so zoë had the flu. how do i know, since our vomit bath was a three-time, 2 minute occurrence, not to be repeated? on saturday, when describing how she was not eating much still to dr daddy i said, “you know, i feel kind nauseas.” within an hour, i was lying down with the spins, within 2, i was running for the toilet in a flurry of projectile vomiting. that repeated 7 more times. within 5 hours. and let’s not get too into the other mandatory bathroom visits. the flu is sitting on the toilet for the 3rd time in an hour, while throwing up into the adjacent sink.
two days later, 6 crackers and a hunk of bread eaten, massive amounts of tea with milk drank, and i’d lost six pounds. that i could not afford to lose…putting me below the 90 pound level. but oh the abs you get from dry heaving. cela est la vie. vous obtenez l’estomac que vous voulez de n’essayant pas de l’un obtenir. the past five days have been spent trying to get those six pounds back, successfully.
now dr daddy has it and that, my friends, is kharma for him saying i wasn’t helping with zoë whilst i was on the verge of passing out. also for, “you don’t seem that sick to me.”
in other news. i was going to move. now i’m not. for awhile at least. i found out that i qualify for this government rental subsidy – about $250 will go back into my pocket every month. the plan is to pay off the debts i’ve accumulated, put some cash into the bank for moving expenses and the usual one-off costs associated, and then haul ass to the border between vancouver and burnaby. it will be convenient, central, closer to stargirl and further from everything else that i no longer want to be a part of. should be happening by or around my bday. a fresh start, not irresponsibly carried out.
also other news. i’m about 70% complete my current crocheting project – a bathmat. pictures will be posted on the unmedicated and creative page once it’s done.
i’m about 25% done the database that needs to be finished and installed within a week. i’ve used a babysitter twice, in order to get some work done and this weekend, i fully intend to say to dr daddy, “you’re on, i’m working.” i don’t know if it’s even possible for it to be accomplished by the deadline, but i will sure as hell try. very fucking hard.
i miss being able to have sex whenever i want to. i know that in the last year plus, i couldn’t really, either, but it was a lot easier to be able to turn to dr daddy and be like, ya wanna? not that i ever really did.
i still have five million and one things to do and have accomplished NONE of them except that i finally caught up on my laundry to the point of not having two full loads waiting. that means i finally got it all done, the stuff that had sat there since she’d been born because i did it by priority (hers, his, then mine, then the household stuff), as time would allow (which it didn’t).
i am addicted to desperate housewives. i’m now waiting to watch disc 4 of season 2. do not blow anything for me.
sometimes it seems the world is flipflopping. one example is the recent collections of raymi smiling in pictures. she’s beautiful, and even more when she smiles. and it’s been happening more often. good one, px. so the universe, crazy man, like, woah.
aughra has moved to wordpress.
jenn starts a new job on tuesday.
i pulled most of the muscles on the tops of my thighs for the second time in a month. it is so crappy to squat now. you never realize how much you squat until you can’t comfortably do it.
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today zoë put a video in the vcr and then turned on the tv. then sat down in front of it with a cup of juice and her glowworm up against her old nursing pillow. that dame is getting rather smart and independant and such. where was i? 2 feet away, taking a sip of coffee. and watching and thinking, “no fucking way can she put it in the…ok, well she doesn’t know to turn on the…well, i guess she wants to cuddle up with a bevvy and companion who’s face lights up, to watch christmas movies. cool.” so i sat beside her and crocheted and we enjoyed each other’s company in entertained silence.
she is going through separation anxiety but only at nap and bed times. what is up with that? i didn’t know it was so selective! so for three days in a row, she’s foregone her normal nap for screaming like she’s being beaten and bashing the crib slats while stomping and just generally expressing displeasure. until i return to her side, then she’s fine. but still won’t nap. she’s been crashing for a half hour or so during our afternoon walks – to make up for it?!
so texting aughra, it came up that i could take something to do and sit there with her but she is ultimate distractor baby who is incapable of going to sleep if there’s one teeny tiny thing to look at or examine or put in her mouth. i guess we just have to wait it out. it’s not helping me get any work done though.
mind you, with this whole movie capability thing, i suppose i could test the waters on working while she’s actually awake. it has to happen sometime. especially when i take on more clients in a month or so. i’ll be getting a mommy’s helper for an hour or two a day but…it’d be nice to not have to pay someone so that i can make money.
