect this timeline to span about three weeks. Meanwhile, i’ll be plodding away at the kids’ eMac in the dining room, sitting on the kiddie chair with my knees around my ears, trying to see the screen through the smudges of spit and god knows what else they’ve coated it with.
But by gum, I’ll be posting.
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It appears that I have forgotten how to write. This always happens. I can still string letters into words and words into … well, let’s call them fragments. But the telling of a story, or the capturing of the essence of a moment*, it go bye-bye.
*Like that sentence right there? Technically I think it counts as English. But I just gave myself and F-minus and rap upside the head for it.
Soooo … I think we are all getting the point here. A lot of copy for not a lot of payoff. A lot of Supa running her mouth about power cords and not a whole lot of “Mackie refuses to wear pants and his little naked butt is so cute.”
Better luck tomorrow!
I decided that, since I feel so writey these days (but seeing as nothing ends up actually written down), I’m going to do Nablopomo for February: a post a day for the month.
I can’t promise anything more riveting than TODAY I ATE SOME FROSTED FLAKES AND THEY WAS GOOD. But I will at least start making my fingers poke the typing keys. Usually I compose 3/4 of a fair-to-middling post in my head during that 4 a.m. witching hour when somebody has just wet the bed, but I never quite get around to writing it down.
So OK! One down, twenty-eight or -nine to go. (Srsly, get me a calendar.)