things don't slow down
Aug. 19th, 2008 11:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mamajoanThe day was off to an inauspicious start when I was rudely awakened by a loud motor noise outside my window that I thought was someone mowing their lawn. At 6:15a.m.?! I got out of bed and threw on my bathrobe and went outside to investigate. It turned out to be at least two helicopters, circling in the air above my general vicinity. I've since learned that there was apparently a big fire at a halfway house not far from where I live, which explains it, and I guess I should just be grateful that I wasn't awoken even earlier by fire trucks or what have you. I dunno. I tried to go back to sleep, but that was pretty futile by that point, alas.
Anyway, on the bright side, everyone in my household seems to be feeling much better today (KNOCK WOOD!!). We got up and got ready and headed off for school and work as usual.
I forgot to mention in my post yesterday that I was worried about what to do when it came time to pick up Ruthie from daycare. It could have been pure coincidence that Isaac threw up just after the car started moving -- or it could have been directly related. I didn't know, but I was worried. But there wasn't a good alternative, so in the end I made him hold a large plastic bowl in his lap and off we went. He was totally fine though. Really, he had been fine within about half an hour after he barfed that morning; he spent most of the day alternately begging me to go outside and play baseball with him, and begging me to give him various not-gentle-on-the-tummy foods, like pizza (ha...NOT) and brownies. (We watched a cooking show about brownies and all of a sudden it was "Let's make brownies for dinner!" I repeat, ha...NOT.) He was more fine than I was! Mind you, I was pretty much fine too, except for being weak and listless from not having eaten. We both had bananas and toast and crackers, and did fine. In the evening Isaac had hummus on bread, and I had a teeny tiny peanut-butter sandwich, and that was fine too. Whew.
I made him hold the bowl again this morning when we drove to preschool, but it was just silly by that point. heh.
Anyway, so now everything seems to be back to normal, knock wood. The kids are back at school and I'm back at work. I even had my morning cup of tea, which I didn't have the past two mornings, and that seems to be sitting fine. I'm looking forward to an afternoon without a splitting caffeine-withdrawal headache! ;) And I'm pondering how adventurous I'm going to feel at lunchtime. My guess: not very.
I'm also feeling much less stressed about work after having come in today and cleared up some misconceptions about my current project. (I thought that the thing I'm working on was supposed to be delivered to a customer tomorrow. It turns out it's supposed to be done in first-complete-draft form tomorrow, which is a VERY different thing. Whew.)
Ruthie tends to be VERY chatty in the first like 5-10 minutes after she wakes up. She sits up in bed and talks a mile a minute. This morning it was something about how she was sitting down in her new daycare room, eating, and other kids were playing, and they ran past her and knocked her over and she hurt herself. But when I started asking questions, suddenly it morphed into an incident at the playground. And then it was "I was swinging at the playground." Oh really? She loves to swing, but I can't really picture one of the daycare teachers taking the time to push Ruthie in the swing for any length of time when they have 15 (or whatever) other kids to keep track of. So I said "who was pushing you in the swing?" and she said "Grandma." LOL. So I'm not sure what happened with that story. Maybe some other kid did knock her down at school. Maybe she dreamed it. Maybe someone knocked her down at the playground. Maybe nothing happened at all. Who the hell knows? She's only 2, she doesn't exactly construct a linear plotline. ;)
Soooo...and how's YOUR tuesday going? heh.
Anyway, on the bright side, everyone in my household seems to be feeling much better today (KNOCK WOOD!!). We got up and got ready and headed off for school and work as usual.
I forgot to mention in my post yesterday that I was worried about what to do when it came time to pick up Ruthie from daycare. It could have been pure coincidence that Isaac threw up just after the car started moving -- or it could have been directly related. I didn't know, but I was worried. But there wasn't a good alternative, so in the end I made him hold a large plastic bowl in his lap and off we went. He was totally fine though. Really, he had been fine within about half an hour after he barfed that morning; he spent most of the day alternately begging me to go outside and play baseball with him, and begging me to give him various not-gentle-on-the-tummy foods, like pizza (ha...NOT) and brownies. (We watched a cooking show about brownies and all of a sudden it was "Let's make brownies for dinner!" I repeat, ha...NOT.) He was more fine than I was! Mind you, I was pretty much fine too, except for being weak and listless from not having eaten. We both had bananas and toast and crackers, and did fine. In the evening Isaac had hummus on bread, and I had a teeny tiny peanut-butter sandwich, and that was fine too. Whew.
I made him hold the bowl again this morning when we drove to preschool, but it was just silly by that point. heh.
Anyway, so now everything seems to be back to normal, knock wood. The kids are back at school and I'm back at work. I even had my morning cup of tea, which I didn't have the past two mornings, and that seems to be sitting fine. I'm looking forward to an afternoon without a splitting caffeine-withdrawal headache! ;) And I'm pondering how adventurous I'm going to feel at lunchtime. My guess: not very.
I'm also feeling much less stressed about work after having come in today and cleared up some misconceptions about my current project. (I thought that the thing I'm working on was supposed to be delivered to a customer tomorrow. It turns out it's supposed to be done in first-complete-draft form tomorrow, which is a VERY different thing. Whew.)
Ruthie tends to be VERY chatty in the first like 5-10 minutes after she wakes up. She sits up in bed and talks a mile a minute. This morning it was something about how she was sitting down in her new daycare room, eating, and other kids were playing, and they ran past her and knocked her over and she hurt herself. But when I started asking questions, suddenly it morphed into an incident at the playground. And then it was "I was swinging at the playground." Oh really? She loves to swing, but I can't really picture one of the daycare teachers taking the time to push Ruthie in the swing for any length of time when they have 15 (or whatever) other kids to keep track of. So I said "who was pushing you in the swing?" and she said "Grandma." LOL. So I'm not sure what happened with that story. Maybe some other kid did knock her down at school. Maybe she dreamed it. Maybe someone knocked her down at the playground. Maybe nothing happened at all. Who the hell knows? She's only 2, she doesn't exactly construct a linear plotline. ;)
Soooo...and how's YOUR tuesday going? heh.
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