Ugh. My allergies are out of control.
My nose is dripping like a faucet, and my eyes are watering. It looks like I am crying. I have blown my stupid nose so much that it's scarlet, and chapped, and painfully burning. Just put some of the vaseline I use on Mikro's butt on it...
I have no idea how I will attempt sleep without drowning.
I keep wishing I could stick a vacuum cleaner keyboard cleaning attachment up my nose and suck all the yuck out and be done with it already. Or that I could simply unscrew the offending appendage and store it in a jar till it is good and done with its newest tricks...
Since Mikro is breastfed, I don't dare take any medication that might actually stem the nasal tide... Miserable. Just plain miserable.
I pray I am right that its just my usual allergies tuned up a notch, and not the beginnings of some horrible plague I am going to pass on to the Boy. He's nearly nine months old, and so far he's only had one very mild cold, right after Christmas, which he already seems recovered from. But then, I had the same cold, slightly worse, felt better for a couple of days, and now resemble a freaking fountain... Who knows? Please please please just be my wretched allergies. At least then it's just my problem...
Sometimes art is a sanity saving device...
Saturday, January 10, 2004
Friday, January 09, 2004
Winter Novelties
I guess that's what you could call having your eyebrows freeze. This morning I let the dogs out right after I showered, and my wet bangs were dripping on my eyebrows, which promptly froze solid. I also got the sensation of an ice cream headache from the outside in, because my wet hair was cold! (Amazingly, I did wear my coat this time...) They are talking about -25 degrees today, with windchill. That is really a rarity here. The actual temperature rarely drops below zero, and the windchill nearly never gets worse than negative single digits...
I feel really sorry for my poor little diabetic dog, who is half bald at this point. She had a spell where her insulin dosage needed regulating, and most of her hair fell out. The vet says it's a three month cycle for hair to grow back in... In the meantime, she looks really strange, and she must be freezing her butt off. I can't find any of her doggie sweaters, either. Poor old dog.
My big dog is in the metaphorical dog house today, because she growled at the little dog. It's strange-- whenever the big dog goes into heat, she gets agressive with the little one. So at the moment, because of the growling and the eating of bed linens, she is wearing a muzzle. It's one that she can eat and drink while wearing, but I still hate making her wear it. But I would hate even more subjecting the diabetic dog to a bad bite, and the uncertain wound healing powers that go along with her condition... So, my big girl is acting contrite, and will probably be freed once she shows me a few hours of good behavior.
[I am sure someone is going to ask why the big dog isn't spayed... First, she's an inside dog (as all my dogs have always been), and isn't allowed to roam free. Second, spaying is major abdominal surgery. I fix the males in my menagerie, for whom the surgery is far less risky. My females are all intact. I have had animals all my life (38 years now), and never had one turn up pregnant, so PC or not, I believe my position to be sound and responsible. ]
I ordered sheets to replace the ones bizarrodog has eaten. I've decided to redo the master bedroom in a Key West (one of the places I got the biggest jolt of artistic inspiration from and which I dream of living in one day, at least during the winters) theme- palm trees galore, sunset colors on the walls, airy, breezy light curtains, etc. I lust after the ridiculously expensive palm tree shaped floor and table lamps at Domestications online catalog... But there is no way I can justify the expense... Maybe if hubby is generous in sharing the tax refund...
I feel really sorry for my poor little diabetic dog, who is half bald at this point. She had a spell where her insulin dosage needed regulating, and most of her hair fell out. The vet says it's a three month cycle for hair to grow back in... In the meantime, she looks really strange, and she must be freezing her butt off. I can't find any of her doggie sweaters, either. Poor old dog.
My big dog is in the metaphorical dog house today, because she growled at the little dog. It's strange-- whenever the big dog goes into heat, she gets agressive with the little one. So at the moment, because of the growling and the eating of bed linens, she is wearing a muzzle. It's one that she can eat and drink while wearing, but I still hate making her wear it. But I would hate even more subjecting the diabetic dog to a bad bite, and the uncertain wound healing powers that go along with her condition... So, my big girl is acting contrite, and will probably be freed once she shows me a few hours of good behavior.
[I am sure someone is going to ask why the big dog isn't spayed... First, she's an inside dog (as all my dogs have always been), and isn't allowed to roam free. Second, spaying is major abdominal surgery. I fix the males in my menagerie, for whom the surgery is far less risky. My females are all intact. I have had animals all my life (38 years now), and never had one turn up pregnant, so PC or not, I believe my position to be sound and responsible. ]
I ordered sheets to replace the ones bizarrodog has eaten. I've decided to redo the master bedroom in a Key West (one of the places I got the biggest jolt of artistic inspiration from and which I dream of living in one day, at least during the winters) theme- palm trees galore, sunset colors on the walls, airy, breezy light curtains, etc. I lust after the ridiculously expensive palm tree shaped floor and table lamps at Domestications online catalog... But there is no way I can justify the expense... Maybe if hubby is generous in sharing the tax refund...
