Seriously,
I should not have gotten up early this morning, started the laundry, started the fire, cleaned the kitchen, made coffee...
...sat down in front of the computer with my coffee, ahhhh....
And opened a 40-slide gyn presentation on visual findings in Reproductive Infections/STDs.
I just shouldn't have done that.
Now my coffee is all cold.
Saturday, March 10, 2007
Friday, March 09, 2007
Purty
In my fantasy online shopping trip for my kids...because L linked me to this site and damn, I like their selection...I would get this:
And this:
And this:
Oh, and like everything on this page http://www.oompa.com/cgi-bin/category/woodten_toys_ba
Oh hell, and like 50 more things from that site. But the above three things, dang, if I wasn't so strapped for cash they'd be on the way here now.
And this:
And this:
Oh, and like everything on this page http://www.oompa.com/cgi-bin/category/woodten_toys_ba
Oh hell, and like 50 more things from that site. But the above three things, dang, if I wasn't so strapped for cash they'd be on the way here now.
Kings and Queens
Becca has been more than a little interested, lately, in Kings and Queens and how they get to be King and Queen. It all started with one of the "Enchanted Forest Chronicles" books, in which the humans have an interesting time understanding the dragons' practice of considering a King a position rather than a dragon - male or female - so either sex is just as suited to be King. So we talked a lot about human beings and why Queens are different from Kings and blah blah blah blah.
So this morning, Becca presented us with a book she'd written - entirely without my help or input. It was pretty darned long in 7yo land, so I'll supply the synopsis:
LMAO LMAO LMAO LMAO LMAO OH, pity that she didn't illustrate it...
So this morning, Becca presented us with a book she'd written - entirely without my help or input. It was pretty darned long in 7yo land, so I'll supply the synopsis:
King and Queen meet, like each other plenty, get married, have a kid.
They have a fight with the wizards, and the King is killed.
The kid grows up.
The Queen meets a man with lots of muscles who works out every day and looks really good, and they decide to get married. But he's not the King, he's just the Queen's husband.
LMAO LMAO LMAO LMAO LMAO OH, pity that she didn't illustrate it...
FFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKK
It is 70 degrees in here and I'm freezing. My hands and feet are frozen, my ears are burning, and the toilet seat is painfully cold. Last night, my husband placed a hand on my hip and said "you're hot," and not in a husband-fishing-for-sex kind of way, either. In a horrified, are you seriously getting sick AGAIN kind of way.
If I am sick again I am going to cry. And not a pretty, shed a couple of tears kind of cry, either. An ugly, snotty, OMG should we be calling mental health services kind of cry.
In other news, my kids have been outrageously cute today. I think I'll be burying this pitiful wail of a post under some stories about them in a second here.
If I am sick again I am going to cry. And not a pretty, shed a couple of tears kind of cry, either. An ugly, snotty, OMG should we be calling mental health services kind of cry.
In other news, my kids have been outrageously cute today. I think I'll be burying this pitiful wail of a post under some stories about them in a second here.
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
Hitting A Wall
I am pretty sure that my brain is finished for the quarter. Sometime around last Friday, my brain ceased to work. My ability to create a mental map of when assignments are due has completely and totally short-circuited. I forgot to turn two in and forgot another two existed. I went about my weekend blissfully unaware of my uncompleted shit, only to face the pileup on Monday. Yesterday, I managed to gather enough of my whits to author a LO for Gyn, but I'll be damned if I didn't wake up this morning thinking "fuck, I forgot to even discuss homeopathics!" But we haven't had that course yet and, well damn, it feels like I'm constantly overstretching my knowledge to write gyn LOs. I may have had enough with that class. Which is what this post was about in the first place, no? I've had enough learning for one quarter. Done. I don't really have control over it, my brain says so.
It is totally not helping any that it has been over a month since I've woken up feeling like I've had enough sleep. Every night, Her Royal Toddlerness wants to nurse a couple of times (she regressed from the nightweaned state during the flu, and hasn't yet recovered adequately to not need that extra 'meal' - I've tested it, she seems to really be hungry, waking again in a short while if I don't feed her but sleeping another good solid chunk if I do). Every morning, well before I'm ready, Boyness is invading my space and smiling at me, waiting for me to create his day for him. You'd think he'd know better, since the answer is some gentler version of "bug the fuck off!" every morning, but nah, smiling Boyness RIGHT IN MY FACE every morning, over and over again. You'd think that his happiness would be contagious, but honestly, there are mornings when it just makes me want to launch him bodily out the nearest window, to go spread sunshine somewhere ELSE and let me SLEEP, damnit.
And of course, I feel like I can't complain to Fran, because he gets even less sleep than I do. Nevermind that he NEEDS less sleep than I do...the simple fact that every morning when he leaves I am still asleep and can expect to continue being asleep for at least another hour makes it hard to complain and not feel like a big fat whiny-ass baby.
In other news, I sat in the sun for an hour yesterday and watched my kids run around at a park. Sitting in the sun, in short sleeves. Kids not demanding ANYTHING, dancing around happily, burning energy willingly. Best mental therapy I've had all month. I was actually able to sit and write something lucid in the evening.
It is totally not helping any that it has been over a month since I've woken up feeling like I've had enough sleep. Every night, Her Royal Toddlerness wants to nurse a couple of times (she regressed from the nightweaned state during the flu, and hasn't yet recovered adequately to not need that extra 'meal' - I've tested it, she seems to really be hungry, waking again in a short while if I don't feed her but sleeping another good solid chunk if I do). Every morning, well before I'm ready, Boyness is invading my space and smiling at me, waiting for me to create his day for him. You'd think he'd know better, since the answer is some gentler version of "bug the fuck off!" every morning, but nah, smiling Boyness RIGHT IN MY FACE every morning, over and over again. You'd think that his happiness would be contagious, but honestly, there are mornings when it just makes me want to launch him bodily out the nearest window, to go spread sunshine somewhere ELSE and let me SLEEP, damnit.
And of course, I feel like I can't complain to Fran, because he gets even less sleep than I do. Nevermind that he NEEDS less sleep than I do...the simple fact that every morning when he leaves I am still asleep and can expect to continue being asleep for at least another hour makes it hard to complain and not feel like a big fat whiny-ass baby.
In other news, I sat in the sun for an hour yesterday and watched my kids run around at a park. Sitting in the sun, in short sleeves. Kids not demanding ANYTHING, dancing around happily, burning energy willingly. Best mental therapy I've had all month. I was actually able to sit and write something lucid in the evening.
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