Thursday, January 31, 2013

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Just when I think this whole growing-a-human business couldn't get more inefficient and body trashing, a few more of my body parts that tend to break after expelling the human have decided to break prematurely. So today I've been stuck in bed, trying to minimize the damage and just get to tomorrow morning when I can go to my doctor and request all of the drugs he has at his disposal.

I am really a sad sack lately, right?? Ugh.

But real life IS still happening, so I hear. I was lucky enough to talk to my mom twice this week, which is a huge deal since my parents are gallivanting all over Asia for a month and I miss them so much I.... nope, not going there. I'm just glad I got some time for my mom to pump me up a bit. She's kind of awesome at that.

WonderGirl is being such a freaking sweetheart lately. I don't know how I got such a high-larious daughter but I'm not asking questions, just in case it was a switched at birth thing and somewhere my real, sullen and selfish daughter is driving some poor brainy Brasilian family insane. Also, we all need to seriously limit her access to information about spiders because HOLY SNAP SHE KNOWS TOO MUCH ABOUT SPIDERS AND I DON'T WANT HER TELLING ME ALL ABOUT SPIDERS ALL THE TIME THEN GRILLING ME ON WHY THE CONVERSATION IS MAKING ME CRY AND CURL UP IN THE FETAL POSITION.

The Dude has had snow days wreck school for him twice this week and we have had a LOT of quality time. He is so bright, but SO 3 at the same time. I got out some number flash cards today and he was in a foul mood so he answered them wrong on purpose, them got furious with me for not correcting him.

I'm still terrified about bringing another boy into this family. I have a child with SPD, a husband with a family history of spectrum disorders and access to the interwebs so you know I am just a ball of nerves over here. Granted, the son I already have has very mild SPD and it actually just makes him an adorable cuddlebug but that hasn't stopped my internal AOOOOGAHH freakout alarm. I can barely handle the two of them between keeping up with their brains and constant demands to be fed. I'm seriously terrified.

Also, on an unrelated note, WonderGirl is on the last song of Suzuki violin book 1 and I'm tempted to take a break before heading into book 2 and do a few intense few months of nothing but bluegrass tunes. And maybe some mandolin... do they make 1/4th sized mandolins?

I hope you are not up to your eyeballs in snow and angst like I am over here. I am glad you are out there, though. My bloggity friends are the tiptop bestest.


Cathie said...

Blerg, I'm sorry. If it makes you feel any better, I have n o snow, but lots of whimpering and self-pity and dry heaving, with the occasional actual vomit.

Jane said...

Poor thing. I hope you feel better. And I hope it's not as bad as it seems right now.

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