Thursday, January 08, 2004
Arctic Temperatures
... do nothing to chill my cabin fever. It feels like years since I've been outside for more than three minutes. That is the sad sum total time I give my poor dogs to relieve themselves in the yard while while I'm standing outside in single digit temperatures (and with the windchills, those single digits have a minus sign in front of them) in baby-barf-stained Tshirt, sweatpants, and sneakers without socks, one frozen hand clutching the baby monitor to one frozen ear, straining to hear if Mikro makes even the slightest peep. (And yes, this is what I do every day-- I just never think about putting on a coat until I've already been out there two minutes, and by then, the dogs are almost done, so why bother?)
I am agoraphobic, to a mild degree. I generally would rather be home than anywhere else, because here my baseline level of anxiety is not as overwhelming as elsewhere... but even for hermit me, there comes a time when claustrophobia and agoraphobia have a fistfight, and claustrophobia wins...
I need to get out of here, at least for an hour or so, before I actually start to believe the walls are closing in on me ala trash compactor in Star Wars...
But it's too damn cold to take the baby out. Catch 22. I am about to start climbing the walls...
I am agoraphobic, to a mild degree. I generally would rather be home than anywhere else, because here my baseline level of anxiety is not as overwhelming as elsewhere... but even for hermit me, there comes a time when claustrophobia and agoraphobia have a fistfight, and claustrophobia wins...
I need to get out of here, at least for an hour or so, before I actually start to believe the walls are closing in on me ala trash compactor in Star Wars...
But it's too damn cold to take the baby out. Catch 22. I am about to start climbing the walls...
Tuesday, January 06, 2004
Left on Hubby's Voice Mail:
Beware of German Shepherds shitting blue circles. The miserable rotten fucking dog has just eaten a frisbee sized (or maybe bigger) hole in the freaking sheet the baby barfed on!
Apparently it goes on in like vein for some time.
Kev calls me and says: Do you have any idea of the weird shit you will say to an answering machine?
Didn't even remember doing it....
So then I go to gather up the rest of the laundry and find the foul canine fiend has also chewed through the couch cover that the baby barfed on last night. Add this to the drawerful of venitated onesies, and you will have an idea how pissed off I am at the dog right about now.
Oh, yeah, and I completely forgot about the several newly crotchless panties she gave me last week. She actually selectively retrieves these things from the hamper and ingests them. My yard is full of cloth remnants that have been pooped out.
My dog needs a therapist. Or a muzzle.
I need a day on a beach somewhere where the water is turquoise...
Dream on!
At the very least, I need new sheets...
Apparently it goes on in like vein for some time.
Kev calls me and says: Do you have any idea of the weird shit you will say to an answering machine?
Didn't even remember doing it....
So then I go to gather up the rest of the laundry and find the foul canine fiend has also chewed through the couch cover that the baby barfed on last night. Add this to the drawerful of venitated onesies, and you will have an idea how pissed off I am at the dog right about now.
Oh, yeah, and I completely forgot about the several newly crotchless panties she gave me last week. She actually selectively retrieves these things from the hamper and ingests them. My yard is full of cloth remnants that have been pooped out.
My dog needs a therapist. Or a muzzle.
I need a day on a beach somewhere where the water is turquoise...
Dream on!
At the very least, I need new sheets...
Monday, January 05, 2004
Happy New Year!
Wishing everyone a belated Happy New Year! I can't believe how long it has been since I blogged.
I'm just getting over a nasty cold that I caught from my parents, when they came up to visit us the weekend after Christmas. Major sore throat, and snotty nose. I am so exhausted that my body craves sleep. All I've been taking for this are herbal tea and the occassional swig of Nyquil at night... But it seems to be getting better.
Today Mikro actually napped. Rather than do something constructive, like continue our frantic baby proofing, or do the piles of laundry, I instead leapt at the chance to get on the computer for the first time since Christmas day and catch up on my blog buddies. My blog roll is, as hubby says, freaking ridiculous long, but I have gotten about three quarters of the way through. Thank you, sleepy baby boy.
Yesterday was errand day. Did the grocery shopping, ate lunch out at the local family friendly Italian restaurant, and picked up three pairs of jeans for Mikro at Goodwill for four bucks. I can't believe he has actually outgrown all his jeans... He's 8 and a half months old now, and wearing 12 to 18 month sizes.
Saturday was fun-- we had a visit from Kev's sister, her hubby and kids. Mikro has three girl cousins who dote on him. The girls are really sweet, and so smart!
Friday I was still fairly sick, and got a bit of a shock when my SIL called to ask what time tomorrow we expected them--er, we expected them Sunday, which made for a bit of frantic cleaning up, but worked out fine, because I had already cancelled my Saturday doctor's appointment due to my stupid cold. Had a bit of unnecessary drama when Mikro decided to fling himself off the bed while I attempted to clean up after changing a massively poopy diaper, but I managed, just barely, to catch him before he could hit the floor head first.
