Boob Man

Oct. 17th, 2011 10:27 pm
judecorp: (nudeysmurf)
Jen and I went out to dinner for our birthday tonight because one of our friends kindly offered to babysit after the kids went to bed.

Tukey has been waking up a lot and sleeping like crap, crying a lot and such, so I told her that if nothing else worked, she could nurse him. (She has a 1 year old.) I have never really wanted anyone else to nurse my baby (even though I really can't) and while he does drink donor milk, I kind of like being the only one to actually nurse him. But I like her, and I didn't want him to have a rough night.

Sure enough, he woke up right after we left and she tried bouncing, singing, shushing, etc. and ended up nursing him. She said she could hardly get him off of her. (He's kind of a boob man.)

Later, my friend Morgan pointed out that Tukey got more play on my birthday than I did.

DAMN YOU TUKEY!!!
judecorp: (jesus hates yankees)
Hello, friends.

These days I "journal" so infrequently that it doesn't feel at all like journaling - more like a letter to some friends. So hello there, friends. I hope you are all well.

The kids and I just came back from 11 days in South Carolina visiting my brother, sister in law, and my mom and her husband. We stayed with my brother and SIL and it's almost like culture shock to be back here. Although I do love it here. It is familiar and comforting and full of hippies.

I kind of had an unplugged vacation. I did not bring a computer, only my iPod Touch, so aside from Facebook I spent very little time on the Internet. It was just too tiny to manage. I didn't check LJ at all. Did I miss anything? I also did not bring a camera. I didn't want to bring my huge DSLR because I couldn't fathom carrying it AND a baby AND wrangling a 4 year old. So, no pictures. It is like the un-vacation!

There was a big heat wave in the South so we didn't do as much as usual (stayed inside a lot) and I also tried to be accommodating to Tukey's naps because he slept like C R A P the whole time. Jen joined us for the last 4 days of the trip and thank God for that because I actually got 5 hours of straight sleep a couple of nights. And it was good.

We had a blast, though. We went to the beach once with my mom and her husband and Punk got to make sand castles and look for sea shells and pick up seaweed and all of that good stuff, and got hit by waves and laughed and danced on the shore and it was ace. We also took her to an amusement park that was more like a seaside carnival where she went on a bazillion kiddie rides and got to stay up late (til after 9) and even had her first taste of bumper cars (with my brother) where she shouted, "We are going to hit you, Mama!" about a gazillion times. Thank you, ride operator, for letting her on even though she's half an inch shy of 42". She went to Chuck E Cheese and I have continued my lie about how we don't have Chuck E near our house, only at Uncle Rick's. She had a great time there, too. She saw the Winnie the Pooh movie and ate out a bunch of times and had a lot of ice cream, so I'd say it was a total vacation success for her. I love watching her have a good time, even when she gets sad because the fun has to end.

Tukey started trying to pull up while on vacation and also sped up his army crawl so quick that I don't think he'll ever go to hands and knees. He still says "da da da" most of the time but now says "na na na na" when he is sad/tired/hungry. He is curious about life and into EVERYTHING. He is in that crazy alert phase where sleeping is for wimps and he wants to wake at all hours of the night and crawl and climb just because. It is exhausting yet delicious and sometimes I stop and have to catch my breath because he is growing up so fast and I will never have another baby in my belly and watch that baby grow into a person. This afternoon on the plane I got him to fall asleep in my arms and I held him, two arms full of great big baby, and could almost cry at the sheer enormity of my love for him and how we were meant to be together.

Punk is the greatest big sister ever, so attentive to her brother and concerned about him. She gets jealous when he gets attention but instead of acting out toward him or others, she gets jealous about people messing with HER baby and she has to go over and give him attention too. "That's my bruvvuh" is a common sentence for strangers. She also talks to him, which is deleriously funny. Today she told him, "Let's play a game called 'Baby Gets Nothing.' Tukey, you get nothing." Where does she get this stuff? I freaking love it.

She is four years old and he is eight months old and time is just flying, flying, flying.

I hope you are all well and enjoying your summer.
judecorp: (motherhood)
I feel like a rockstar this afternoon. With the baby in the sling, I prepped and cooked a chili. As in: opened all the cans of sauce/puree, drained and rinsed the beans, browned two pounds of ground meat, chopped a pepper and an onion, added spices, and stirred the whole thing up in a crock pot. Not too shabby for one and a half free hands and a sling full of baby.

