I cannot get rid of two Kasabian ear worms - they’ve burrowed deep into my brain and I can’t shut them off. When I say can’t, I mean I’ve woken up in the middle of the night with one or t’other running around in my head, and these songs have KEPT ME AWAKE. It’s twelve kinds of wrong.
I keep going back and forth between Where has all the love gone and Fast Fuse . . . if you want an ear worm, feel free to take one.
Note to self: I encourage the use of cold medication in the night, when troubled by dry hacking/post-nasal drip. I especially encourage the use of cold medication with a sleep aid. However, I do not encourage the use of cold medication with a sleep aid at 3:00 am or later, no matter how desperately you’d like to go back to sleep. Your attempts to wake up a mere three hours later will be ludicrous at best.
Which is why my best, today? Not so much.
ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZonk. . . .
Product: Leapster 2’s Ni Hao, Kai-lan
Review: It’s supercool! You get to torture Kai-lan - for money!
Please note that any and all questions arising from this review will be answered with the phrase: I have no earthly idea.
Rosebud: Mama, I’m gonna blow you a kiss.
Me: Okay.
Rosebud: But you have to swallow it.
Me: Swallow it?
Rosebud: Yes, that’s how it gets in your stomach and then to your heart.
There’s something restorative about singing Bob Marley songs in the shower.
I’m just sayin’.
But is it strange that my lunchtime massage therapy appointment ended with my therapist and I discussing “happy endings”?
P.S. Please tell me I’m not the only pervy beggar who knows this euphemism.
Or at least, a hole in the middle of my weekly posting routine. That’s okay, it perfectly matches the big ol’ doughnut hole in my week.
I can only attribute my absence to the fact that my meat life* suddenly took a turn for the demanding. There are things happening, not least of which being Rosebud’s first ever sore throat. This is not to say it’s her first cold, but it’s certainly the first time it’s sat in her throat and a little bit in her chest. Still, her energy level is completely par for the course, so she’s out there, infesting her schoolmates with the cold that came from school in the first place.
In a very real, very demented way, I’m relieved. I have always been suspicious of her remarkably good health and her seeming ability to avoid contracting the ailments of those around her. I know, I know - you’re now waving frantically from the back of the gift horse, trying to prevent me from staring morbidly into his mouth, but . . . well, if your child had been sick less than a handful of times from infancy to four, wouldn’t you wonder?
So anyway - two and a bit weeks into school and she’s got a cold. Like the normal kids.
*Oh, I love how graphic this expression is.
In no particular order, the reasons why this Monday has not been my favorite:
I imagine that you can tell I’ve been swamped by my utter absence from the intarweb. This generally only happens when I’m running too quickly to formulate a thought from start to finish. Oh, sure I’ll manage the front end of it, with things like: “Hmm, that was a great recipe, I should share it.” Or worse, I’ll arrive at some kind of mental conclusion about something, but won’t have the time or the energy to say exactly how I arrived at any given spot. Thusly, I’ll get the back end of a thought: “ . . . and that’s how we can solve the energy crisis with a simple three-step process!”
I have been accomplishing a number of things, however. I’m starting to suspect that accomplishing thoughts and accomplishing things are items that cannot be done at the same time. Or at least, not done by me.
However, I did find a family doctor for Buddy and I. (no easy task, I assure you. Kudos to my fellow Manitobans for actually using the IntarWeb for “Rate my MD”. Very helpful, you lot.)
I also hunted down a resolution to the fact that The Great and Windy Summer of ’09 had taken a good chunk of siding off the western portion of my house.
It’s amazing how many of these little tasks clutter my mind on a daily basis. I have come to believe that some portion of my brain is dedicated to slowly driving me mad with a waspish litany of tasks that have not been touched.
This has the dual effect of the intended results (insanity) and triggering my inner mule into true digging-in-of-the-heels. Which then, of course, means nothing gets done, but I get to quietly resolve to gibbering in the corner as the litany does its trick.
However, I’ve also come to recognize that the only way to survive this maelstrom of incomplete, unstarted or impossible tasks is to skim. Grab your mental fishing net (on the days you have any energy left at all for visualization exercises), and do a light run across the top. As the most heavily weighted tend to float their ironic little arses to the surface, it’ll be the critical ones you do. The rest? Well, they’ll continue to lurk underwater until they become disasters themselves.
It’s survival mode, but hey – it’s also survival.
It’s a funny thing, that you can live all your life in the same body and never notice things about it.
You know what I learned today? I learned that if I am stressed or feeling overworked, my body seems to involuntarily force my hand to rest on my forehead. Repeatedly. And now that I know this about me, I keep catching myself doing it. And cussing. And then doing it again.
This is one of those times where self-awareness is not a good thing.
