Thursday, December 14, 2006

Thud

That was the sound of me falling right off that daily posting wagon.

I am this close to eating whipped cream straight out of the mixing bowl. I can't decide if that means today is a good day or a bad day.

Husband went to San Fransisco yesterday for a business meeting. He was kind enough to go to Anthropologie while he was there, and buy me a dress to wear to his company's Christmas party. He knew my size, and he has a good enough idea of my taste to pick out one that I liked. I would love to link to an image of it, but I can't find it on the site any more. It looks really cute--until I put it on. It has pintucks which make it look as though I have big, puffy hips and belly. Just what every girl looks for in a dress. Hrm. But I can't exactly return it, since we don't have any Anthropologie shops in these here parts. I may look into returning it online--but for some reason, it doesn't have tags on it. ??! So I may be stuck with a very unflattering dress.

I am still hopeful that I can whip up something in the lovely black satin I purchased recently. I will probably remain hopeful until the afternoon of the party, at which point I will sigh heavily and wear a perfectly nice dress I can finally squish myself back into. And then I will spend the evening trying not to breathe.

Frankly, I should just be glad this is the biggest problem I've got right now. I need to stop whining and go to bed.

Sunday, December 03, 2006

Surprise! It's More Negativity!

It's inching closer to 10 pm. All three kids are still awake. I've completely given up on the older two and am trying to ignore them. They're not making it easy, as they are alternating between making loud, mirthful sounds and loud, peevish sounds. There are none of those silent, sleeping-child sounds I am so fond of. I am keeping mum because I'm fresh out of mirthful, and if my mouth opens I fear flames will shoot out of it.

I should have known this would happen. We spent the day visiting my sister and her kids, and Sparkles the guinea pig, who is their weekend guest. Whenever we return home after a day there, they seem to need to cram in a full day's worth of shit-disturbing on their own turf. I don't know how they didn't get it all out of their system there, because they were like crazed little animals. But, like usual, they found some magical reserve of energy as soon as we came home--which also happened to be 1/2 hour before bedtime. WHY DO I NEVER LEARN?

In other news, the cat's kidneys are fine. She has been prescribed antidepressants (boy, that apple didn't fall far from the tree!). Apparently, this antidepressant has the bonus side-effect of helping to cure mild urinary tract infections (which she has), on top of its main effect of chilling cats right the hell out of their propensity to pee where they shouldn't (which she also has). So, as far as we can tell, the reason she's peeing on the floor is that she's a big, fat stressball. I wonder if my crazy is contagious? I feel a bit ridiculous giving antidepressants to my cat. But then, I feel a bit ridiculous cleaning up cat pee every day, so I'll try on this new ridiculous.

Praise Allah or whoever you like, it is finally quiet upstairs. Down here, there is another poopy bum to change, and then it's time for B. E. D.

Saturday, December 02, 2006

Worst. Mom. Ever.

I hate myself.

This morning I got up, glanced at the clock, and thought, "Hmmm, must call the vet when they open at 9:30, to see about collecting the cat." Then we got ourselves and the kids ready for a Christmas party, and went out to see Santa. On the way home I glanced at the clock. 2:45...hmm, later than I thought...am I forgetting something? Isn't there something I was supposed to do--OHMYGODTHEVETCLOSEDAT1:30!

I completely forgot my kitty. And now she's there until MONDAY. I feel like such a douchebag.

They assured me (in the three messages they left while we were out) that she'll be checked on this weekend--but the poor girl is in a strange place full of strange sounds and smells. I am a bad, bad person.

Bad.

Update: Less than 1/2 hour after I posted, the vet called! He went in to check up on her and another cat, and phoned on the off-chance I was sitting morosely beside the phone, hating myself. I was there in 6 minutes. Yay!

Friday, December 01, 2006

haiku et cetera

sweet little baby
i love you so very much
please stay asleep now

My middle left finger is so dry that it cracked on the tip. This makes typing uncomfortable. In case you were wondering.

Although the Internet Sensation known as NaBloPoMo has officially ended, I am still compelled to post. Even though it's a Friday night and I should be at a party with Husband, I was too lazy to secure a sitter. So here I am.

My kids have been expelled from their first school! What a heartwarming moment. The director of the daycare asked me to provide them with a month's notice of withdrawal, in writing, because I was "choosing to withdraw them" rather than give them the flu shot. I told her I would prefer that she give me a month's notice, in writing, since I'm really not making that choice. She seemed surprised, but at the end of the day, she did just that. So now if there really is anything fishy about their policy, I haven't signed my rights away. Either way, I'm just glad I stuck to my guns.

My kitty is having a sleepover at the vet tonight. Or so I told N. I dropped her off this morning so they could collect blood and urine from her, and by the end of the day, she still didn't have a full enough bladder for them to get the urine. They said I could bring her back in the morning if I chose, but she has a nasty habit of peeing in the carrier (stress, I guess), so I figured this was the most painless way for all of us. Poor girl, I hope she's not too freaked out.

Now I'm off to spend what's left of my evening cutting fabric for Christmas presents. I haven't worked on that for a few days now, and it's been eating away at me. December, man! How did it happen so fast?

Wow, I'm boring. Aren't you glad I posted?