I also felt like evil mom an hour or so later when I asked Punk to pick up her crayons and markers that had fallen on the floor, and instead found her on the floor in a circle of markers coloring on her hands and her pants. But rather than killing her, I sent her to bed and she fell asleep, so maybe I'm still Super Mom after all. ;)

For a brief time, I have two sleeping children and that is enough to be the best New Year's Eve ever. I guess I have low expectations. ;)

Happy Incoming 2011, y'all. I do hope you will join me in saying "Two thousand eleven" rather than "Twenty eleven" because it sounds so much better.

Goal for the new year is "organization." We're two working moms with two busy kids and I think that if I/we don't get organized, we're going to keep slipping into chaos. And I can't speak for Jen, but when things get chaotic in the house, I get chaotic internally and then everything's all messed up. And really, I'm tired of that. So I need everything organized: the house, the schedule, the chores, the finances, the relationship. When you're so short on time and energy, maybe everything has to be planned. I really hope Jen is on board, because it's something I think I really need to try in order to stay on top of things mentally.

xo and see you next year, the year my LJ turns TEN.
judecorp: (never used to cry)
Today is 39w4d, which is the day I had Punk. I really thought it would have happened by now, what with all of that talk about how subsequent babies come later, and this guy always measured ahead. Aah well, joke's on me. By this time today with Punk, I was nearly in transition. Not so much today.

Cut for dramatic whining. )
judecorp: (jude jen sox hats)
I'm sure you know by now that it is hot outside. Quite hot indeed. When I'm not complaining about the hotness of my house, I love the heat and would take it over cold any day.

It has been a very busy time around here. Punk turned three (how is that possible?) on the 1st and we celebrated a little bit with the little family (just dinner and a princess cupcake). My brother and SIL arrived late Thursday night and stayed through Sunday. Friday we all (minus Jen, who had to work) took Punk to the zoo and to lunch and just had lots of fun in general. Saturday morning was Punk's huge birthday party at the children's museum, which was a smashing success. Then lunch out. Then crash and burn. Sunday we went to my grandmother's house for a cookout to celebrate Punk's birthday. Then Ralph and Lori came to spend the night and see some fireworks for the 4th. It was like Birthday-O-Rama around here. I am TIRED.

I wasn't thinking and got Punk's varicella vaccine last week so she would be set for preschool in the fall. It's at a real school (a Montessori school) and goes up to 6th grade and they are much more stickler-y about vaccines than the home day cares, so I needed to get it done. I neglected to think about the fact that a lot of kids end up with a mild chicken pox rash around the injection site and can theoretically be contagious and pass around pox. Awesome timing with a pregnant lady and a non-chicken-pox having person in the house, and a birthday party scheduled. She did get this ambiguous and mysterious welt that did not look like chicken pox but was close enough to the injection site that we covered it with a band-aid and have been praying for the best. Whoops.

We are heading to South Carolina soon to visit with my brother, SIL, mom, and her husband. Good times. Part of the vacation will be just Punker and me. I have never had to take her on a plane by myself before. Thank goodness she is old and self-sufficient. Pretty soon I will be putting her to work.

She is so big and grown up and amazing and I adore her. She is pretty much the best child ever, even when she is testing my patience. She is so bright and creative and hysterical. She tells me I'm cute or beautiful pretty much every day. ("Oh Mama, you're so beautiful!") See, I told you she was SMART. :)

BOGO baby is nearly 22 weeks cooked and is growing accordingly. Punk has named him Cupcakey, which is fine because we haven't named him anything. My grandmother recently presented me a list of about 30 names, including ALFRED and CODY. Where is she getting these names? Still, it's cute that she is so involved. So far, everyone is happy and healthy and that is what is important to me. We will see the midwife again after Punk and I return from SC. Then Jen's parents will be visiting. This is a busy summer. I've forgotten what it's like to work, like that part of my brain is off and disengaged. I can't believe I ever had a job.

