I feel traumatized. I got Athena a nuby sippy cup (her second actually, the first was accidentally left at her grandparents last weekend). She seems to be able to drink out of it, and shows interest to do so. I thought I would give her a treat and thawed one of the two breastmilk containers I had frozen to practice on. She had three sips but wasn’t showing the enthusiasm she had before…so I tasted it and nearly threw up. It was so bitter and disgusting. I ran to the sink to spit it and rinse my mouth. My poor baby!! How could such a mean mother as myself make her drink THREE sips of that crap?! My god. Now I know what they mean by lipase. That is awful, awful stuff.
The kids have been sick since Wednesday night. Each day we think that was the worst of it, and then the next day comes. How long can this last? Ugh, don’t answer that. I was pretty depressed about it this weekend. Being cooped up in side all week and then the weekend with two inconsolable, stuffed up, coughing bundles of ill. Tim was pretty mellow about the whole thing and even managed to do progress on deep cleaning the house and moving my blog over to wordpress. He even made a crab and cheddar biscuit dinner on Saturday night! What an awesome husband.
Wait I think they might both be napping right now…holy cow.
—hours later —
I got them to sleep while the mother’s helper was here. I went to Walgreens to buy some makeup and infant motrin, but they were out … then to the neighborhood drive through coffee joint for a decaf soy mocha to drink while I grocery shopped. We really needed to do that for awhile and it showed to the tune of $168!! I think my record high is 198$. But you know I had to get things like coffee, olive oil, infant motrin (that right there is $20) as well as stock up on canned items. I put my new make up on in the car before going in and I look awesome! It’s that mabeline age eraser/rewind liquid foundation. There was a sample of it in the last Redbook so I was able to find my perfect shade (a problem that has prevented me from buying any before) and it doesn’t feel cakey at all..it’s so light I can’t even tell I have it on. I think this is going to be the first foundation I will ever wear. It’s these two kids under 3 that starting to age me…either that or you know the fact that I am 34.
Plus I need the little things to help me feel like I am doing things for *me*.
Have I mentioned that I am on a two week “sweetatorium”? I made that word up. It means I am not eating sweets for two weeks. I wanted to see if I could do it. I did have a small piece of birthday cake on Saturday, but that was it. It was a special occasion and I had ONE piece. I brought some back to the sickies and was super proud that I did not even sample Morella’s as it laid there on the coffee table all afternoon. It’s hard though. I didn’t realize how much I stress eat sweets until this week, and just how addicted I am. ON the other hand it’s hard to do the things they suggest “Take a walk for you” instead or “Indulge in a hot shower or long steamy bath.” Or “Mediate for 10 minutes” or “write in your journal until you fill four pages.”
I would fucking LOVE to do any of those suggestions and if I did have the time to do them, I probably wouldn’t be stressed. It’s the two, very needy sick kids thing.
But really, I feel much better now having left the house for two hours to do something as mundane as grocery shop. I mean it. I feel like a new woman. It also helps that I have been back now for 20 minutes and am able to write this post while the groceries sit in the living room and children still slumber. They both needed a long nap something fierce.
Pluto however is not doing well. Tim thought about taking him to the emergency vet yesterday and called. They said that if he has a temp between 100 -102, has wet pink gums and isn’t labored panting then to try and hold off until our appointment on Tuesday. His biggest symptom right now is that he can’t pee or poop very well, particularly pee. The last three days he will go outside and strain for up to 30 minutes just getting out little squirts. Then he will pant and want to go out again shortly thereafter. When he isn’t trying to pee, he is sleeping. He isn’t eating or drinking well. He has very little walking endurance and seems kind of depressed. At first we thought it was all neglect from the new baby being around, it being winter and hassle to take him for a walk, etc. But this is just too fast and too serious. We called again today to see if we could get an earlier appointment then Tuesday but the best they could do was bump it up 5 hours. Tim will take him in tomorrow and we’ll know more then. Poor Pluto. The average life expectancy for greyhounds is between 10-14. I always thought he would make it to 12, he only just turned 10 at the end of February. Pluto has been a part of our Madison life since we moved here. We got him one month after we bought the house and moved in. The thought of no Pluto warming the couch is a sad thought.
Kids are still sleeping. What else?