(with Chef and Oscar whinging about my requiring him to have a bath.)
and
(I think that’s my high-pitched squeal – and note delightful detritus stuck to the poor child’s foot.)
Month: May 2008
Tuesday
So I’ve decided that taking meds blows. Granted, I’m not about to stop taking them, but they’re not working like I think they should.
I hate waking up feeling like a drug addict with the tension and the shakes and the whole body jitters that don’t really abate until the day gets underway and my morning dose gets into my system.
I’m presuming that’s how a drug addict feels.
Which is, you know, naive and presumptuous.
I have no idea how a drug addict would feel so don’t be expecting a Candy script from me any time soon.
Anyways.
I’m simply taking each day, each hour even, as it comes.
Some days I can feel myself falling into oblivion so to make it all seem real I vacuum, or do a load of washing, or something.
I’m so vague. No thought is finished. No job completed. Sentences amble and then abruptly stop. I can’t think of the right word for the moment. Even writing a list is challenging. And well, I do love a list.
*****
I am beside myself with worry about Oscar.
The surgery on his nose last week has knocked him for six and then another. He’s quiet, still even.
And well, quiet and still are descriptions never applied to Oscar, even in his sleep.
I sent him to school yesterday because I thought it would be better for him and I wasn’t sure how I was going to handle having him home another day with the little people because dudes, I’m not sure how much Pro-Evolution Soccer you could endure but me? No amount of Valium is taking the edge of my insanity with that on 24/7.
And he got home saying that school was good with that tone of being surprised that it had been but the note from his aide was all – he was asking for me every five minutes and kept trying to find her mobile for her to ring me to come and get him and quite frankly, I took one look at him this morning and just thought, how much is one kid meant to endure.
So I retired upstairs to mum’s to watch whatever daytime movie was on while xbox soccer reigned supreme downstairs.
I left him at home when I went to pick up Felix because he’s 10 and he didn’t want to come with me and so of course, when 15 minutes later I’m driving home there he is, standing right on the corner of our street making weird faces due to the splint on his nose freaking him out like some abandoned child.
Holy Moly.
I think he’s in some sort of post traumatic shock and I keep thinking get some Rescue Remedy and some arnica drops for him but then never get around to it.
*****
Felix confided in me yesterday that sometimes he plays with girls at school.
Then this morning he told me that Holly pays him 5 cents a day to play with her and sometimes he gets a $1 for two weeks.
I think the attraction is that Holly is clearly hopeless at maths and he realises that is a pretty good profit for playing with the chicks.
*****
Some of you asked about what I did for Felix’s birthday cake this year. This was what was requested:
The perfect party cake of course.
*****
Otherwise, I don’t know, I’ve got nothin.
I went to a zine workshop at the MCA the other weekend.
It was interesting.
Eleanor has written far more eloquently about her scriptwriting workship. Go see.
Eight today
One month
7 months
2.5 years
4
4.5
6
7
8
Various observations and thoughts
I know there are three #3 teats in this house for Grover’s bottles. So why is it I can only find one?
*****
A very large rotund man, riding a racing bike, in peak hour, in the full racing riding regalia. Dude. I appreciate you’re clearly trying to do something about your health, but do us all a favour and keep it to boardies and t-shirt until a few kgs are dropped.
*****
Lego StarWars on the xbox is addictive.
ProLeague Soccer is not.
It is giving me a migraine.
*****
How is it that watching a 2.5 year old and a 10 month old work out their own little relationship can be both infinitely fascinating and mind-bendingly irritating all at the same time.
Jasper to Grover: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Grover to Jasper: GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Jasper to Grover: GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Grover to Jasper: GAHHHHHHHHHHGAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Jasper to Grover: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Rinse and Repeat.
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Am I the only woman left on the planet who prefers pads to tampons?
Is it just that I’ve pushed four children out my fanny that I just don’t have the energy to be inserting a great wad of compressed tissue up there?
But then, tampons reduce the duration of my period by up to two days, so that has to be a good thing. Surely?
Discuss at your leisure.*
*****
The recovery nurse today called me Sue for the first half of our visit and then Lyn for the rest.
Even though I had filled in forms with her and she had to write my name down in parts of it.
Irritation?
Moderate.
*****
I believe it takes fourteen viewings of Chitty Chitty Bang Bang for Dick Van Dyke to become highly irritating but only two for the same feelings towards Sally Ann Howes.
I am 35 and it has only been in the last week that I have come to learn the land they go to is Vulgaria.
Not Bulgaria.
******
I think the last time I really** cleaned the bathrooms was when I blogged about it and I was still pregnant.
*****
I have a new stove-top and oven.
I think I failed to inform you all of this.
Mum got it because
a) it’s her house
b) it was cheaper than the total kitchen reno she initially proposed and
c) the oven was stuffed to a point it was not worth fixing.
Mum being mum initially told us to choose what she wanted and she would pay for it.
But what we chose was not top of the range, so suddenly she was looking for the replacement.
So now I have an 800mm Ilve fan-forced electric oven and 700mm gas cooktop.
They are both very lovely to cook with.
As top-of-the-range items should be.
Now, if I could refind my cooking mojo.
And the drugs must be doing something as they’re off centre from each other (as the cooktop fitted in the existing cooktop space and a new wider hole had to be cut for the oven) and it only bothers me every so often.
*****
There’s a duck down at the lake with a wonky beak.
It’s damn ugly too.
I like that duck and the other smaller pale brown one all the others seem to pick on.
I make sure they get their share of white processed dreadful for ducks bread during our visits.
* With apologies to Joke, Muz and Matthew. The only men I am aware of who read me.
** As in scrubbed and mopped floors. The toilets are regularly cleaned in this house every couple of days due to necessity not compulsion.
Thursday
Not much posting. Don’t feel like talking that much.
Just getting on with each day.
Had Oscar at the second appointment with the ENT yesterday.
He had surgery on his nose this morning.
At the little day surgery attached to the ENT’s rooms.
Which classifies as a private hospital day surgery.
For which our health insurance does not cover.
Note to self: remember to take meds before taking Oscar to a surgical procedure and dealing with just how much this is costing us.
What else can I tell you?
Grover is taking about five steps at a time?
Felix is all stressy and tired and adrenalin-charged as this week involves the three (new) national tests for kids in Years 3,5,7 and 9.
My advice to this almost 8 year old?
You do your best, stay calm and realise that whatever the results they are no reflection on you as a person.
He’s 8 on Saturday.
Um.
Yeah.
That’s about it.