I have started babysitting my friend's baby on Thursdays. He is 8 months old and umm, hanging out with two kids all day is HARD. Especially when one doesn't want to share any of the baby toys. (Hint, it's not the baby.) Punk is adorable with Braedan, though, which warms my heart and makes me think it will all be worth it in the end.

I have no idea how I can conceivably plan and prepare dinner in a kitchen that is currently (3 hours before dinner prep at the hottest time of day) 85 degrees.
judecorp: (cooler than you)
Just sent the wife and the kid to the sprinkler park so I can get some laundry done.

Livin' large around here, that's what I'm talking about.
judecorp: (my sunshine)
Life as I know it right now is pretty effing awesome, except for the part where we're broke because I'm still building a caseload. It is coming along and I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. It's just a long tunnel and my last (biweekly) paycheck was $271. OOF.

But the job switch has really been an amazing thing for our family and I don't want to speak for Jen but I think we're both really pleased with the situation. Punk is a lot happier and enjoys having more parent time, as I usually get to pick her up somewhere between 3:00 and 4:00. It's still daylight and we sometimes get to have a quick adventure after, like to the library or even outside to blow some bubbles. Today we had a little "snack picnic" on the front steps eating her apple slices and drinking juice.

We've all been eating more homecooked meals and that is improving. We still go out to eat way too much (especially with the aforementioned tiny check) but much less than we did when I was working late. Punk is eating less quick meals for dinner and we eat more dinners as a family. Because we've been cooking more, I've been buying more fresh vegetables (instead of frozen/canned) which makes me happy also. We've also been tossing less food because I try to find different ways to use it up.

The house is more under control and things like laundry and dishes get done on a regular basis. I lack motivation to wash the pots and pans sometimes but the sink is rarely full of dishes. The table is clean. Garbage goes out. I can run a load of laundry at night without feeling like a total zombie because I've been working a billion hours. I try to do most of the chores now since Jen is working 8 hours of overtime a week and I know she is tired.

One day a couple of weeks ago, I had gone out in the evening after putting Punk to bed for a quick run to the grocery store. I was thinking on what I had done after work and it involved several hours of playing with a toddler, a couple of loads of laundry, some dishes, a homecooked meal, bath and bed for the toddler, and a few other things... and I looked at the clock on the way out the door and realized that in my "old life," I would have just been getting home about 15 minutes before. It was staggering.

Things are good. Just really good. Of course, the spring-like weather and the imminent arrival of "spring ahead time" is just icing on the cake.
judecorp: (radiskull)
The child deciding to take a 3 hour nap is a major pro when engaging in Valentine's Day "activities," but does become quite a con at bedtime. Heh.
judecorp: (jude jen dressy)
It's Valentine's Day, and it has been win-win-win around here. Due to my switching jobs, money is at a premium right now so I put the kibosh on expensive Valentine's gifts. We exchanged some nice cards and Jen gave me a chocolate bar. I picked up donuts because Punk has been asking for a donut. Punk won the kid lottery, because I found a DVD of "Dora's Dance to the Rescue" which is her favorite of the 872398672789237 Dora books we have. Upon its completion she said, "I want to watch it again!" so I suppose it was a success.

And my smoochie let me sleep in a bit and volunteered to take Punk to church solo so I can get a jumpstart on the laundry and dishes and stuff. GOOD TIMES. Sounds like a successful Valentine's Day in my book!

~//~

In other news, yesterday I drove my little family nearly 2 hours to a party in southern Connecticut. Except that the party is NEXT Saturday. OOPS. Party FAIL.
judecorp: (if i ruled the world)
Jen and I have been talking a bit over the last week or so about the reasons we moved here - both here to Massachusetts and here to the western part of the state later on. There were things we were searching for with both moves, one a continuance of the other.

Moving back to MA was a political move, a move in anticipation of settling down and starting a family. It was a move for marriage, a move to a "village," and a move to be nearer to some family than to be in the middle of Ohio away from positively everyone either of us was related to. Our move to western MA was about family values, "finding our tribe," looking for the place to establish roots and bring up children. It was about hippie living, earthy values, and loads of queer families.

The reality is that we've not found much of what we were looking for. Sure, we're married - sort of. We have a marriage license that is not recognized by something like 45 states. We have assumed parentage in this state that has to be backed up by adoption for all the others. We have the most confusing tax returns ever, where we do a yearly dance to see who claims the home we both own or the child we both raise. And here, here we're surrounded by queer families, of whom we know very few and can't seem to break into. Here we're in the company of hippies but juuust a bit too far away.

