Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Post-Sick Day

There has been a bug floating around. The thing about bugs is that it makes kids sick, which makes them contagious, which prevents them from going to daycares.

I had the last two days off.

Went back to work today to welcome back four previously-sick little kiddos. The nice thing about sickness (for Lichen and I, anyway) is that it drastically reduces energy levels. Today was the quietest full-attendence day I think we've ever had. Instead of pulling out every available toy, they sat quietly in a row on the couch and watched Strawberry Shortcake. Instead of getting in fights over who had what when, they all wanted to cuddle! ALL of them. Apparently that's something I can add to my resume: I can hold four kids at once. While bottle feeding one of them.

Then, on top of all the peace and quiet, they ate lunch with no fuss (they even complimented my cooking!), and then took two hour naps, during which time, Lichen, beef cake that she is, installed a new diaper changing station, similar to the ones found in gas station bathroom stalls, only not as germy. Holy buckets...who could ask for more?

There is, however, one downside to kids being sick.

It's contagious.

I'm gonna go to sleep now.

Friday, January 25, 2013

Quite the party animal

It's seven o'clock on a Friday night, and I'm sitting on my computer trying desperately to keep my eyes open for another half hour so that I can say I went to bed "a little before 8" and not sound quite so loserish as I would if I went to bed right now.

Doesn't change the fact that I really WANT to go to bed right now.

Basically, I'm having energy shot withdrawls. And there's something about knowing you can stay up late 'cause it's Friday and you don't have to work tomorrow that makes you crash at four o'clock in the afternoon. That's pretty much what happened today. Except the four o'clock was actually about eight o'clock this morning. I guess you could say I just never woke up.

So, having watched three episodes of Grey's Anatomy (with Tanner...I've totally got him hooked on a soap! Only, don't tell him it's a soap. Then I wouldn't have anyone to watch it with), done lots of sewing on my next puff quilt (I finished the day care one! Kind of  excited. Pictures to come. Maybe.), and having Pinterested just a tad, my eyes are about to fall out of my head. Blogging is a last resort, which is why you've just read three paragraphs about me being tired.

Don't normal people my age have fun on Friday nights? There's gotta be something screwed up in my head. I don't remember the last time I stayed up (on purpose) past eleven o'clock!

Now it's 7:15.

Forget this. I'm going to bed and no one can stop me.

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Oopsa daisy

It has been brought to my attention (by my own conscience, that traitor) that I haven't posted in quite a while. Twenty days to be exact. And my reasoning for it is thus:

Nothing has happened.

Nothing of import, at any rate. But, in the interest of keeping my readers supplied with reading material, I'm about to douse you in a deluge of frivolous details that will numb your brain, much like War and Peace or Grapes of Wrath or Epitaph for a Peach (which most of you have probably never heard of...a blessing you should consider being thankful for).

So. To start out,

-I've filled my gas tank three times since Saturday. Reason being---

-I went to Belgrade to get my horsey on, and it was fabulous. I chipped frozen poop off the ground, got hay in crevices of my clothing I didn't even know existed, and posted a trot so long my butt muscles cramped up a bit. But it was AWEsome. I left Tanner at home with his to-do list and--

-He trimmed the branches that have been scraping against the window (and subsequently driving me nuts) for AGES. Upon my arrival back at the abode, many brownie points were awarded.

-I bought a new watch whilst grocery shopping at Walmart.

-Tanner still hasn't noticed.

-I'm wondering how long I should wait for that phenomenon to occur naturally before I instigate the dawn of comprehension.

-I apparently ingested a dictionary. Or it's just been too long since I've blogged and all these big words have piled up in my brain with no place to go for the last twenty days and now I've opened the floodgates and all of a sudden, I'm like an English textbook.

-L (my favorite, remember?) learned how to roll over, and now refuses to participate in tummy time. He thinks all tummy time should be back time, and shows us, over and over and over and over...That boy is too cool for school.

