So, we've been blog negligent and for that I'm sorry, but it's been a busy and stressful couple of weeks. Where to start...
The chipmunk: Much like "morning sickness" is not just for mornings, "terrible twos" do not wait for the second birthday. The kid is having separation anxiety every time she can't see me. I can't even go to the bathroom
without a major temper tantrum breaking out (sorry if its TMI for some.) I also made the mistake of rocking her to sleep virtually every night of her life. We are trying to get her to sleep in her crib without Mommy having to rock her. This has turned into four hour battles each night with her screaming bloody murder in her crib while we try to alternate quietly sitting where she can't see us and soothing her every five to ten minutes (as prescribed by the "professionals".) She was already an insomniac like her dad - at 20 months she only sleeps about 10 hours a day total including naps, so we got little respite as it was. Don't let her cuteness fool you. She is as stubborn as they get! Now 50% of her waking time is spent screaming like a banshee! Oy! Please offer advise, though we don't promise to take it!
The cat: Next is my 15 year old kitty Phoebe. She decided to go into kidney failure a couple of weeks ago, so I've been taking her to the vet
every day to get sub-q fluids. She has also completely lost her appetite (a side effect of the kidney failure) so I'm force feeding her from a syringe four times a day. Tomorrow I start administering her sub-q fluids from home. All this with a screaming baby at my side. Phoebe's spirits are good and we're hoping to stabilize her kidney functions and carry on. It's too soon to lose another kitty. I don't think I can handle it.
The Balls: Not those you sick-o. USMC Birthday Balls. Two of them in a week and a half. Not a big deal to some, but there's all this prep work - finding a sitter for the chipmunk, finding a dress that will fit you post
baby and not make you look like a stuffed kielbasa, finding shoes to go with your sausage dress that you can actually walk in and not need a podiatrist in the morning, and there's the hair and makeup... I'm lucky if I get around to brushing my hair in the morning, now I have to curl it and look girlie or something? Ugh. And my version of makeup is cherry chapstick. So once again I ended up purchasing $50 worth of make up I will never use again and will go bad before next year. Anyhoo, you can see the results are simply mediocre, though the Lt. looks mighty handsome.
Homework: Lt. Mo and I are both in classes and we both have a tremendous amount of homework due and we both have not been able to get it done on time in the last two weeks. I'm sooooo glad I decided not to take any classes over the holidays! Turkey - homework... Pie - homework... Christmas tree - homework... Presents - homework... How it would really go is Turkey - Pie - Christmas tree - Presents... home what? So here's hoping we both pass our classes this quarter.
The Fire: The chipmunk has a book about fire trucks and firemen. It has this little button that sounds like a siren when you push it. She loves
pushing it. Often it gets stuck and plays forever
- "weeeoooo weeeooo". On this day, yesterday to be precise, she was playing with the book/button downstairs. We went upstairs to gather some laundry. I could still hear the "weeeooo weeeooo" in the background. Only it was really loud and really realistic sounding. I look outside and there's two pumper trucks, a ladder truck, an ambulance, several MPs and some fire marshal guys in front of our building. We wander outside to see what it is. There's a freakin fire in our neighbors unit and no one bothered to knock on our door!
This is a four unit building and we all share walls. Can we have some communication here folks?!? I ran back in to get my kitty. We watched the firemen break the window to get into the unit. Smoke poured out of the window. As it turns out, there was no fire, just food forgotten and left on the stove. Still, it took hours out of my life and added a few gray hairs. I would have pictures, but the camera was in the building and we weren't allowed in.
All of that in addition to our regularly scheduled chaos. What a week (or two). (Exhale)