Hey, what can I say? I have an addictive personality.
March 28, 2006
I know I said I’d see you in a couple of days, but the carnage has stopped and the Good Child is sipping Gatorade and loving the endless supply of popsicles and juice. His tummy still hurts, but at least he isn’t in the bathroom still.
I hate the violence of the flu. I wish I could have taken it away instantly. Dylan, exhausted, fell asleep with a book over his head at 6:30 last night and slept through until 7 this morning. I heard tiny feet pad into my room and then his hand was on my arm. “I’m hungry,” he said. Always a good sign. He wants to stick to liquids for now, and I know he needs them.
Troll Baby went to bed at 7, right before Daddy arrived from work, flowers in hand for a tired Mom. I hadn’t eaten all day yesterday and had no desire to. I don’t normally handle the kids when they are pukey - I normally can’t, but seeing as I had to, I guess my body decided no food was necessary. Even this morning, there’s no hunger. Just the usual longing for coffee and water. Maybe I will lose a few pounds. Thanks kids!
Well today will be calm I hope. I kind of enjoy the calm after the storm and hope to do some snuggling with my babies. Dylan would argue that he’s not a baby anymore, and then I’ll say, as I always do, “You’ll be my baby long after you’re taller than me.”
My hands are raw from washing them, from bleach and soaps. I was just emerging from winter and starting to heal them of the exema, but yesterday through them back into water and that’s just the way it goes.
I dreamt of my mother the other night and I can’t get her out of my head. She arrived at my house, with jet black hair, begging forgiveness and I wanted nothing to do with her. Makes me question numbers 7 through 10 here, but then maybe it’s my mind’s way of saying you have to forgive her for this to move on. As there always is, there was a bit of humour glossing over the hurt, as she was valley-girl like and looked much like Joan Jett, which she did when we were kids (and Joan Jett was cool). I remember she would come to the apartment complex park to kiss us goodbye before heading to wherever, and my brother’s friends would say how pretty she was. Looks aren’t everything, boys. She’s a screaming banshee when she’s drunk and her nails are too long.
Well Troll Baby is waking up (wow! 8:00!) so I better run. Have a great day everyone, and make sure you visit my tenant, Jaded Sunburns. She’s only here for another day or so and she is PFA. (Pretty Fucking Awesome)