And here we still live in a country that devalues our family, denies its legitimacy, and actively fights against its equality. We live in a country that believes that healthcare is a privilege that must be earned. We live in a country that goes against so many of our values... and our family is suffering for it.

We talked over this past week about the absence of queer couples in our lives and how that has affected us - how Jen feels less safe to be physically demonstrative in a see of straightness and how I don't have likeminded people to bounce relationship ups and downs off of. We talked about how the selfishness of the dominant culture in the US hurts my spirit and is weighing me down, how I struggle working with clients against a stream of self-absorption and lack of concern for one's neighbor. We talked about our weekends with [livejournal.com profile] tea_soaked and her family, those few instances where we felt like things were good and right and healthy for us.

We revisited, for the first time in a year or more since my grandparents' health started to decline, the idea of heading to Canada and letting our family be nourished by an overarching culture that acknowledges and values our family as all families. We revisited, and it might be time.

Molars suck

Sep. 5th, 2009 12:27 pm
judecorp: (ow)
We were supposed to go meet some friends at Davis Farm in Sterling today but Jen has some weird skin infection and it has gotten really bad, so I cancelled last night. It's a good thing, because she's down at the hospital women's clinic right now because the doc she saw yesterday wasn't really sure what to do about it. It's a heck of a bummer, though, because it is positively GORGEOUS today, at least this morning. Hopefully it will still be nice after naptime and I can take Punk to the park so she can enjoy some of the day.

Poor little punkin pie is teething molars hardcore right now (they grow in spurts, this has been going on for freaking ever) which means she is getting calluses on her fingers from chewing on them so hard and has been nightwaking. Typically it's been somewhere around 4am but last night it was 1:30 or so... night waking means in my bed which basically means my night of sleep is over. This has been especially rough because I have been having a really hard time falling asleep at night because of anxiety over my friend's lost baby, my child care provider's biopsy, and two of my friends having suspected miscarriages. It's just major Bad Juju Week and I can't sleep, and by the time I fall asleep, Punk's waking up. Awesome.

Anyway, I think I have slept somewhere around 10 hours total this week and that kind of sleep dep typically causes my knees to ache (why?) so I have been popping ibuprofen like candy. And of course Punk decided to wake up at 6 this morning instead of 7 so I had to drag my sore self out of bed to entertain her. I tried to have her read some books in my bed but she couldn't do it quietly and Jen got upset that she was waking her up. Bleh.

She is finally asleep and my original plan was to try to nap while she did, but I think I might have dozed off while she was watching Diego before lunch (he's better than Dora but I still hate them) and now my brain is whirring again. Dang.

Jen just called and is on her way home after picking up a scrip for Bactrim. Erk. If she has MRSA I am going to have a hissy fit.
judecorp: (radiskull)
We are supposed to have our new sectional sofa delivered today. And by "today" I mean "probably sometime between 8:30 and 12:30." Are you kidding me? The furniture store is literally down the street from me! Can I maybe get a better time frame? Blah! I sent Punk and Jennifer out to play so that she wasn't in the house all morning begging to watch this show or that show or getting bored watching me sweep and clean.

Jen wants to start reorganizing and cleaning the basement. I think that's a good idea, it's just terribly overwhelming to think about. Not only is all of OUR random crap in there, but a lot of random crap from my father's house is down there, too. We need to get approximately 3 billion storage totes and then maybe some shelving units so it's all stacked up nicey nice. We got a $100 gift card to Lowe's once from my mother for some holiday, and that will come in handy, except that the Lowe's is way out in East Springfield. Whine whine whine.