-I'm attempting to learn the Maple Leaf Rag (Scott Joplin) by...uh...tomorrow (ha!) for a lady at the assisted living place I play at who specifically requested it. Upon playing it for her tomorrow, I forsee one of two things happening:
     1) All fond memories associated with the song with be soured by my stilted rendition of it, or
     2)
I don't actually have an option #2, because #1 is basically what's going to happen. I should call in sick tomorrow.

-I bought a three-pack of Lysol wipes (that I never use) for no reason except that they were on sale and it makes me look like a germ-conscious, doorknob-scrubbing, good housekeeper when I have them around. They will now sit in my cupboard and dry out, most likely. Or I'll take them to the daycare and donate them to the greater good.

-Charlie starts the next phase of his training on Monday. Oh, and speaking of Charlie, that utter TURD ate my freshly made cheesy bread right off the counter! While I was ten feet away in the bathroom, no less. The only upside to that particular story is that I scared him so bad when I yelled at him that he may have *ahem* tinkled a little. And that gave me a good story to tell pretty much everyone.

Aaaand now it's time for bed. I promise I'll try to post more. Cross my heart, (don't really) hope to die, Stick a...[contact] in my eye.

My attempts at humor get lamer and lamer as the night goes on. Sorry.

Night, all!

Thursday, January 3, 2013

Of things forgotten. And chili.

Don't you hate it when you think of something that needs to be done relatively quickly, so you put down your computer (pausing, in the meantime, your Facebook stalking and Pinteresting, and possibly the Grey's Anatomy or Red Dwarf you're watching on Netflix) to go do it, but by the time you get to where you were supposed to do the aforementioned thing of a slightly imperative nature, you've forgotten what it was?

Yeah, me too. And I hope it wasn't all that imperative, because I just spent five minutes writing that sentence about something I forgot ten minutes ago. I figure that since the house hasn't burned down yet, I'm safe for the time being.

Is that smoke I smell?

Kidding.

It's actually chili. And it smells phenomenal. I put ketchup in it this time to see what it does to the flavor. I found out a while ago (while cooking lunch for the daycare kids) that ketchup and Worcestershire (yes, I did just spell that from memory, thank you! I can also spell pancreas on command. I have a gargantuan repetoir of unuseful talents) sauce do wonderful sloppy joes make when combined with hamburger and hot dogs! Anyway. Just an experiment. And no, I don't plan to tell Tanner about it until he's eaten a bowlful and complimented it.

Conspiratory you say? Never.

He kinda needs to get home though, because he's going to be bringing home some French bread to go with it, plus I would feel a little bad eating without him. Just a little though...so maybe....No. I'll wait. Five more minutes.

Have I mentioned that I love short weeks? I mean, huzzah for holidays and the four day weekends they bestow upon the lowly working class. This means that tomorrow, which feels like Wednesday, is, in fact, FRIDAY. And there was great rejoicing throughout the land.

I've decided to take Charlie to work with me tomorrow, to celebrate the last day of "D" week, and the kids are crazy excited. I'm sure he will be too when he finds out what's in store for him. And, to make the situation even cooler, they'll want to play with him for hours, thus tiring both him AND them out, just in time for naptime. It'll be fab.

But then I have to take him home, load myself back into the car, and take off to Belgrade for not one but two tooth-related appointments. Not really looking forward to it. The appointments, anyway. The upsides are going to be seeing my mama for three days (which she doesn't know yet, by the way. Hey ma, I'm coming down tomorrow night through Monday afternoon...be prepared!) which will surely include breakfast at IHOP. I may also get to spend my Saturday cavorting with equines and the equestrians upon them. I'm thinking this may be a very good time to pull out the camera again. Oh the possibilities.

Someday, I will learn what each button on my camera does and how to use it. So far I use a grand total of four. The power button, clicky clicky take picture button, lookit pictures button, and itty bitty trash can button. I learned my technical language from the best.

There's a rumbly in my tumbly. Tanner may be out of luck. I've been blogging trying to keep my mind off the smell emanating from the kitchen, but it's just not working anymore. He told me he'd be home at six, and it is now six-oh-one. I'd call that forfeit.

Don't worry, I'll save him some.

IF he brings home the French bread.