Ramblings

Dear Child o’ Mine: Please, please, can I have one night of uninterrupted sleep? One night where I fall asleep and my eyes don’t open until the morning? One night where you get up and use the potty by yourself, or retrieve Hoot from the floor by yourself, or get a drink in the bathroom by yourself, or get a tissue from the box on your nightstand by yourself, or pull up your covers by yourself. Are you seeing the trend here? By yourself. Sans Mommy. I love you, daughter, with all my heart. But if I don’t get some friggin’ sleep Mommy is gonna get real crabby real soon.
Dear Darling Husband: I would like to know, have you been programmed since birth to be able to ignore the cry of the female human? Or is this a trait you’ve developed in adulthood, approximately five years ago? Do your ears simply not hear that particular frequency? You have two options for tonight: a.) you can sleep in her room so as to be sure to hear her call, or b.) we can duct-tape the baby monitor to your head, with the speaker positioned at your ear. Your choice.
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I learned yesterday that right after work is not the time to go to the gym. Because that’s when everyone goes to the gym. All treadmills were taken, and the only elliptical left was the wonky one where the “0” doesn’t work on the touchpad (thereby making it impossible to type in 30 minutes as your desired time, which means you type in 31 or 32 or 33 and get a LED reprimand from the machine that 30 minutes is the limit, you elliptical hog. Once I got past that and finally started exercising I realized that this was the machine where the flat panel TV turns itself off
every six to eight minutes. Right in the middle of heated debates on CNN where Republicans think we should amend/abolish the 14th Amendment so that children born in the U.S. are not automatically granted citizenship and we should be a country of exclusion even though the Founding Fathers thought otherwise, and Democrats say, in rebuttal, “Shut up you big stupidhead.” Gawd knows I don’t want to miss that.
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The unknown horror

Alas, dear readers, I fear I must take time today to inform you of a cause du jour, a need for action, an unspeakable tragedy unfolding before our very eyes.

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Zoe: Busted

Zoe got busted this morning at school.
Since Tuesday’s arm fiasco, we’ve been providing quite a bit of help. She’s struggling to do everything not just one-armed, but left-handed to boot (she’s a righty). Poor baby. We help her get dressed, and undressed. We help her use the potty. We help her with her socks and shoes.
This morning, though, I talked to her teachers about how the day went yesterday (they were gone when I picked her up last night). Ms. Lisa said, “Oh, she did great! We had to help her with her shorts one time in the bathroom, but that was it!”
“You didn’t help her with the potty?”
“Nope.”
“She put her shoes on by herself?”
“Yep.”
Zoe slowly dragged her foot in a circle on the floor and looked at me mischievously out of the corner of her eye.
Right. Busted.

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Today is…?

I have my days all jacked up. After running out of here early Tuesday afternoon and then spending all day yesterday at home watching videos with Zoe, I’m completely f*cked when it comes to what day it is. I keep thinking it’s Monday. It’s seriously screwing with my head.

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Zozo and M

Zozo update: She had an uneventful night, getting lots of good sleep and waking up pretty happy this morning. She was quiet on the way to school, thinking about how the day would go with the cast and sling, I think. She’ll miss water day today as she can’t get the cast wet, but her old Bunny Room teachers were thrilled that she’d be spending some time with them (and I think she was excited, too) while her Bear Room friends ran through the sprinkler. She didn’t push me out the door as she normally does, “Because, Mommy, I usually push you with two hands and right now I can’t,” but she was pretty matter-of-fact about it and just wanted me to leave so she could eat her Rice Krispies.

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Zoe’s arm

She was climbing up the slide the wrong way, with a friend pulling on her arm to help her up. Somehow her arm twisted and that was it. Lots of pain and crying. I got the call at 12:12 p.m., exactly 30 seconds after sitting down to an off-site office lunch to which, of course, I hadn’t driven my own car. Called M, who promptly canceled the rest of his day while flying out the door. I ate a lunch I did not taste, and made small talk without really listening, while silently willing my colleagues to eat their damn food already so I could get back and get my car.

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