I finally hung up a piece of artwork that my brother and SIL bought for us in, oh, 2007? I don't know why we never did, it's really nice. Actually, it's not hung at all where I would like it (it would look perfect over the mantle) but the previous owners left a bunch of screws in the wall so I just put it on some. Good enough for now. I really don't know how people (read: Patti, Amy) manage to do all kinds of house projects and yard projects with toddlers/kids around. How is this possible? I can't wrap my mind around it. I know that if I spent an hour cleaning and had Punk in her room, she would have everything out of and off of every surface and it would be all over the floor. :)

I can't even tell you the last time I listened to music in the house. We should bring up the little stereo so we can have music in the house more often.
judecorp: (jesus hates yankees)
This has been a very busy weekend in a string of very busy weekends. But instead of having house guests (like we have for the last three weekends), we did a lot of driving around bugging other people! :)

Yesterday we hit the road around 8:30am and drove out to Natick. We made a brief stop at the Natick Mall to buy a birthday gift for one of Punk's friends and partake of the play space there. Jen also bought a little cheapo umbrella stroller because we forgot ours. Whoops. Then we were off to Beth and Cathy's for a little IVP brunch because Jen and Cait (and kids) were in town! YAY! There I ate too many delicious waffles and Punk got filthy. It was fun to hang in a circle of moms while toddlers took over the back yard. It was lovely.

From there we made a quickie stop at McDonald's to put a little food in the toddler (she wouldn't eat when there was fun to be had!) and wrap the present, and then headed out to Edaville Railroad for the birthday party. It was Day Out with Thomas and there were a LOT of people/kids there. We met up with Cody, got our tickets, and enjoyed Charlie's 2nd birthday party. Punk enjoyed her first ever ball pit, as well as multiple carousel rides, a ride on the Thomas train, a bazillion pieces of Thomas paraphernalia, and her first kiddie rides. She really enjoyed the kiddie rides and it was fun riding them with her. Good times!

On the way back, we stopped in Wrentham for a quickie dinner with Liza and Mike (who were also at the party) and then chugged along home. Punk did her usual "stay awake until 15 minutes from home" trick but transitioned to sleeping at home without a peep and slept until I woke her up at 7:15 this morning!

This morning we decided to forgo church in order to get a lot of errands and things done. Grocery shopping in the morning after Jen made a pancake and bacon breakfast for everyone. Cleaning during Punk's nap time in preparation for Punk's birthday party next weekend (I will have a TWO YEAR OLD come Wednesday), and then AGAIN I had to wake the child because she was sleeping and sleeping. I wonder if she is having a growth spurt. Anyway, after nap we headed to a local furniture store that is trying to clear inventory, and ordered a new sectional. Then Jen took Punk to the park for a while and I did more cleaning. Then we went out to dinner, and came back and I did MORE laundry.

Phew, I am beat. Tomorrow... more errands and cleaning. Fun, right? My life is sooo glamorous!
judecorp: (i am stupid)
I have been reluctant to post because I liked keeping the Iran post on top. But I suppose it's time for a little update since Punk /finally/ went down for a nap. Mad nap-fighting day today, yo!

We have had a full house this weekend! [livejournal.com profile] carina_s and the girls arrived on Thursday evening and are leaving tomorrow. Today they are out east visiting relatives and I am trying to catch up on tidying and assorted things. I am enjoying the calm quiet of nap time.

I think we are probably boring the twins to death with our lame boringness. It's kind of hard with a toddler because the day tends to get broken down into chunks (pre-nap, nap, post-nap, bedtime) so it's hard to make big plans. And, umm, if you live anywhere near New England right now, you know that our weather has pretty much sucked the entire month of June. It has rained pretty much every day. Bleh. So the girls are always asking what we're going to do at any given time, or what we would be doing if they weren't visiting, and I don't think our answers of "chores" or "errands" or "you're looking at it" are quite what they had in mind. ;)

We have done a lot of eating out and a lot of hanging out. The girls enjoyed learning to play Bohnanza, and I took them all to eat wings and play trivia last night which was a good time. We went up to the Book Mill in Montague on Saturday for a little while, too.

It's times like this, with a house full of guests, that I really take notice of and appreciate the little family life I have with My Jennifer. (Even though it is boring to tweens!!) I suppose I don't take notice of it, and take it for granted a bit, until something shakes it up. Things are mostly seamless in our house and that sense of stability feels very nice.

It has been really good to see Carina and the girls. I've really missed them. The kids have grown up so freaking much.
judecorp: (my sunshine)
We packed a lot of fun into a short span of days, and now I am tiiiiiired.

