Monthly Archives: May 2006

"Don’t wipe your nose on the curtains."

Just another one of the many things I really never thought I’d hear myself say, before I had kids.

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In which, once again, I attempt to psychoanalyze a cartoon

What is with my WeatherPixie? Maybe all that purple hair dye has killed too many brain cells? Is she a compulsive liar? Because she’s at it again. T-shirt weather, my Aunt Fanny. It’s too too yucky out – oop, there’s the sun! Oh no, wait, now it’s gone. Oh there it – no, it’s gone again. So I’m blaming the weather for the Sniglet’s cold, which is forcing us to postpone his surgery for a whole month. Apparently you cannot be anaesthetised with slime in your lungs, at least not for elective surgery, which this technically is, unless we wait for it to become an emergency, which no thank you. As you may remember if you were reading this blog when my mom was first diagnosed with lung cancer, incipient medical situations create a persistent “EEEEEeeeeeeeeee…” in my head, which I now get to hold onto for another month, yay.

I took a shortcut on the lesson plan for tomorrow night’s ESL class, a hugely risky move considering that my last class bombed so badly. But the house is a mess, because I’d set aside Sunday for housework but instead I spent it alternately sleeping and bolting for the bathroom (me and my whims) (yes, I feel much better, thank you), I haven’t even looked at my homework, DrBob needs me to proofread the introduction for his book, I have to start that chicken soup now-now, before the chicken turns green, and I’m feeling the teensiest bit overwhelmed.

So of course, I’m blogging. After all, why do today what you can postpone until it becomes a crisis?

Song du jour del día des tages: Santana’s Black Magic Woman. Wishful thinking, much?


bleaarrrgh

Ignatz’s stomach bug decided to visit me. That was sunday.

Though not yet fully recovered, I dragged myself to Munich to make up the work day I missed last friday because Ignatz was sick. That was today.

So in case you were worried that all this Not Posting meant I was off somewhere fabulous having fun without you (like ~d and Kelly are)? Um, not so much.

Song du jour of the day: Süperstar by Sibel Tüzün. Yep, still on my Eurovision kick. It’ll do until I can get some new music.


more quizzage

from the Goober Queen

Your Quirk Factor: 72%

You’re so quirky, it’s hard for you to tell the difference between quirky and normal.
No doubt about it, there’s little about you that’s “normal” or “average.”

We saw the second half of a soccer game in DrBob’s hometown (about 15 minutes away from here) today. We only ever see the second half of games: we never feel like we can spare a whole 90 minutes plus halftime. It was pretty fun, our guys won 5:0, but neither of my sons were at all interested. I am baffled by this. I would be such a good sportsmom, and I have non-sporty kids. That is just so unfair.

Oh, and Ignatz is better. He was weak and tired all day friday but has now recovered fully and is visiting his grandparents.

Song (virus) du jour of the day: Chainsaw Buffet, by Lordi. Yes, I really did buy the CD.


Be careful what you wish for…

I suppose that complaining that I hadn’t had enough time to get everything done might have been interpreted as a wish for more time – in any case, I seem to have gotten it, though not in a good way. Last night (or this morning) around 2 a.m., Ignatz hurtled into the bathroom and barfed in the sink. He threw up again at 3. And again at 6. By 7 we were both exhausted and underslept, so I staggered out of bed to get the Sniglet to kindergarten and then collapsed again. So, um, yay, I didn’t have to go to work. Except now I have to go in on Monday. And I got exactly one thing crossed off my list.

All Ignatz did today was lie on the couch, but even so, it was an anxious day for me. He’s never sick. Okay, slight exaggeration. How’s this: this is the fourth time he’s been sick in eight years. So I’ve never really gotten used to dealing with it. The Sniglet’s a bit closer to normal, which was quite an adjustment for us in the first weeks after his birth. There were several phone calls to the hospital that went something like “He sneezed! Twice! Should we take him to the emergency room?”

Anyway. Let’s see if I can get one more thing accomplished before my head falls off from yawning.

Song du jour of the day: Is Anybody There?, by John Hiatt. Apropos of nothing, just because I like it.


Is it already Thursday night?

Gack! Where did this week go? My to-do list looks just like it did on Monday. There is one tiny victory to report: my house is marginally cleaner than it has been other weeks, but only marginally. There are still dust-bison in the corners, and nothing else got done. Wow, I didn’t used to think housework was a full-time thing, but of course, all that means is that I’ve never done it full-time.

Was it Phyllis Diller? Erma Bombeck? Peg Bracken? Some really smart woman or other. Said: “Cleaning the house while your kids are still growing is like shoveling the walk before it stops snowing.” She was so right. Devoting your attention to housework is basically just a way to stay busy and have nothing to show for it.

Drat.

Song du jour of the day: INXS, Devil Inside. Another one from my fabulous mixmania CD.


crowded days

So yesterday we drove to the children’s hospital in Landshut to schedule the Sniglet’s hernia surgery and talk to the surgeon and the anaesthesiologist. Then we took him to McDonald’s because he’d been so patient (he ordered a salad instead of fries with his Happy Meal – alien child), which left us with half an hour to shop for pants for him. I hate shopping so much that I just blitz it once per year per son – dash into the store, grab everything I can find in his size, make him try it all on, whip out the credit card and zoom out the door. Yes, I did get it done in half an hour. Even DrBob was impressed.

And today I spent the whole morning at the Sniglet’s kindergarten, observing, and then met with his teacher and his ergotherapist. After that he had a playdate, and I stayed for the whole thing since he was cranky, while DrBob met with four of Ignatz’s teachers for progress reports. Then I had ten minutes to decompress before I had to dash up to Ignatz’s school (with the Sniglet in tow) to talk to a fifth teacher, because DrBob had to leave for Munich.

Oh. That must be why I’m so tired. I’d been wondering

In other news, I got my Mixmania CD today! Yay! I haven’t had time to listen to the whole thing yet (see above), but so far I’m happy. There are a few things I don’t know yet, but the things I do know? Total memory lane cruise. Very fun.

So the Evil Song du Jour of the Day is: Witchy Woman, by the Eagles. Hoo hoo!