Thursday was New Year's Day, and Kev was home. I can't remember what we did-- I think we vegged out watching DVDs and eating takeout pizza.
Wednesday, New Year's Eve, Kev had to work. I was sick as a dog, and am lucky Mikro survived the day, because I was really groggy and out of it, and he was up to his usual Danger Boy antics... We called our parents early and were upstairs in bed, watching Jay Leno and trying to convince Mikro to sleep, when the ball dropped.
It seems really sad to say goodbye to 2003, because it was the Year of Mikro. He's growing up all too fast, and the changing year is just another reminder that my sweet baby won't be a baby much longer. Looking back over the passing year usually makes me depressed and unsatisfied, but this is the first year in ten that all I feel is quiet joy. I have my precious baby. All else pales in comparison, even my disability, which is usually what I am so busy regretting and being miserable about...
Tuesday was my first day of sniffles, and a major laundry effort.
Monday my Dad came up to pick up my Mom and see his grandson for Christmas. He was really impressed, since he hasn't been here in three months, and the boy is now a crawling, cruising little terror. Finally at the stage where my Dad isn't afraid he will break.
Mom came up Saturday afternoon and stayed through Monday. She is totally completely head over heels over her grandson, and they had fun together playing with all Mikro's Christmas loot. He is, however, inexplicably terrified of the Glo-worm. He cries hysterically when it goes off. Weird.
That's pretty much all we've been up to.
Kev just called me over because the Boy has developed some yucky discharge from one eye. It's not as bad as he made me think it was, but definitely something to watch. I'll probably squirt it with a little breastmilk tonight, and call the pediatrician if it doesn't improve in a couple of days... He's probably caught my cold, poor little man.
I'm just getting over a nasty cold that I caught from my parents, when they came up to visit us the weekend after Christmas. Major sore throat, and snotty nose. I am so exhausted that my body craves sleep. All I've been taking for this are herbal tea and the occassional swig of Nyquil at night... But it seems to be getting better.
Today Mikro actually napped. Rather than do something constructive, like continue our frantic baby proofing, or do the piles of laundry, I instead leapt at the chance to get on the computer for the first time since Christmas day and catch up on my blog buddies. My blog roll is, as hubby says, freaking ridiculous long, but I have gotten about three quarters of the way through. Thank you, sleepy baby boy.
Yesterday was errand day. Did the grocery shopping, ate lunch out at the local family friendly Italian restaurant, and picked up three pairs of jeans for Mikro at Goodwill for four bucks. I can't believe he has actually outgrown all his jeans... He's 8 and a half months old now, and wearing 12 to 18 month sizes.
Saturday was fun-- we had a visit from Kev's sister, her hubby and kids. Mikro has three girl cousins who dote on him. The girls are really sweet, and so smart!
Friday I was still fairly sick, and got a bit of a shock when my SIL called to ask what time tomorrow we expected them--er, we expected them Sunday, which made for a bit of frantic cleaning up, but worked out fine, because I had already cancelled my Saturday doctor's appointment due to my stupid cold. Had a bit of unnecessary drama when Mikro decided to fling himself off the bed while I attempted to clean up after changing a massively poopy diaper, but I managed, just barely, to catch him before he could hit the floor head first.
Thursday was New Year's Day, and Kev was home. I can't remember what we did-- I think we vegged out watching DVDs and eating takeout pizza.
Wednesday, New Year's Eve, Kev had to work. I was sick as a dog, and am lucky Mikro survived the day, because I was really groggy and out of it, and he was up to his usual Danger Boy antics... We called our parents early and were upstairs in bed, watching Jay Leno and trying to convince Mikro to sleep, when the ball dropped.
It seems really sad to say goodbye to 2003, because it was the Year of Mikro. He's growing up all too fast, and the changing year is just another reminder that my sweet baby won't be a baby much longer. Looking back over the passing year usually makes me depressed and unsatisfied, but this is the first year in ten that all I feel is quiet joy. I have my precious baby. All else pales in comparison, even my disability, which is usually what I am so busy regretting and being miserable about...
Tuesday was my first day of sniffles, and a major laundry effort.
Monday my Dad came up to pick up my Mom and see his grandson for Christmas. He was really impressed, since he hasn't been here in three months, and the boy is now a crawling, cruising little terror. Finally at the stage where my Dad isn't afraid he will break.
Mom came up Saturday afternoon and stayed through Monday. She is totally completely head over heels over her grandson, and they had fun together playing with all Mikro's Christmas loot. He is, however, inexplicably terrified of the Glo-worm. He cries hysterically when it goes off. Weird.
That's pretty much all we've been up to.
Kev just called me over because the Boy has developed some yucky discharge from one eye. It's not as bad as he made me think it was, but definitely something to watch. I'll probably squirt it with a little breastmilk tonight, and call the pediatrician if it doesn't improve in a couple of days... He's probably caught my cold, poor little man.
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