[livejournal.com profile] artjax graciously offered up her spare room for sleeping and we packed up the car on Saturday after Punk's lunch and took off for Maine. We left a little later than planned but really didn't have anything to do until 5:00 or so when we met [livejournal.com profile] rizzo41 at Governor's for unhealthy food. And dessert. And I was already full but I had strawberry shortcake and I thought I was going to explode. We had the worst server ever and were there for something like 2.5 hours which is pretty staggering considering it's basically fast food. But Punk got a balloon and it was all good, and Jodie brought Punk some puppets and some other stuff and she was in hog heaven. Punk basically calls any person whose name she doesn't know "this," so she kept ordering Jodie around by saying things like, "this color," or "this drink."

That night we stayed up talking with [livejournal.com profile] artjax while Punk tried really hard not to go to bed. I don't think she fell asleep until after 9. But she slept until 7, which means I love her.

Anyway, on Sunday morning, we went out to a delicious breakfast with Jackie and the most adorable thing ever was when she and Punk were making music together, J on guitar and Punk on the bongos. So freaking cute, I could die. So after a little of that, we took Punk to a playground and when it started raining, we gave her a quick McDonald's lunch before heading to Punk's first baseball game! We took her to see the Sea Dogs and they beat the pants off of Connecticut. It rained for the first half of the game but we brought a big umbrella, and the second half was gorgeous and sunny and it was hard to believe it was the same day. Punk took about a 40 minute nap on me at the park and I was pretty impressed that she actually fell asleep like that. But she loved the baseball game and that was awesome.

That evening we went to a cookout hosted by some of J's friends who have kids, and Punk was completely fried from not napping and from having dinner late, and it was okay but pretty stressful because I was always one step ahead trying to avert a meltdown. And this one kid was kind of being a turd and running ahead of Punk and taking any toy/bike she wanted to go play with and then sprayed her in the face with a water gun. Grump. But then we took Punk back to J's and gave her a bath and put her to bed and she was asleep in about one second, around 8pm.

She got up promptly at 5 this morning (WTF??!?!) and since there was no clock in there I didn't know what time it was and didn't coax her into going back to sleep, so we had a really early morning. Zzzz. We had a quick breakfast at Denny's where Punk ate her weight in oatmeal and sausage links, and then drove down to Kittery to do some outlet shopping. Punk fell asleep in the car on the way down (sigh) and then was all kinds of turned around all day. We did some shopping, got a lunch for her at BK (who knew BK has mac and cheese? score!), and then started driving home where I assumed she would take her nap, only, she didn't. She acted like a crazed jungle child for a good two hours before falling asleep for the last hour. Then we shoved her in a stroller so Jen could get some mandals at the mall and we ended up getting her a bubble mower because we seem to be physically incapable of not buying her too many things. (Gymboree Outlet, anyone?)

So we finally got home, she splashed around in the water table for a long while, got a change of clothes, played in the yard and sandbox for a while, and then we had a grilled out dinner (chicken) where Punk had her first ever corn on the cob which was insanely cute. And then a bath. And now bed.

I am so ridiculously tired right now. But it was awesome. Thanks, J & J!

Dude!

May. 8th, 2009 09:28 pm
judecorp: (jude jen dressy)
Jen got me a very fancy pants camera. It is so fancy pants I can hardly stand it!!

Also, in News of the Ridiculous, we bought each other the same flowers for Mothers' Day. So now we have two identical bouquets!!
judecorp: (soap poisoning)
So when we were at the IVP shindig in DC, there were a couple of sickies floating around - some of the kid and some of the adult variety. There was a great big melting pot of germs from as far away as Ireland and Australia as well as a healthy dose of the local flavor. I was expecting Punk to get sick. But oh, she is having the sick of her little life. (I have been spoiled. She does not get sick very often and does not get sick hard.)

She has a double ear infection that is now on its second antibiotic (the first did squat, thankfully the second seems to be working). Today is the first day since, oh, Thursday? that she has not woken up with a fever. She is congested solidly full of snot and it is now making its way into her chest. She sleeps for crap which means that I sleep for crap. And she has lost her mild-mannered disposition and become "that" toddler. The one who freaks out if one food touches another food, and then refuses to eat. The one who freaks out because a little bit of oatmeal is on her hand. The one who freaks out because you started to read the wrong book, even though it was the book she handed you. You know, that one. I have never had that toddler. And I don't particularly like her. ;)

She has been full-on spoiled because of this, with lots of juice, lots of TV, and lots of being able to eat things like goldfish crackers and applesauce for dinner. How I am going to crawl out of this one with some dignity in tact, I don't rightly know. I will leave it up to day care to straighten out. Ha ha.

I don't feel all that great myself, but Jen is of course sick to the tenth power and yesterday needed to go to the emergency room for a bazillion prescriptions and now is locked in the bedroom. I am trying to dig out from under the mountains of laundry from DC and before, all the while wrangling "that" toddler and trying to do some general house tidying. I am supposed to be working on Amy's Valentine's Day swap gift (sorry, Amy) and I am supposed to be doing the taxes and I am supposed to be doing a lot of things. At this point, I have no idea when any of that is going to happen. I'm also supposed to be sending refi paperwork in. That I can commit to doing tonight. I hope.

Since I have been sick and have been sitting in front of a lot of PBS programming (proof of devastating spoilage: Punk now says "PEE BEE ESS"), I have had time to do a lot of navel-gazing and realize that I have not been present in a very long time. I want to apologize to everyone, because I simply haven't had anything to give. I'm sorry I don't comment in your journals. I'm sorry I haven't been active on your bulletin boards. I'm sorry I wasn't more talkative and perky at your big get-together. I'm sorry I haven't made your present. I'm sorry I haven't returned your calls/texts/e-mails/messages on Facebook. I'm sorry I haven't remembered your birthday or sent you that card that has been sitting out for a month. I'm sorry. I wish I wasn't the world's crappiest friend right now but I am in a deep, dark hole and I have no idea how to get out. All I can see in front of me really is work, the toddler, and a devastating to-do list.

Sick.

Feb. 14th, 2009 12:17 pm
judecorp: (true love)
I am in my pajamas. Jen is in her pajamas. Or maybe yesterday's clothes. We just ate some delivered chinese food. Punk is taking a nap. She is also in her pajamas. Because everyone is sick. And grumpy. And sick.

Jen has been sick since last Sunday and can't seem to shake the cold. Punk started getting sick on Wednesday night and has been crying and restless and feverish every night since (which never bodes well for me). She has a double ear infection and is getting two of her two-year molars. The antibiotics are /just/ starting to kick in and maybe we will actually leave the house tonight. Depends on Jen, really.

Tomorrow I will go visit my grandparents. My grandmother got out of the nursing home today and is doing very well, getting her strength back and doing PT and OT to build herself back up. My grandfather has been really depressed and down but I think he will perk up when my grandmother is home. He has agreed to see an oncologist (he previously said he didn't want to) to at least find out the scope of the situation. I am glad for that.

This is not at all the Valentine's Day I would ever have imagined for myself: us in our pajamas in front of our laptops with take-out chinese, and lots of tissues. But there are two sets of beautiful flowers on the mantle and that's going to have to do it this year, I guess.

Happy Valentine's Day, everyone. I hope your day is better than mine!
judecorp: (invisible sandwich)
1. I always imagined that when my grandparents started to "show their age," my father and I would be there to support each other. Whoops on that one.

2. Jen got Punk to day care this morning and all of the doors were locked, and the day care provider wasn't answering her phone. We were really worried about her, as she is super responsible and that is just not like her. Jen took Punk to her job temporarily and I left work to go and get her. When I got her home, I checked the voicemail and there was a message from her husband at 6:30am saying that she was sick and needed to close the day care today. Whoops!

~//~

And an un-bummer:

When I got to Jen's job, I could hear Punk chattering away, so I followed the sounds to Jen's classroom. Punk was sitting on a swivel-chair in a row of students, colored pencils in her hand and streaming video from PBS Sprout on the monitor in her station. She had already eaten Jen's cottage cheese and one of Jen's student's banana. So umm, needless to say, she really didn't want to leave to come home. Heh.

Roomba

Dec. 26th, 2008 01:54 pm
judecorp: (lost in space)
I got Jen a Roomba for Christmas and it is currently running around the house.
It's kind of creepy.
But it is going to make my floors clean so I will learn to love it.

I think she should name it.

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